<?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-695058562840980311</id><updated>2012-02-11T10:23:55.706-05:00</updated><category term='Lucky'/><category term='Fag Hag'/><category term='Everything is Alright'/><category term='Super Friends'/><category term='Wasp'/><category term='Lesbians'/><category term='Brian Setzer'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Michigan'/><category term='Austin'/><category term='Gay Marriage'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='hair metal'/><category term='Jodie Foster'/><category term='Motion City Soundtrack'/><category term='baby boy'/><category term='Hot Altanta Lesbian'/><category term='Skating'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='GA'/><category term='She&apos;s Tight'/><category term='Wendy'/><category term='Atlanta Pride'/><category term='Girlfriends'/><category term='Suzi Quatro'/><category term='Velvet Park'/><category term='Wild Child'/><category term='Shannon'/><category term='Baltimore'/><category term='Joan Jett'/><category term='Paramore'/><category term='On Our Backs'/><category term='Le Freak'/><category term='Southern food'/><category term='Georgia'/><category term='Sinnerviewer'/><category term='Mayday Parade'/><category term='The Beach'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Cheap Trick'/><category term='People'/><category term='Double Shot Of Love'/><category term='Tasers'/><category term='Amy'/><category term='Jon Bon Jovi'/><category term='Stone Mountain'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Curve'/><category term='Lillies'/><category term='Kristy McNichol'/><category term='Brokeback Mountain'/><title type='text'>Sweet Melissa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-1646573936327514975</id><published>2009-10-06T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:08:00.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Jett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinnerviewer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>Lovin Update</title><content type='html'>Wow! It has been so long since I've posted anything I'm not sure if I know how to do this anymore. So many things have happened since March. I turned 40 in April, Shannon &amp; I are both back in school, my 13yr old had swine flu, &amp; we moved from our apartment into Shannon's grandma's house. We spent a month remodeling, planted a garden, &amp; moved in. We are very comfortable here &amp; I know Shannon's grandma would've wanted it this way. She was a really cool &amp; extremely funny woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we headed down to Destin, FL to see Joan Jett. Anyone who knows Shannon is aware that JJ is her idol so she was pumped. We stayed in her brothers condo which allowed me to hang on the beach which is where I love to be. We pigged out at the Seafood Festival where Joan was playing &amp; staked out our front row spot. It was so much fun. Shannon danced her way out in front of the stage, followed by our friend Michelle. She handed me the camera &amp; told me she was going so I was able to capture it. It was the coolest thing ever. Check it out- She is SO adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VaMxqLggrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VaMxqLggrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you that Joan Jett is looking so awesome. I was just in gaga land &amp; drooling through most of the show. She is a really beautiful woman. I announced that she is my new freebie. She did this little eye rub thing that Shannon does all the time. Shannon claims Joan "stole her move". How freakin adorable is that? So anyway, there's an update for everyone. We are doing fine. The kids are fine. We're engaged to be married &amp; just waiting for Shannon's divorce to be final. C'mon! It's been two years. Will it end already? There's another court date set for next month. Maybe this date will actually stick. We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later I'll post pics from our trip. It was one of my best vacations ever. &lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-1646573936327514975?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1646573936327514975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=1646573936327514975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/1646573936327514975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/1646573936327514975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovin-update.html' title='Lovin Update'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-4331462893496280971</id><published>2009-03-27T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:14:10.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>My grrl</title><content type='html'>Shannon is so good to me. She is a total sweetheart. A couple of days ago we were working together cleaning up some stuff in our apartment. (No, not my closet..YET) I asked her if I could have a kiss. She replied, "You can have two". I took my two yummy kisses &amp; was on a cloud for hours. I have never in my 40yrs had anyone say that to me before. I thought it was so adorable. My grrl is the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-4331462893496280971?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4331462893496280971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=4331462893496280971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/4331462893496280971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/4331462893496280971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-grrl.html' title='My grrl'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-3561515447561151484</id><published>2009-03-22T11:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:16:39.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Jett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baltimore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Shannon!</title><content type='html'>Saturday night Shannon &amp; I went out to celebrate her 40th Birthday. All of her friends were there &amp; we had a great time. Here's a pic. Don't you just want to kiss us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/ScZflyBw24I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2Tg9jPZPS80/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/ScZflyBw24I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2Tg9jPZPS80/s400/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041512846416770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon is the best gf in the world. I am so happy to be a part of her life. She helps me be a better person &amp; I realize how blessed I am to have found her. When God made her he definitely had hooking her up with me in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have posted this pic before but it's my favorite of her. We were at a hotel down in Athens, AL &amp; she was sitting on the floor watching me. Sorry that it is the size of a postage stamp. The hottness still comes through if you squint your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/ScZfsUofEAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iygPegpStnk/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/ScZfsUofEAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iygPegpStnk/s400/s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041625214849026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things about Shannon that I noticed when we first met is the way she walks. It is hard to explain &amp; I tried to catch it on video once so I could show my long distance friends but she eluded me. It's like trying to film some wild, exotic animal that flies away before you can capture the image. But the walk is there &amp; I'm not the only one to have noticed it. When she walks you just know that she's walking to the beat of Joan Jett's "I Love Rock &amp; Roll" playing in her head. She's a hot rock n roll vixen who looks damn fine for 20 years old, let alone 40. She's got a rockin' body &amp; a youthful attitude. We both actually think we are still in our 20's so it works out well. The fact that she is young at heart is one of my favorite things about her. She's not afraid to go hiking &amp; get dirty or jump in the water-as long as it's not cold. I never know what I'm going to get with her. She has been known to grab me &amp; kiss me all of the sudden or throw me on the bed &amp; tickle me or pull me in the shower with all my clothes on. She is very affectionate. She's always holding my hand or kissing me. She is always very thoughful to everyone &amp; thinks of others before herself. I love everything about her &amp; I hope she never changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She owes everything she is to her Dad &amp; his wife who are two of the nicest people in the world. We were at her Dad's yesterday &amp; his wife made the best Southern food I have ever had. She always whips up something delicious every time we're there. She made Shannon's favorite coconut cake. It was deeeelicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month I am taking Shannon to Baltimore to meet my best friend Trailer &amp; my friends Kathy &amp; Ruth from Milwaukee. There we will celebrate Shannon's 40th all over again. One of the things I plan on doing is taking her to Max's On Broadway where the "I love rock n roll" video was shot. I told her if the record machine is still there I will put her in a black leather jacket &amp; red converse high tops &amp; snap a shot of her. She flat out said that wasn't going to happen. My bff &amp; I are looking for other Joan Jett places to check out so if anyone knows of any please let me know. And please encourage Shannon to allow me to take a pic of her to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 40th Birthday, Baybee. And may we spend 60 more of them together happily in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-3561515447561151484?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3561515447561151484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=3561515447561151484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/3561515447561151484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/3561515447561151484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-shannon.html' title='Happy Birthday, Shannon!'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/ScZflyBw24I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2Tg9jPZPS80/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-8038816144958770208</id><published>2009-03-17T13:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:48:38.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sis!</title><content type='html'>On this fine St. Patricks Day 34 yrs ago my youngest sister Amy was born. Amy is one of the sweetest most beautiful people you could ever know. She is hard working &amp; put herself through college. She is a fantastic mother &amp; wife.  She married the boy next door &amp; has two beautiful children that love their aunt dearly. I am proud to call her my sister. And more importantly she is proud to call me hers. Happy Birthday Amy. I love you, I miss you. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s Amy after she won the Texas Hold Em tournament in Florida. Due to our Father’s excellent gambling skills us siblings held four of the top five spots. Amy won the trophy &amp; the money. Fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/Sb_h0oL3rEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EZyCB2mG728/s1600-h/amyp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/Sb_h0oL3rEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EZyCB2mG728/s400/amyp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314214379577125954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s Amy at the firing range with our bro. She’s is a total sweetheart but can be a real viper when you threaten her young or any other member of our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/Sb_hff70reI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fpjzyQd2j_E/s1600-h/amyg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/Sb_hff70reI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fpjzyQd2j_E/s400/amyg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314214016585084386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are pretending we are Charlie’s Angels with our other sister Wendy. Our bro thought he was Bosley that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/Sb_hrNeYgkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ImnFb9KNdaA/s1600-h/caa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/Sb_hrNeYgkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ImnFb9KNdaA/s400/caa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314214217788195394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-8038816144958770208?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8038816144958770208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=8038816144958770208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/8038816144958770208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/8038816144958770208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday Sis!'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/Sb_h0oL3rEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EZyCB2mG728/s72-c/amyp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-5045163294223916414</id><published>2009-02-26T06:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:02:18.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tasers'/><title type='text'>What's up with me?</title><content type='html'>Hello my loyal readers. It seems that you five incredible fans are wondering where I am &amp; if I have tased myself &amp; died or am in a coma. Well, I didn't. Shannon was concerned that it may have an impact on my sex drive so I decided to do some investigating. I watched some videos &amp; read some articles &amp; concluded that it was kind of like playing roulette. I don't like the possible chance of my heart stopping or nerve damage so I decided not to do it. I figure it can't be good for the sex drive either. And that is so important in a healthy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my other updates: I'm studying for a test I am taking in two Saturdays for a certification for Quality. Shannon is in school this week finishing her Microsoft certification. My place of employment is closing down so I have 20 working days left at the job I've been with for 12 yrs. My dad decided that if I change my last name to Shannon's I will be out of his will &amp; my three siblings will get my share of his inheritance. This is nuts to me for many reasons but mostly because I currently have my ex husbands last name. Apparently it's okay for me to live/sleep with the woman I love but the name thing is crossing the line of gayness that should not be crossed. Proving once again that it IS possible to be "too gay". (The "too gay" story is another post I'll do some time when I am no longer employed at my current job) Other than that we've been busy with the kids &amp; friends. Not too exciting. Oh yeah, Shannon keeps taking the covers off me in bed. I tried to take them off her a few times but this turns into me sprawled out on the floor freezing cold after she lovingly pushes me off the bed. Ahh..I love that woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Shannon got the cutest underwear this weekend. They are those kind that look like boy underwear. They actually look sexy on her but I tell her they are cute. She doesn't like it when I use words like cute or adorable to describe her. I say those words to her just to tease her. Actually she has hypnotizing, smoldering green eyes &amp; should be described as sexy, dangerous, smoking freakin' hot, etc. You get the picture. She is a red hot, Joan Jett, cherry bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to work my peeps! I will leave you with a pic of Shannon &amp; I from last April. Look at those gorgeous green eyes. Yes, we are still that happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Melissa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SaaC91hP2iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DNX3OE2a_e4/s1600-h/sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SaaC91hP2iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DNX3OE2a_e4/s400/sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307073209752869410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-5045163294223916414?