<?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-15794363</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:05:14.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody's Little Corner of the 'Verse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-6496862632804275059</id><published>2007-01-05T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:03:23.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed my audition!</title><content type='html'>I finally had my audition for the Bay Area Showcase Chorus, a chapter of Sweet Adelines International -- a women's barbershop organization... and I passed! Wheeeeeeeeeeee I'm all excited. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-6496862632804275059?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6496862632804275059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=6496862632804275059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/6496862632804275059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/6496862632804275059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-passed-my-audition.html' title='I passed my audition!'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-116138718304257725</id><published>2006-10-20T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:37:05.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nǐ hǎo!</title><content type='html'>I know I should post more, but life has been so busy lately between work, being sick and taking classes that it's been difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I said classes. My husband and I are taking a spoken Mandarin class and tonight is the second class. It's just an introduction, but so far I think we're having fun. :) One of the things she said we should do is come up with our "chinese" name... but since I'm korean, I already have one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Korean, my name looks like "Yoon Chang Kun" (well, I _was_ a Yoon. I'm Bliss now, but Bliss doesn't translate to a single chinese surname well) and it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;윤창근&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese however, it is spelled (pinyin) "Yī Chāng Gēn", spelled in chinese characters as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尹昌根&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, my (maiden) surname in Chinese isn't Yoon or even sounds like Yoon. That's due to the fact that there isn't a Yoon sound in Chinese. It is translated instead into "Yi" (think how you would say the letter "E" just by itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun stuff. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-116138718304257725?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116138718304257725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=116138718304257725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/116138718304257725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/116138718304257725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/n-ho.html' title='Nǐ hǎo!'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-115402229459790178</id><published>2006-07-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:47:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dallas Trip</title><content type='html'>I meant to post something earlier but I had sooooooooo many work emails and thus soooooooooo much work I hadn't had a chance yet until now, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Dallas (where I grew up btw) at 4:30pm and later that evening I had dinner with my baby sister (with whom I stayed with over the weekend) and my two uncles (and their wives, my aunts). We ended up at a buffet, which had me worried since the last time we ate at a buffet with them (6 years ago) the food was *horrible* though I wisely kept my mouth shut at the time. I was pleasantly surprise to find the food at this restaurant to be quite decent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older uncle by the time my sister, my niece Mia and I got to the restaurant, had already imbibed at least 3 beers so he was having a grand ol' time. My younger uncle got to the restaurant about 15 minutes or so later. I honestly had forgotten how much he eats (and he's so skinny o.O) that my eyes sort of bugged out when I saw how much food he had on his plate. My older uncle gave him a hard time about that essentially joking "Did you leave anything for everyone else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was pleasant and we talked about life as I was caught up on what was going on with them. I hadn't seen them in 6 years so there was quite a bit to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, since I was staying with my sister, we said goodbye to everyone and went home. We stopped by a Tom Thumb (grocery store) so I could get some evening snacks (or my dietician would kill me) then went home to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I guess I woke up around 6:30am Dallas time. Since I live in California, that means it was equivalent to 4:30am my time. O.o After lounging around for a few hours catching up on email, checking web comics, etc. etc., I took my sister and my niece out for breakfast. I was looking for a non-chain breakfast place that looked like it was busy. We struck gold after searching for about 15 or 20 minutes and oh my the food was good. My eyes were hungrier than I was but Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm is all I have to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since on this trip to Dallas, the first in 6 years, I was visiting friends I haven't seen in 12 years (when I left), I had a very very busy schedule. After breakfast, we headed back home to recover^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hrest since I was so full I was filling a little on the ill side. After a couple hours of rest it was time to head out again. This time to the park where the Duchy of the Midnight Sun is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Duchy of the Midnight Sun? Well, to answer that I'll have to talk about Amtgard. Amtgard is a form of LARP (Live Action Role Playing) that I did over 12 years ago while in college and it is a ton of fun. Essentially think of it as aerobic exercise where you get to hit each other with foam padded "boffer" style weapons or launched padded arrows from a bow. We used to play from 2:00pm till sunset and then go out for food or head to someone's house to just hang out and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Amtgard, regions are designated as Kingdoms and you have Kingdoms such as "Emerald Hills" and "Dragonspine". Individual parks, within kingdoms, depending on the number of people who play, are designated as a Duchy, Barrony or even a Shire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the interesting things about Midnight Sun is that back when I still played we were the *Independent* Duchy of the Midnight Sun since we had no allegiance to any Kingdom. This was primarily due to politics that we did not want to get involved with back then. Midnight Sun is now, however, part of Emerald Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after arriving at the park, there was *no* one I knew from before. I knew I wouldn't see some of my friends since that weekend they were in Missouri for a conference but I was hoping to catch at least Mike and his wife Mary. I talked to one person and she called Mary (since Mike doesn't have a cell.. slacker) who handed the phone over to Mike. I was able to convince Mike and Mary to at least come down to the park so I could see them before I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited.. and waited.. and waited... 