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5045163294223916414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=5045163294223916414' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/5045163294223916414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/5045163294223916414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-up-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s up with me?'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SaaC91hP2iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DNX3OE2a_e4/s72-c/sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-4837340073344960271</id><published>2009-02-17T10:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:48:11.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tasers'/><title type='text'>Shocking, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>Anyone who reads my blog reads Shannon’s so you know that she has been pretty sick since Saturday afternoon. Even in her sickness she still cracks me up &amp; has a very sharp mind. You can tell that from her amazing post yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to work this morning one of my coworkers was talking to another &amp; I hear her say, “So I told Jeff the only person crazy enough here to do that is Melissa”. When I asked her what she was talking about she hangs her arm over the cubicle to show me a loud zapping taser. I have never seen one in real life &amp; up close they are pretty scary. As I looked at it I felt some sort of hypnotizing feeling taking me over. It’s kind of like a moth to a flame or a mosquito to a bug light. Much like an electric fence or Shannon, I have the urge to touch them when I see them. I told my coworker I would let her zap me if someone taped it &amp; I got the only copy of the disc. She laughed &amp; agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a little school kid I had to jet an email to Shannon right away to let her know of my exciting plan &amp; what she thought. Her first response was “you’re crazy”. Then I told her that my coworker said I might pee myself so I will do it at the end of the day. Shannon in all her four day medicine-hazed wisdom simply replied, “Empty your bladder first.  This will not affect your sex drive will it?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord I love this woman. She was truly made for me.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SZraTqvgPnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iSj2LzP5i_M/s1600-h/250px-Black_vulcan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SZraTqvgPnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iSj2LzP5i_M/s400/250px-Black_vulcan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303791542608084594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my favorite Super Friends. The Black Vulcan. This guy could shoot electricity out of his hands, travel at the speed of light, &amp; best of all, time travel. Maybe after I'm tased I will have these abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, baybee. I'll make sure it doesn't affect my sex life. hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-4837340073344960271?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4837340073344960271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=4837340073344960271' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/4837340073344960271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/4837340073344960271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/shocking-isnt-it.html' title='Shocking, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SZraTqvgPnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iSj2LzP5i_M/s72-c/250px-Black_vulcan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-7544536306657859737</id><published>2009-02-03T10:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:41:58.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbians'/><title type='text'>Holy crap!</title><content type='html'>Holy crap have I been busy. And I even had a week off from work. If you are wondering what I've been doing please check out the pics my gf posted yesterday. http://sinnerviewer.blogspot.com/ The last one should explain most of how I spent my time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the emails with the magazine in the previous post ended with the editor threatening a slander lawsuit. I am thinking I will post the ridiculous email exchange between us. It's funny. I think my initial mistake was that after my address was corrected a woman sent me an email thanking me for my patients. To which I replied, "I don’t recall referring any patients to you but thank you so much. Lol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never rec'd another magazine. Go figure! Anyway, I'll get to that another day. For now I would like to post my favorite commercial of all time. Please feel free to leave a link to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would love to awaken Shannon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-jOjK003Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-jOjK003Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-7544536306657859737?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7544536306657859737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=7544536306657859737' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/7544536306657859737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/7544536306657859737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap!'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-5419829054708273918</id><published>2009-01-16T08:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:05:06.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta Pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Our Backs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velvet Park'/><title type='text'>Duped at Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SXCREDoamPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/t7v5MUP0oPs/s1600-h/pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SXCREDoamPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/t7v5MUP0oPs/s400/pride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291889061040658674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently made this photo my new Facebook pic. People seem to love it so I thought I’d post it. This was taken last July when I moved from Michigan to Atlanta to live with Shannon &amp; reminded me of a sore subject. It was my first official weekend here &amp; what better way to celebrate than to head on down to the Atlanta Pride festival. It was a beautiful, hot &amp; sunny day. We roamed around, met people, &amp; ate. Just before the parade started the skies opened up with a hellacious thunderstorm that forced us under a huge tent in the middle of all the action. After a while the tent became an island with a mote of slowly rising water around it. We had a fantastic time as the picture clearly shows. I was warm, wet, &amp; happy to pose with some cute little gay boys we met that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually  the rain lightened up a little &amp; we waded out to view the parade &amp; wrap up a fun filled day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking around we came across a booth with a really nice lady who was selling subscriptions to a lesbian magazine her &amp; her girlfriend started. After some conversation she brought up that her girlfriend was a fellow Michigander. So in support of gay businesses  I bought a one year subscription. After waiting what seemed like forever I decided I would contact the magazine folks to see when I would get my first issue. There was some sort of mix up with my address so their computer was updated &amp; I received a mag in a few days. I absolutely LOVED it!  I was totally satisfied with the quality articles &amp; monthly columns &amp; was impressed by the minimal amount of adds. I couldn’t wait to receive the next months issue which I was told would be mailed at the same time. To make a long story short I haven’t received any issues since. I’ve had multiple email exchanges with the administrative assistant &amp; I’m just plain old tired of waiting for the next “promised” issue to arrive. I wrote the woman today &amp; told her she has ten days to either give me my money back or resolve the problem. If not, I will start blogging about the poor customer service I have received &amp; see if any of my fellow lesbians were duped at pride. All ten subscribers to my blog will surely rise up in arms &amp; support me. Come on peeps! Get your pitchforks &amp; torches ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this sucks for me because other than Curve there are no decent lesbo mags since the demise of Girlfriends Magazine. I considered Girlfriends the equivilant of a lesbian version of People. My subscription was suddenly replaced with On Our Backs which was replaced with Velvet Parked then I just received nothing. The last Velvet Park I received cracked me up. There was a spread with a woman painted like a dalmation with a bridle in her mouth. The pics included various poses of undress &amp; positions that would make any respectable lesbian laugh or gag. I chose to laugh. Anyway, I’m sad because I don’t have Girlfriends to read or this new cool mag. Please recommend a lesbian magazine if you could or stop back in ten days from now &amp; I’ll reveal this mystery mag with either a raving review or a sad expose. &lt;br /&gt;Kisses, ~m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-5419829054708273918?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5419829054708273918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=5419829054708273918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/5419829054708273918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/5419829054708273918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/duped-at-pride.html' title='Duped at Pride'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SXCREDoamPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/t7v5MUP0oPs/s72-c/pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-6246693193494795406</id><published>2009-01-13T11:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:41:49.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brokeback Mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fag Hag'/><title type='text'>She's not just a fag hag, she's my SISTER!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My sister Wendy was kind enough to allow me &amp; my kids to stay with her while I was in MI visiting so I wanted to do a little post about her. We were brought up in a Christian home &amp; it was very difficult to come out to my family. Wendy was the most Christian of all so it was really hard to tell her for fear that I would lose her friendship. She has been my best friend in life &amp; when I finally did come out to her she cried. She said she wished that I had told her years ago &amp; that she loved me no matter what. She asked why I lied to her all these years. I explained to her that I was lying to myself not her. She was so hurt &amp; for that I will always be sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was home on Christmas I discussed gay marriage with Wendy &amp; my Mom. When I first came out they both didn’t want to talk about it. I guess they had to wrap their minds around me coming out &amp; how it would affect my kids &amp; husband. Gay marriage was too much for them to comprehend at that time. When we revisited the discussion this Christmas they both said they believe I should have the right to be married &amp; all the benefits that come with it. This was a pleasant surprise for me since I do plan on marrying Shannon whether it is legal or not. After all, I am in a loving committed relationship with the person I plan to spend my life with. Why shouldn’t I assure that she will receive all of my benefits if something happens? I was shocked to see that Wendy was cool with the marriage thing. I was discussing the bible &amp; what it said about homosexuality &amp; Wendy told me that I wouldn’t find the answer I was seeking there. She said, “Look, I’m not gonna judge you. Your sins are no greater than mine. And I do NOT believe you will go to hell for this”. My  Mom was nodding in agreement as Wendy spoke.  I can’t even tell you how happy this made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy &amp; I went to the Brokeback Mountain premiere together. It was gays wall to wall &amp; then there was Wendy. The queen of fag hags. She loved our Brokeback movie night. She felt as though she were a special member in a secret society of gaydom. Sometimes she’d accompany me to the gay bars. She loves gay boys &amp; tells them they are beautiful &amp; they tell her she is too. It’s a fabulous equation. Wendy + gay boys = Happiness all around &amp; inflated egos galore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy’s boyfriend Matthew is in the military &amp; doesn’t believe gay marriage is right. Here’s a video of her discussing Brokeback Mt with he &amp; I at a sports bar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MopIp7Ywz8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MopIp7Ywz8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell she gets a little mad about the subject. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for letting me chill at your place on Christmas. And I do mean chill. It was SO cold!!! Here’s a big kiss from me to you. I love you, Wendy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SWzC1Z247fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MgWLJUxxuYc/s1600-h/mewendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SWzC1Z247fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MgWLJUxxuYc/s400/mewendy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290817884983455218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-6246693193494795406?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6246693193494795406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=6246693193494795406' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/6246693193494795406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/6246693193494795406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-not-just-fag-hag-shes-my-sister.html' title='She&apos;s not just a fag hag, she&apos;s my SISTER!!!!!'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SWzC1Z247fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MgWLJUxxuYc/s72-c/mewendy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-2239202141624089289</id><published>2009-01-07T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:04:48.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>How many chicks will do this for you?</title><content type='html'>As many of you are aware my grrl is one smooth &amp; sexy chick. While we were in Fla celebrating the 1 yr anniversary of the day we met I shot this cute little video of her. She had taken me to the beach a few times. Now she is not a fan of the beach but I am a sun lover so she always makes the sacrifice of taking me there. We took a little time out to roll around &amp; make out in the sand. Yum! I'll have to put up that video another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Shannon always opens the car door for me which is so sweet &amp; I hope she never stops. As I jumped in she grabbed me &amp; started to wipe off my feet. I took her camera &amp; said I needed to put this on my blog. She's always a good sport so she went along with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Shannon being the sexy chick that she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZqvx-zuSKY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZqvx-zuSKY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-2239202141624089289?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2239202141624089289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=2239202141624089289' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/2239202141624089289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/2239202141624089289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-many-chicks-will-do-this-for-you.html' title='How many chicks will do this for you?'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-8562716370029038156</id><published>2008-12-30T23:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:38:55.