4:00pm rolled around and I was getting nervous. I was supposed to leave by 4:00 so I could make the party that originally brought me out to Dallas but I decided to wait. I saw a vehicle drive into the park and I stared intently at it. Was it them? HUZZAH! It was! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a little bit catching up with primarily Mary but also some with Mike. I went to school with Mike (in fact I was one of the people who introduced him, Aaron and others to Amtgard) but Mary is a great friend. Mike remembers a time after he and Mary started dating that I invited myself to a trip to Denton with him so I could see her. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was 4:30 and I *really* had to leave for the party that originally got me out to Dallas. :( Not that I didn't want to go to the party (after all I *did* fly from California to go to it) but I also wanted to stay and talk some more but I knew I'd be heading out to the UTD Campus (where I went to school and where Mary now works) on Monday so I'd have more time to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my sister's house I went so I could change into all black for the party. Why all black? Well this was a surprise 40th birthday party being held for a very good friend I had lost track of and his wife requested we come in all black. Admittedly, when I saw the request I groaned... All black.. in Texas heat. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all black I did dress and once again I was in the rental zooming off to the house where the party was being held. I wasn't sure what Connie had in mind exactly but after arriving I found out. Turns out that I was one of six special guests that Rory hasn't seen in some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember all of whom the other special guests were but I remember that one was his old scout master back from Arkansas who I believe he hasn't seen in 20-25 years and another was John Adams, a dutch man, who performs John Denver's music and knew John Denver himself. I also believe there was a member of John Denver's band there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made us special guests versus regular guests at the party was that while everyone else was saying "Surprise!" we remained hidden. Connie let Rory know that there were special guests here also but he had to guess who we were and only had 10 questions. We, of course, thought of various ways to disguise our voices in case he remember them. I elected to have a *very* strong Texan drawl over emphasizing the one I was beginning to pick up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the party was great. I got to see Rory and Connie and my old friends Chuck, Fred and George (Connie's brother). I had a wonderful time, took some great pictures and now have great memories. I was one of the very last to leave and Connie invited me to breakfast at a place called Cafe de France in Plano and of course I accepted. :) I left soon after and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I headed off to Cafe de France to meet up with Rory, Connie, John Adams, John's fiance, and two other people whose names currently escapes me. The gentleman is involved in british vehicle reconstruction and the woman is his girlfriend. I had some wonderful french breakfast food and we just talked about things in general. :) After lunch we (Rory, Connie and I) said goodbye to the others since they had flights to catch and I followed Rory and Connie back to their house so I could see the kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory and Connie now have four though I have only met Austin originally 12 years ago... After all, I remember when he was born. I also remember when he got sick :( During his sick time I would go to the hospital and just be there for moral support of Rory and Connie because they needed me as their friend. I would ask them if I could bring them food or anything to drink and would just pray with them. We were all worried that he wouldn't make it but thank God he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to see Austin and his siblings Brandon, Jessica (Jessie), and Adam. I told them that it was wonderful to meet them all and I told Austin that it was wonderful to see him since I remember when he was just a wee little thing. I don't know if Austin knew what I was saying but I think that in his heart he felt the love we all have for him. We even got him to smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I had to leave yet again, this time for (yup you guessed it) another friend's place who I hadn't seen in 12 years. After arriving at Billy's house, I got to meet his son Caleb (I think it was?) and see his mom who remembers when since I was (at most) 7. I'm sure she still remembers me as the little child I was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was fun (sheesh. Did I ever stop eating on this trip?!) and went to a place that was *VERY* Texan. The bathroom doors had the words "fillies" and "stallions" on them! This was also a place where you order the entree (roast chicken, fried chicken, pork ribs, catfish, chicken fried steak, etc) and they brought out additional vegetables. The main meat entree wasn't all you can eat but the vegies were and oh my... it was gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. We caught up and I found out about other friends, many who were not doing well. :( I'll keep them in my thoughts and prayers and hopefully things will get better for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stuffing my gullet (and thus myself), I said goodbye to Billy, his son and his mom and just went driving down the roads I used to travel frequently so I could see the changes and just reminisce about the old days. Sheesh. I'm telling you, I sound like an old woman now. :p Afterwards, I headed back to my sister's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 11:30 I decided that I *really should* go eat some dinner so I called my friend Mike Gallagher (who I had seen on months before) and we went to Denny's. I verified we were still doing lunch together in the morning and we just talked about things in general such as the price of housing, etc. I then headed back again to my sister's and passed out till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning! This was also the day I headed back to California so I packed my belongings, stowed my camera into the suitcase and loaded up the car. I then headed for Yahoo Dallas, where Mike works, and we went to lunch at one of his favorite places... which just made me think that I was back in California. o.O It kind of surprise me but the food was good. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip I didn't think I would have time to drop by my old Church but I lucked out. It turns out that Yahoo Dallas is in Deep Ellum and well... my old Church is *right* by Deep Ellum. So I did get a chance to see it after all. I stopped in front of it, breathed in deeply and let all of my fears, worries and stress flow out of me. It always has had that affect on me. I then went off to my last stop on this trip, UTD (UT Dallas) where I went to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTD, even though it says Dallas, is actually in Richardson right on the border between Richardson and Plano. I spent many years there and have fond memories which were replaying in my head as I pulled into the campus. I parked in the metered area since I couldn't stay long if I wanted to make my flight. The other nice thing about the metered parking area is that it's *close* so I wouldn't have to walk far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at the campus I went searching for Mary (remember her? I talked about her way up at the beginning) and together we went to Aaron's office since I missed Aaron at Amtgard (he was one of the people who was in Missouri). We talked and caught up. :) Mary and I then headed back to her office where we talked some more and she told me what she was working on for her Ph.D. My hour or so was soon eaten up and I regrettably had to leave again. We hugged and off I went back to my sister's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my sister's place, I got to finally meet her (soon to be?) boyfriend who gave me a lift back to the airport in the rental (since he was going to drop the rental off the next day). It was nice to meet him and he seems to be a good guy. He quickly got me to the airport, using his superior knowledge of the side roads in Dallas. I thanked him, went into the airport, got checked in, had some dinner, got on the flight, and headed home to my husband's waiting arms. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very satisfying weekend even if I didn't get enough sleep the whole time. I miss Dallas and my friends dreadfully but the ache will soon disappear. I've promised several friends that I'd be out at least once a year to see everyone and I'm going to try my hardest to keep that promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-115402229459790178?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115402229459790178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=115402229459790178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/115402229459790178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/115402229459790178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dallas-trip.html' title='My Dallas Trip'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-114999748857985592</id><published>2006-06-10T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:44:48.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So new phone ordered</title><content type='html'>I didn't mention it in the last post but my cell phone was in my back jersey when I hit the water. :( Needless to say it's dead. dead. dead. Long live my old V3 Razr (yeah, it's a first gen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now got a SE W600i on the way. Unfortunately I was unable to ship it to work since it thought it was a PO Box *sigh*. Stupid system. So, at some point, the phone will come to my home which means I need to be here in order to get it. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-114999748857985592?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114999748857985592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=114999748857985592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114999748857985592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114999748857985592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-new-phone-ordered.html' title='So new phone ordered'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-114999021363526674</id><published>2006-06-10T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:43:33.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Crash... :(</title><content type='html'>Neil and I were cycling today near his company's picnic down on a Multi Use Path down in south San Jose. Soon after we had started going down the path (which was fairly narrow) we came up to an area of the path that was partially blocked by cones. I started slowing way down since the path was going around a blind corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a woman on a bike with aerobars (with her in the aero position instead of on the handlebars) came flying around that blind corner and went very wide, probably due to the cones that were blocking part of her path. In order to avoid hitting her, I pulled off of the path onto the gravel on my right. Unfortunately for me, that gravel path ended... Into a creek that was over four feet down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went flying off of the gravel into the creek hitting it face first and I went down under the water (which was a little over waist high). Because of the force of my crash into the water and the rocks below, I had not the strength to push myself out of the water and if my husband was not there, I probably would have drowned... especially since the woman that I swerved to avoid &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;never stopped&lt;/span&gt; to see if I was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my husband ran and got into the creek and forced my head out of the water. He slowly helped me into an upright position sitting in the creek so I could recover after which he went and got Silver and my pump out of the creek. He then proceeded to help me out of the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the area where his company was having their picnic. While heading back, rider after rider past us with only one person even asking if I was ok, even though my face was bloody from hitting rocks. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the picnic area and headed over to the area's first aid station so I could at least get some rudimentary bandges on my chin. I'm very glad things were not worse since the station was not well manned and it seemed the gentlemen who was there didn't really have any idea what to do. I'm very glad that I have had training (it's even current).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After first-aid we had some lunch and then headed home where I took a shower and started patching myself up. I have a bruise/heavy scrape on my chin and my side the size of my fist/palm, several cuts on my legs and arms and bruises on my shoulder and back. I'm very lucky to not have sustained any breakage and I'm sure hitting water instead of stone first helped in keeping damage down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver was also very lucky. She's fine except for her rear wheel which is totalled. Nothing survived there other than the tire (we think) not even the hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm sitting here watching TV doped up on pain meds and trying not to move. The day started well... it just didn't end well. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-114999021363526674?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114999021363526674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=114999021363526674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114999021363526674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114999021363526674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/second-crash.html' title='Second Crash... :('/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-114391526522028025</id><published>2006-04-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:14:25.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Glasses! *\o/*</title><content type='html'>YES! I finally have new frames and glasses that actually fit my wide assed humongous head. I'm so happy I had to write about it. :P It even comes with a magnetic "clip-on" polarized sunglasses. Wheeeeeeeee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-114391526522028025?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114391526522028025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=114391526522028025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114391526522028025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114391526522028025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-glasses-o.html' title='New Glasses! *\o/*'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-114350762671671633</id><published>2006-03-27T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:00:26.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How OS X Executes Applications</title><content type='html'>So, another blogger on blogspot, &lt;a href="http://0xfe.blogspot.com/"&gt;0xFE&lt;/a&gt; wrote a &lt;a href="http://0xfe.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-os-x-executes-applications.html"&gt;great piece&lt;/a&gt; on how Mac OS X executes applications and how it uses the Mach-O format instead of ELF. I thought it was great so wanted to blog about the blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-114350762671671633?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114350762671671633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=114350762671671633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114350762671671633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114350762671671633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-os-x-executes-applications.html' title='How OS X Executes Applications'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-114039627560034871</id><published>2006-02-19T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:44:35.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and about on the bike. YAY!</title><content type='html'>Got out on the bike today and did a short 9 mile or so ride (I don't have specifics since it's on the bike computer at the moment). Riding hurt a little but overall my ribs didn't hurt too much. Primarily I got a twinge when I stood up on the pedals to muscle through an intersection or was standing and sprinting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just felt like I had no energy, like my knees were wet noodles and suffered getting to the halfway point, one of our LBS' (Local Bike Shops). There, I took out my glucometer and checked my bloodsugar. 75! Ouch. No wonder I had no legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a banana and a packet of Gu which really gave me a bunch of energy. I guess eating a thing of yogurt (fat free and "light" - 120 calories) just wasn't enough. ^^;;;;;; Yes, I feel like an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-114039627560034871?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114039627560034871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=114039627560034871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114039627560034871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114039627560034871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/02/out-and-about-on-bike-yay.html' title='Out and about on the bike. YAY!'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-114003661650077557</id><published>2006-02-15T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:50:16.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father-in-law's in the hospital :(</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received a phone call sometime around 4:00pm from my mother-in-law. Turns out that my father-in-law has many blood clots in his leg and has swelled as a result. Neil came and picked me up as soon as he could and we headed out to the hospita. He's doing well and seemed to be comfortable. I stayed with his mother mostly so that she could have a break from things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it looks like all this has caused me to over do it yesterday. I'm home today sore as hell again. -sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-114003661650077557?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114003661650077557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=114003661650077557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114003661650077557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/114003661650077557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/02/father-in-laws-in-hospital.html' title='Father-in-law&apos;s in the hospital :('/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-113978297278335054</id><published>2006-02-12T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T14:22:52.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Crash</title><content type='html'>Posted on the Team Estrogen forum. This happened about 5:00pm PST on Saturday the 11th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 25 mile ride with my husband and our friend Dave, I start speeding up to catch up my husband. I start moving into a tight right turn up on our street and like an idiot, I'm pedalling as I'm leaning hard... and end up causing a pedal strike on the right hand side. &lt;img src="http://forums.teamestrogen.com/images/smilies/eek.gif" alt="" title="EEK!" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok. I have a little road rash on the right elbow and leg near the knee. Plus, my ribs on the right hand side just under my breast is pretty sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver (as I have just named the Litespeed) is doing well. I just replaced the handlebar tape which was pretty trashed. I took her to the LBS to get checked out, especially the rear wheel which has pretty bad gouging, but turns out it's all superficial. They suggested sanding down the gouges to make sure there were no sharp edges. The inside of the wheel is completely fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say the same for the tire. The shearing forces were strong enough to rip the valve stem completely out of the tire (Tufo S33 Pro tubular clincher). The tire itself looks great but there's no valve stem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken some vitamin I and I'm trying to relax though my husband makes me laugh from time to time and I go "ow". I still need to put a new tire on the wheel but at the moment I'm too sore to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping I'll be ok enough to go out tomorrow and ride but at the moment, I don't think so. &lt;img src="http://forums.teamestrogen.com/images/smilies/frown.gif" alt="" title="Frown" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; Oh well. I still have all limbs and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-113978297278335054?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/113978297278335054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=113978297278335054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113978297278335054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113978297278335054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-crash.html' title='First Crash'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-113972700380539300</id><published>2006-02-11T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:50:03.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An odd phone call</title><content type='html'>Posted this on a cycling forum I'm on (forums.teamestrogen.com) . Thought others might find this humorous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 8&lt;&gt;8 ---&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call today while watching TV with my husband and it was someone looking for Melody Bliss. After respond "this is her" the person then went "oh, I must have the wrong number." I think "huh?" and go "Who are you looking for?" She of course responds "Melody Bliss".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once again tell her "Well this is Melody Bliss". She paused for a moment and then asked me "What are your rates?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rates? huh? I thought... then I remembered something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know my name just happens to *also* be the name of a porn star. I first discovered this when I tried googling my name to see what showed up and that was the first thing. &lt;img src="http://forums.teamestrogen.com/images/smilies/eek.gif" alt="" title="EEK!" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remembering this I asked the woman on the phone "Are you looking for Melody Bliss the porn star?" to which she responds with an affirmative. I inform her that I was not that Melody Bliss and we get a good laugh out of it. But, the fun doesn't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeds to ask me if I look anything like the porn star and if so she's authorized to offer a fairly hefty sum per scene. I'm fairly well discombobulated at this point and laugh. I respond with a "no" and tell her to have a nice night and hangup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part, in my opinion, however is the look of incredulity coming from my husband who's sitting to the left of me the whole time listening in. &lt;img src="http://forums.teamestrogen.com/images/smilies/rolleyes.gif" alt="" title="Roll Eyes (Sarcastic)" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://forums.teamestrogen.com/images/smilies/tongue.gif" alt="" title="Stick Out Tongue" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-113972700380539300?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/113972700380539300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=113972700380539300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113972700380539300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113972700380539300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2006/02/odd-phone-call.html' title='An odd phone call'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-113226366753366765</id><published>2005-11-17T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:41:07.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool... not *sigh*</title><content type='html'>From Nokia's website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Nokia Customer,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Current orders for the Nokia 770 Internet Tablet are not expected to be fulfilled before December 2005. Orders are filled in the order received. Your credit card will not be charged until your product is available for shipment. We will also send you a Shipment Notification email at that time so you can track your order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoping &lt;/span&gt;that since I pre-ordered that I will still get mine before December. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-113226366753366765?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/113226366753366765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=113226366753366765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113226366753366765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113226366753366765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/11/cool-not-sigh.html' title='Cool... not *sigh*'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-113225577780930852</id><published>2005-11-17T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:29:37.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed... at least for the moment</title><content type='html'>In case people haven't seen or heard of it, &lt;a href="http://www.nokiausa.com/"&gt;Nokia&lt;/a&gt; has announced a new device (that runs a Linux distribution called &lt;a href="http://www.maemo.org/"&gt;Maemo&lt;/a&gt; and uses X as its windowing system) called the &lt;a href="http://www.nokiausa.com/770"&gt;770 Internet Tablet&lt;/a&gt;. According to their website, which was allowing pre-orders, the device was to ship today (17 Nov 2005), however, upon calling Nokia, the word is that their warehouses have not received their shipment, so they can't start boxing and sending them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably guess, I've pre-ordered one of these. Actually, I've pre-ordered two. One for myself and one for my husband. I'm breathlessly (ok, not that breathlessly) waiting to hear that my order shipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been checking out the &lt;a href="http://www.internettablettalk.com/"&gt;Internet Tablet Talk&lt;/a&gt; web pages to see if there's any word there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel the impatient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-113225577780930852?