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Shot Of Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>A Double Shot Of Love</title><content type='html'>Shannon &amp; I are in bed watching Double Shot Of Love right now. She just grabbed TiVo &amp; rewound it to show me a couple making out &amp; in the background there are two chicks going at it in the hot tub big time. Shannon is cracking up. She's so darn cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on vacation this week so we are getting to spend some quality time together. We spent the entire day today volunteering at a Feminist Clinic sending out some fundraiser mailings. Our friend King works there &amp; we decided to help her out. Well, actually Shannon decided to volunteer &amp; I said I'd go along &amp; help. That's how my grrl is. She gives so much of herself to so many people. One of the many qualities I love about her. She is truly the most selfless &amp; giving person I have ever met. Look at her. I mean, c'mon. How hot is she? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVrzLaIa3gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/azocrbRHgVg/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVrzLaIa3gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/azocrbRHgVg/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285804489991446018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fast approaching our one year anniversary. We're going to celebrate in the place we met. I can't wait. We are going to roll around on the beach &amp; enjoy some alone time. We'll probably do plenty of laughing. She makes me laugh all the time. Another great thing about her. Check out this adorable pic from last night. She's so cute &amp; funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVrzSpCTHmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Cm5e01LPor8/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVrzSpCTHmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Cm5e01LPor8/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285804614251388514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to give her some attention now. I love my baybee. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-8562716370029038156?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8562716370029038156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=8562716370029038156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/8562716370029038156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/8562716370029038156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-shot-of-love.html' title='A Double Shot Of Love'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVrzLaIa3gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/azocrbRHgVg/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-8099825011005842689</id><published>2008-12-29T23:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:02:28.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><title type='text'>A Bouncing Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1995 a bouncing baby boy was born...and I do mean bouncing! It has been a wild thirteen years but I'm finally the mother of a teenager. My son Austin has gone from this little fella here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVmoqSCzOnI/AAAAAAAAADA/8e0JG7fCSD4/s1600-h/86020004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVmoqSCzOnI/AAAAAAAAADA/8e0JG7fCSD4/s400/86020004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285441082047543922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this handsome young lad recieving a kiss tonight from the hottest chick on the planet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVmnpd1mJOI/AAAAAAAAACw/OxL_dZMX0XA/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVmnpd1mJOI/AAAAAAAAACw/OxL_dZMX0XA/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285439968521888994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, baby boy. Mommy loves you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVmmg6AyMDI/AAAAAAAAACo/sZ8hnob9080/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVmmg6AyMDI/AAAAAAAAACo/sZ8hnob9080/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285438721954558002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-8099825011005842689?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8099825011005842689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=8099825011005842689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/8099825011005842689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/8099825011005842689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/bouncing-baby-boy.html' title='A Bouncing Baby Boy'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SVmoqSCzOnI/AAAAAAAAADA/8e0JG7fCSD4/s72-c/86020004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-7885191202504860259</id><published>2008-12-25T03:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:01:21.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motion City Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything is Alright'/><title type='text'>Missing Shannon</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's almost 3:30 in the morning &amp; I cannot sleep. It is unreal to me how much I crave Shannon. Her kisses, her touch, her presence. I would give anything to be able to feel her breath on my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in MI on my nieces laptop burning her music onto cds on my sister's couch. I can look out her ginormous picture window to see a winter wonderland like none I've seen in years. It's cold &amp; snowy. I don't care for the cold. I'm cold all the time &amp; dress in layers. The only person remotely close to being as cold as me is Shannon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a great time here with my family. I feel guilty because I am having fun &amp; I know my girl is home crying. It hurts me that I'm helpless &amp; cannot lift the grief that is overwhelming her. She is constantly on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, I miss you, I love you, &amp; I'm praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song that I just ripped. I figure you'd like this particular video since it has House in it. Please tell me that you're alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5uhZWthprf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5uhZWthprf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-7885191202504860259?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7885191202504860259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=7885191202504860259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/7885191202504860259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/7885191202504860259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-shannon.html' title='Missing Shannon'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-4546232202822899152</id><published>2008-12-21T20:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:45:54.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone Mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>Stone Mountain Love</title><content type='html'>Shannon &amp; I took her kids to Stone Mountain yesterday. We took a bunch of silly pictures &amp; made some funny videos. Here's a cool pic of us that Nick took while we were on top of the mountain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SU7wMFXX2oI/AAAAAAAAACA/3vsAyoiovsE/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SU7wMFXX2oI/AAAAAAAAACA/3vsAyoiovsE/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282423503341476482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-4546232202822899152?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4546232202822899152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=4546232202822899152' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/4546232202822899152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/4546232202822899152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/stone-mountain-love.html' title='Stone Mountain Love'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SU7wMFXX2oI/AAAAAAAAACA/3vsAyoiovsE/s72-c/IMG_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-1400042416849530591</id><published>2008-12-19T10:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:37:02.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Good</title><content type='html'>So right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUu3_SfRMlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwQeuLi7Ws4/s1600-h/pyzamfallingrocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUu3_SfRMlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwQeuLi7Ws4/s400/pyzamfallingrocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517285944668754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-1400042416849530591?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1400042416849530591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=1400042416849530591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/1400042416849530591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/1400042416849530591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-evil.html' title='Good'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUu3_SfRMlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwQeuLi7Ws4/s72-c/pyzamfallingrocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-8478892633387239867</id><published>2008-12-18T07:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:20:29.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lillies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><title type='text'>Missing my flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUo-Zqct6YI/AAAAAAAAABo/hQA1Z65Rqg4/s1600-h/bookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUo-Zqct6YI/AAAAAAAAABo/hQA1Z65Rqg4/s400/bookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281102123657718146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just clicking through some old pictures &amp; found this one of my kids from years ago. They were both bald as cue balls for about the first two years of their lives. Poor bubbas. Here are my son &amp; daughter in my front yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me miss the long beautiful grass of my yard in Michigan. I just loved to lay on the ground &amp; roll around with the kids. There is one downfall. You have to water it every day because MI is basically a dried up lake. There is about 12 inches of topsoil covering sand. Excellent drainage, high water bill, &amp; if you don't water it you'll end up with a dirt farm around you home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this picture also makes me miss my beautiful flowerbeds that I had strategically planted around the yard. I had a killer collection of perennials that multiplied &amp; flourished year after year. My Lilly collection was fantastic. I had some hybrids that were given to me by a breeder. Cool stuff. Anyway, I miss looking out my back deck &amp; seeing all the fruits of my labor. I just hope the young woman that bought my house takes care of them &amp; enjoys my assortment of floral love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did let my sisters come &amp; pillage the land before I left but since I moved to an apartment 12 hrs away I couldn't exactly transplant anything myself. Hopefully sometime in the near future Shannon &amp; I will get a house where I can start again. Buuuttt....we'll probably be traveling if all goes as planned. Oh well, I still have pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-8478892633387239867?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8478892633387239867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=8478892633387239867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/8478892633387239867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/8478892633387239867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-my-flowers.html' title='Missing my flowers'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUo-Zqct6YI/AAAAAAAAABo/hQA1Z65Rqg4/s72-c/bookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-7437794732696165713</id><published>2008-12-16T13:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:10:18.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Trick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She&apos;s Tight'/><title type='text'>Something about her &amp; I</title><content type='html'>We both love this song.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiSypDGFLVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiSypDGFLVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsoLb-E7oy8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsoLb-E7oy8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so made for each other. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-7437794732696165713?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7437794732696165713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=7437794732696165713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/7437794732696165713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/7437794732696165713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-about-her-i.html' title='Something about her &amp; I'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-358309492012088281</id><published>2008-12-15T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:57:30.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Jett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon Bon Jovi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>I love food</title><content type='html'>Since I moved to Georgia, Shannon has introduced me to so many wonderful foods that I never knew the joys of. Like hot boiled peanuts (who knew you could boil peanuts &amp; they would taste good?), grits (love em), brunswick stew (which I am bringing home for dinner tonight), sweet tea (she makes excellent sweet tea), millet muffins (yum, she makes awesome homeade baked goods), &amp; cornbread like I have never had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon is a fantastic cook &amp; keeps us eating healthy. And her Mom Gail (her Dad’s wife-she is the sweetest woman) is an excellent cook. This lady rips it up in the kitchen. Everything she makes is from scratch &amp; tastes incredible. I am an eating machine so we get along very well. Fried ochra, dressing, coconut cake, you name it. The lady cooked an unbelievable Thanksgiving dinner. Her family also invited us to their Christmas party last Saturday. Holy crap! Can those people cook. Her brothers &amp; sisters all chipped in &amp; made a spread to remember. The whole family welcomed me as if I had always been there. Everone was so sweet &amp; affectionate. They really made me feel like part of the family. Thank you to Gail &amp; her wonderful family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shannon isn’t feeling well today so I wanted to post something that I know will make her feel better. This is a sexy Joan Jett video that reminds me of my baybee. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdhonK8NMm8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdhonK8NMm8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s something else to cheer her up. Good old Jon Bon Jovi. He’s nice &amp; shaved in this one just the way she likes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUaYe396PFI/AAAAAAAAABg/p4JqemJq_Zc/s1600-h/jbj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUaYe396PFI/AAAAAAAAABg/p4JqemJq_Zc/s400/jbj.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280075269325601874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel better, sweetness. I'll be home soon. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS..We're having Brunswick Stew for dinner. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-358309492012088281?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/358309492012088281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=358309492012088281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/358309492012088281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/358309492012088281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-food.html' title='I love food'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUaYe396PFI/AAAAAAAAABg/p4JqemJq_Zc/s72-c/jbj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-4538115812445164059</id><published>2008-12-13T10:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:12:20.