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/113225577780930852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=113225577780930852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113225577780930852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113225577780930852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/11/disappointed-at-least-for-moment.html' title='Disappointed... at least for the moment'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-113020298996036689</id><published>2005-10-24T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:16:29.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nausea. ick.</title><content type='html'>So, it's day 4 with Byetta and so far things are looking good. Only problem I really have is the nausea. Luckily, it isn't too bad in me, but come on, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nausea&lt;/span&gt;. It still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I live. At least it's Monday Night Chinese(tm) at Jade Tree tonight. woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-113020298996036689?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/113020298996036689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=113020298996036689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113020298996036689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113020298996036689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/10/nausea-ick.html' title='Nausea. ick.'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-113020287818473288</id><published>2005-10-24T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:14:38.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to turn on word verification unfortunately</title><content type='html'>Yup, had to do it. I kept on getting blog spam which is just really lame. God knows I don't want to see any pedophilic pr0n images. ick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-113020287818473288?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/113020287818473288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=113020287818473288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113020287818473288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/113020287818473288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-to-turn-on-word-verification.html' title='Had to turn on word verification unfortunately'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112996196030369263</id><published>2005-10-21T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:19:20.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now on Byetta, a new diabetic medicine</title><content type='html'>I had Yet Another Doctor Appointment(tm). He added a new medication to my regimine of meds for my diabetes. Interestingly, it's an injection I take twice daily, but it isn't insulin. The new medication, called &lt;a href="http://www.byetta.com/index.jsp"&gt;Byetta&lt;/a&gt;, has a slew of various things it does. What I can say, however, is that it works pretty damned well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already seeing a 20-40 point change (mg/dl) in my sugar ratings. So far I have to say I'm pretty happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112996196030369263?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112996196030369263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112996196030369263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112996196030369263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112996196030369263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-on-byetta-new-diabetic-medicine.html' title='Now on Byetta, a new diabetic medicine'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112960804154590336</id><published>2005-10-17T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:00:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intergalactic Medicine Show</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen &lt;a href="http://www.intergalacticmedicineshow.com/"&gt;Orson Scott's Card Intergalactic Medicine Show&lt;/a&gt;, you should check it out. It's a webzine that has content from independent authors. I haven't read through the stories yet, but from what I've heard, the works are excellent. Best of all, for the authors, it gives them exposure and Card is only asking for exclusive use of the work for a year, then releasing the author to allow the works to be published elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a nice change from the draconian practices of other groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to reading. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112960804154590336?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112960804154590336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112960804154590336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112960804154590336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112960804154590336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/10/intergalactic-medicine-show.html' title='Intergalactic Medicine Show'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112840897400947029</id><published>2005-10-03T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:56:14.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silky, one of my two cats, died... :(</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't had the strength to really post till now. I've been trying to keep busy and what not just to keep from falling into a deep black pit of dispair and sadness. I've been mostly successful, but not 100%. Going to the bathroom is the worst. Too much time to think to yourself. I end up just balling. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday, my husband and I go out to the car to leave for the Renaissance Faire. I was about to get into the car when I saw Silky lying out on the cement. I didn't think anything of it since she likes to sun herself in that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to her to get her to go inside. I said "Silky?" a few times, according to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw the flies that came out of her eye. :( This was the last image of her in my mind and everytime I close my eyes I see that image. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil took me inside where I cried uncontrolably for a while. I then informed him that we were going to go to Faire. I could not deal with this right now. Not when I had a friend die just a few weeks ago. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He headed outside to pick her up off the ground. I couldn't do it and I'm appreciative that he did it for me. I went over to a friend's place, who's just a few houses over from us. He wasn't there and as I headed back Neil was talking to someone with animal control. He gave silky's body over to them and got a card. He was told by the officer that if we wanted we could have silky cremated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Faire we went. It was a beautiful day out, sunny but not too warm. We had a fairly good time at Faire and I could forget things for a little bit, but those bathroom breaks were killer. Too much time to think. To distract myself, I picked up some tea and bought a &lt;a href="http://www.sosdg.org/%7Emelody/gallery/norcal2oct2005"&gt;new knife, a damascus blade that's comprised of 50 layers&lt;/a&gt;. Something I always wanted, but at the end of the day, it wouldn't bring her back. It could only distract me for a little bit from the cloud of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. We ended up eating dinner with Dave (the friend who wasn't home) over at Olive Garden then retired home for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I called animal control informing them that we decided to have Silky cremated. I was asked if I wanted her ashes. I didn't know they could do that there so I said "Yes, absolutely, please", so I will get a call later this week informing me to come pick up her ashes. Neil and I talked about it and we're going to Faire again this weekend to find a carved wooden box, maybe made of rose wood or some other wood that's beautiful, to hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. :( I miss her annoying purr that can wake up the dead. How she would pester you till you got up and got her food, all of it. There were times in my past where she and her sister Satin (who disappeared a couple of years ago) were the only reasons I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sosdg.org/%7Emelody/gallery/silky-n-satin"&gt;I really love her and miss her&lt;/a&gt;. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112840897400947029?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112840897400947029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112840897400947029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112840897400947029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112840897400947029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/10/silky-one-of-my-two-cats-died.html' title='Silky, one of my two cats, died... :('/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112775080975795430</id><published>2005-09-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:06:49.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my birthday</title><content type='html'>Yes, I truly hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year that it comes, it reminds me of the things I failed to accomplish in that year. I remember the hardships, the friends who have passed away who won't be here with me any longer and makes me think of what pain the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays should be full of fun and happiness but I learned as a child that that isn't necessarily true. Disappointment and unhappiness is what usually happens to me. I'm just waiting for the bad thing to happen. It always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112775080975795430?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112775080975795430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112775080975795430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112775080975795430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112775080975795430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-my-birthday.html' title='I hate my birthday'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112673140264391182</id><published>2005-09-14T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:56:42.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Kait.</title><content type='html'>On Monday, I found out that a friend of mine, who I had met when I worked at Microsoft, died last week. :( Later today, I'm hopefully going to meet up with friends and have a drink or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kait, we miss you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very sad Melody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112673140264391182?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112673140264391182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112673140264391182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112673140264391182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112673140264391182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/09/goodbye-kait.html' title='Goodbye Kait.'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112542529974046245</id><published>2005-08-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:08:19.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are people antagonistic?</title><content type='html'>Neil and I were out at Jade Tree for Monday Night Chinese(tm) yesterday. While we were having a nice little dinner by ourselves, a woman ended up arguing with Sophie, who owns the restaurant. The woman was stating "This is wrong. Last time I ordered the tofu wasn't fried..." while Sophie was telling the woman "then last time they either lightly fried or incorrectly made your order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman arguing had that antagonistic hauty "I'm better than you" feel to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil and I, when we do have a problem, we don't make a scene. We politely tell the waiter there's a problem. It almost always gets straightened out... and if not, we just don't go to that restaurant again. I guess it also helps that we're relatively big tippers. Unless they auto-tip (I really hate that) we will leave 20% for basic service and if it's great 30% or more. But, when they auto-tip, we leave only the amount they've decided should be their portion, which is normally 15%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112542529974046245?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112542529974046245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112542529974046245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112542529974046245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112542529974046245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-are-people-antagonistic.html' title='Why are people antagonistic?'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112533317987064984</id><published>2005-08-29T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:32:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airborne to the rescue (hopefully)</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, I went over my friend Amy's place knowing that she was recovering from a cold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm fighting that cold off now. *sigh*  No one to blame but myself. Still. Ugh. Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at home, about to go back to bed so I can sleep. I just took Airborne so hopefully that'll help. The cold isn't bad yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112533317987064984?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112533317987064984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112533317987064984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112533317987064984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112533317987064984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/08/airborne-to-rescue-hopefully.html' title='Airborne to the rescue (hopefully)'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112516340279667301</id><published>2005-08-27T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:23:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God. I got this elsewhere from a friend's blog. I had to repost this since it was private, but I'm laughing my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it. I'm a child of the 80s. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You ever ended a sentence w/ the word "SIKE"&lt;br /&gt;2. You watched Pound Puppies&lt;br /&gt;3. You can sing the rap to "Fresh Prince of Bel Air"&lt;br /&gt;4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.&lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the babysitters club and tried to start one of your own.&lt;br /&gt;6. You owned those lil Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.&lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on "Blossom"&lt;br /&gt;8. Two words: M.C.Hammer&lt;br /&gt;9. If you ever watched Fraggle Rock&lt;br /&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.&lt;br /&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to "DuckTales" (I preferred Talespin, though)&lt;br /&gt;12. It was actually worth getting up on Sat morning to watch cartoons&lt;br /&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head&lt;br /&gt;14. You saw "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen&lt;br /&gt;15. You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class.&lt;br /&gt;16. You had a clip that held your shirt in a knot at the side&lt;br /&gt;17. You played the game MASH (Mansion, Apartment,Shelter, House)&lt;br /&gt;18. You wore a Jordache jean jacket and you were proud of it&lt;br /&gt;19. L.A. Gear... need I say more&lt;br /&gt;20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten (More like 5th grade :) )&lt;br /&gt;21. You remember all of the Ramona books&lt;br /&gt;22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"&lt;br /&gt;23. You wanted to be a Goonie&lt;br /&gt;24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing (HYPERCOLOR!)&lt;br /&gt;25. You can remember what Michael Jackson REALLY looked like&lt;br /&gt;26. You ever wondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf&lt;br /&gt;27. You took lunch pals to school&lt;br /&gt;28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets&lt;br /&gt;29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence&lt;br /&gt;30. Barbie and the Rockers were your fav band (FUNK THAT, JEM AND THE HOLOGRAMS, BAYBEE!)&lt;br /&gt;31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up&lt;br /&gt;32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave you b/c you exchanged friendship bracelets&lt;br /&gt;33. You ever owned a pair of jelly shoes&lt;br /&gt;34. After Pee-Wee's Big Adventures you kept saying "I know you are but what am I"&lt;br /&gt;35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up" (Come on, folks, that's so 90s)&lt;br /&gt;36. You remember skating before inline skates&lt;br /&gt;37. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip-n-slide&lt;br /&gt;38. You had a Skip-it&lt;br /&gt;39. You had or attended a b-day party at Mc Donalds&lt;br /&gt;40. You've gone thru this nodding your head in agreement&lt;br /&gt;41. "Don't worry, Be happy!!"&lt;br /&gt;42. You wore like 8 pair of socks over tights w/high top reeboks&lt;br /&gt;43. You wore socks scrunched down (Still do)&lt;br /&gt;44. "Miss MARY MACK MACK MACK all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK"&lt;br /&gt;45. Boom boxes vs. Cd players&lt;br /&gt;46. Both Gremlin movies&lt;br /&gt;47. "CARE BEAR STARE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;48. You remember Rainbow Bright and My Lil PonyTales&lt;br /&gt;49. You thought Doogie Howser was hot!&lt;br /&gt;50. Alf, the furry brown alien from Melmac&lt;br /&gt;51. New Kids On the Block when they were cool&lt;br /&gt;52. Knew all the characters and there life stories on the ORIGINAL Saved by the Bell&lt;br /&gt;53. Know all the words to Bon Jovi- SHOT THRU THE HEART&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112516340279667301?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112516340279667301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112516340279667301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112516340279667301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112516340279667301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112503848559457389</id><published>2005-08-25T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:41:33.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little down</title><content type='html'>I've been down a little lately. Neil (my husband) has been working alot. We knew this would happen when he took this job, but still, I haven't seen much of him lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this weekend I've got lunch with a friend, so that should be fun. Plus, we have the girls Labor Day weekend, so that'll be nice. Hopefully they'll be able to come back before the NorCal Faire ends. They always enjoy going to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112503848559457389?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112503848559457389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112503848559457389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112503848559457389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112503848559457389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-down.html' title='A little down'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112499387155704083</id><published>2005-08-25T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:17:51.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile test</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;Test&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112499387155704083?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/feeds/112499387155704083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15794363&amp;postID=112499387155704083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112499387155704083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112499387155704083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/08/mobile-test.html' title='Mobile test'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15794363.post-112499177544768469</id><published>2005-08-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:43:32.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testin'</title><content type='html'>Just Testing. This is a figment of your imagination. No, really it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*holds up a monkey* Look at the monkey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15794363-112499177544768469?l=melodybliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112499177544768469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15794363/posts/default/112499177544768469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodybliss.blogspot.com/2005/08/testin.html' title='Testin&apos;'/><author><name>Melody Bliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185190594919586783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