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinnerviewer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le Freak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Altanta Lesbian'/><title type='text'>Lets skate, Baybee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUPdAifkpII/AAAAAAAAABY/Nl58pYOB5yU/s1600-h/Roller-skate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUPdAifkpII/AAAAAAAAABY/Nl58pYOB5yU/s400/Roller-skate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279306189537322114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to roller skate. I had totally forgotten how much until last week when my daughter Becka had her school skating party. She &amp; I put on our skates &amp; she was off like a bullet. I on the other hand was wearing a brand new pair of skates &amp; cautiously made my way around the rink like a first timer. After eight or so times around I got the feel of it again &amp; there was no stopping me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, back in the day I was the skating super star of our local rink. I had purple suede skates with yellow stripes &amp; clear wheels. I was the shizzle. I even won a skating dance contest to the song Le Freak. As my teenage years approached the local rink was shut down &amp; it was no longer cool to roll around to the songs of AC-DC &amp; Journey. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So there I was again skating in circles &amp; loving it. I sent a text to Shannon &amp; asked her to meet me at the rink. She said she was too tired &amp; to have fun. In her defense she had worked all day &amp; we really didn't know of the party until the last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home I decided that I would buy my own skates &amp; start going regularly. I had so much fun with Becka &amp; it is such good exercise. Shannon says she'll go with us but I'm really not sure if she will. If she does I'm sure she'll skate up behind me, grab me, &amp; make me cry out "Baybee"!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I have some video of Shannon skating to post some time down the road. Lets cross our fingers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-4538115812445164059?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4538115812445164059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=4538115812445164059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/4538115812445164059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/4538115812445164059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-skate-baybee.html' title='Lets skate, Baybee!'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SUPdAifkpII/AAAAAAAAABY/Nl58pYOB5yU/s72-c/Roller-skate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-476690730122426426</id><published>2008-12-08T11:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:26:20.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>A life altering picture</title><content type='html'>They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well this picture certainly tells a story. I probably won’t tell you the entire story but I will give you a little insight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/ST1NKqE2PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9Ez0Vtoel6Y/s1600-h/lfwb_956ed3d4927e3ecee8e6f47a394335c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/ST1NKqE2PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9Ez0Vtoel6Y/s400/lfwb_956ed3d4927e3ecee8e6f47a394335c2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277459183836741090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is my view last November 7th while on vacation with my family in Florida. I was laying on a white sand beach &amp; my body was tan &amp; smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger Brother is in the Air Force &amp; he was preparing to be deployed to Japan early in 2008. We knew we weren’t going to see him for a few years so my dad decided it would be great if we all went down to see him for one last hurrah. My dad purchased the tickets so he, his gf, my two younger Sisters &amp; I packed it up &amp; flew down to spend one crazy week with my Bro. It had been a pretty wild year for all of us &amp; it was so fun to just forget all of our worries &amp; kick back together. We ate, we drank, &amp; we raised some hell. It was good times. I lost my voice during that week &amp; by the end of the flight home I knew there was something wrong with me more than your average cold. When I finally got to the doctor he found that I had a major case of Bronchitis that was rapidly turning into Pneumonia. It took me almost two months to get back to par. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my time sick in bed I posted this picture on my MySpace page. A friend that I had made on a music page saw this picture &amp; sent me a message saying that she knew exactly where this picture was taken. She said she took her kids there when they lived in Fla &amp; she would lay under the pier &amp; watch them play. I was thinking, Holy crap! How could anyone tell where this picture was taken? That was amazing. It was freaky but she did know where it was taken. And so began a friendship that would continue to blossom over the next few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early January I decided I had so much fun with my Brother in November that I really needed to hang with him one more time before he left. After all, you never know when the last time you hug someone will actually be THE last time. I wrote my new buddy &amp; let her know that I was going to the beach again. As fate would have it she would be there too to celebrate Birthdays with two loved ones. She was really cool &amp; loved all the same obscure hair metal bands that I did. We had the same passion for music &amp; a ton of things in common. I really thought it was the coolest thing to meet someone so much like me. The more we wrote to each other the more we saw how our lives paralleled each others. I had met two of my best friends online about five years ago, one in Milwaukee &amp; one in Baltimore. These are both lifelong friendships that I absolutely cherish. I could tell that my new friend would be someone that would be a friend for life as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 4th rolled around &amp; I flew down to see my Brother &amp; meet my new friend. Her &amp; I decided that we would do lunch &amp; that she’d bring me to my Bro’s house afterward. I arrived once again to the smallest airport on the planet to find that my new pal was not there. She did call to say she would be late &amp; had the nicest excuse for her tardiness. She had stopped at the store &amp; found an elderly friend of hers wandering aimlessly &amp; brought her home to her daughter. What a sweetheart. When she finally arrived at the airport &amp; got out of the car to greet me I was blown away. I stood speechless for a minute or two because I couldn’t believe how attracted I was to her. I had seen her picture but she looked so much better in real life. Her gorgeous green eyes combined with her sexy walk left me literally stunned for about thirty seconds. I was able to pull it together &amp; we had an awesome weekend. That one visit lead to another &amp; eventually turned into me relocating my kids &amp; I to Georgia to live with her. That’s right. The person who recognized the beach in the picture was Shannon. The one that I was destined to be with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I that I snapped that photo &amp; it led me here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-476690730122426426?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/476690730122426426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=476690730122426426' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/476690730122426426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/476690730122426426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-altering-picture.html' title='A life altering picture'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/ST1NKqE2PeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9Ez0Vtoel6Y/s72-c/lfwb_956ed3d4927e3ecee8e6f47a394335c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-1009405144221259087</id><published>2008-12-06T12:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:57:59.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Setzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayday Parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>Twilight Soundtrack Review</title><content type='html'>Shannon’s kids are really into the Twilight book series so when the movie came out we decided it would be fun to take them to see it. The movie was actually pretty good. The lead character is a teenage, 100 yr old vampire. He had the biggest hair I’ve seen since Brian Setzer of the Stray Cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STq669i_m3I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vd92JFSib5Q/s1600-h/bsetz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STq669i_m3I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vd92JFSib5Q/s400/bsetz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276735435534474098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian Setzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STq7QKS7NJI/AAAAAAAAABI/Va008v2t3yM/s1600-h/tdude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STq7QKS7NJI/AAAAAAAAABI/Va008v2t3yM/s400/tdude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276735799733990546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Twilight Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he wasn’t all that great looking at first but you kind of fall in love with the mysteriousness of the character.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received the soundtrack in the mail &amp; I gave it a spin. Here is review of my opinion of each track:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supermassive Blackhole&lt;/strong&gt;- Muse……..This song has a good beat &amp; is a great start for the cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decode&lt;/strong&gt;- Paramore……I love this band &amp; this song is great just like the rest of their music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full Moon&lt;/strong&gt;- The Black Ghosts……..At first this song reminds me of some 1960’s Mama’s &amp; Papa’s stuff. Then I started to feel like I was listening to monks or something. But then they throw in some beats &amp; it’s not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave Out All The Rest&lt;/strong&gt;- Linkin Park……This band always puts out good tunes...great song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spotlight&lt;/strong&gt;-Mute Math……..starts out with a bunch of clapping. It’s different, I like it. Makes me want to hop on the treadmill or drive really fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go All The Way&lt;/strong&gt;-Perry Farrell……This is a dance tune. Typical techno stuff, nothing special. Isn't Perry Farrell that dude from Jane’s Addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tremble For My Beloved&lt;/strong&gt;-Collective Soul…..This song starts off too slow. It takes like a minute &amp; a half to get to the actual words. They lost me. Sounds like some old Genesis….boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Caught Myself&lt;/strong&gt;- Paramore…..I’m biased but this is hands down the best song on the cd. The guitars &amp; drums rock out. The lead singer is Hayley Williams - a 20 yr old, 5’2” fire engine red headed powerhouse of a chick from Franklin, Tennessee. I can’t wait to see them live if they ever roll through Atlanta. For some reason I really want to make out with Shannon while I listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Hayley &amp; the boyz of Parmore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STq48KwN7pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FZU0S5hC7SA/s1600-h/P69088ARHGK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STq48KwN7pI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FZU0S5hC7SA/s400/P69088ARHGK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276733257236213394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes On Fire&lt;/strong&gt;-Blue Foundation….This is one eerily sexy-drrty song. Definite make out material. Where’s my grrl? Our lips need to touch soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never  Think&lt;/strong&gt;- Rob Pattinson…..This is nice acoustic song. The star of the movie has the same name. I wonder if this is a coincidence or if he sings this??? I could chill to this. I’d much rather insert “Make Damn Sure” by Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flightless Bird&lt;/strong&gt;-Iron &amp; Wine…….This songs okay but the more I listen to it the gayer it sounds. I wouldn’t have put it on the soundtrack but whatever. I would have rolled in some Mayday Parade right about now. Probably my favorite song by them. “When I get home you’re so dead” This song makes me hot…..They rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella’s Lullabye&lt;/strong&gt;-Carter Burwell….musical score…..it’s nice. Once again, insert Mayday Parade here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final song is an acoustic version of &lt;strong&gt;Decode&lt;/strong&gt;-Paramore. I guess the writer of the book handpicked this music &amp; is a big fan of Paramore. I am too but an acoustic version of a song already on the disc is unnecessary.  Overall the cd wasn’t too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-1009405144221259087?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1009405144221259087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=1009405144221259087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/1009405144221259087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/1009405144221259087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/shannons-kids-are-really-into-twilight.html' title='Twilight Soundtrack Review'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STq669i_m3I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vd92JFSib5Q/s72-c/bsetz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-2543113179919691460</id><published>2008-12-04T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:57:16.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzi Quatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristy McNichol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jodie Foster'/><title type='text'>Suzi Quatro &amp; Shannon</title><content type='html'>Shannon &amp; I were laying in bed the other day chatting &amp; somehow we got on the subject of Suzi Quatro. You may remember her from the TV show Happy Days as Leather Tuscadero. I thought she was the coolest when I was a little girl. Her character Leather slapped her leg twice, made a clicking sound with her mouth, &amp; pointed her finger like a gun while saying "Ayyyyy". She was the female Fonzie &amp; gave me a totally funny feeling even as a little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Man, Leather Tuscadero was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: Suzi Quatro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I always wanted a girlfriend like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: Really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: She was a smooth, cool, confident woman..... I guess I got my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know you’re cooler, hotter, &amp; so smooth. (Some of you know that Shannon has a VERY sexy walk. Whew! I’m squirming in my chair just thinking about it. And she is a super cool chick, I’m not kidding. She’s gorgeous &amp; has some beautiful brown hair with hypnotizing green eyes that look smokin’ hot with black eyeliner. She’s sexy in a Joan Jett sexy butch way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: *Laughs* You’re the only one who thinks that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I heard she’s gay too. I read that she was with Samantha Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: The porno chick? What? Suzi is married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, we’ve both been married.  Samantha Fox had that Touch Me song in the 80’s. She’s hot, a bit young for Suzi but hot….And I love that song "Stumbling In" she sang in the 70’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: Never heard it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, watching that video that Braja directed me to today brought me back to my childhood. It made me think of another video. The Suzi Quatro one. The guy who sings with her has a fantastic voice. It’s a cute video &amp; they seem to have some chemistry going. Here it is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_am1ydf8QRA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_am1ydf8QRA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have time to research but I think she actually is married to a dude. If she is it’s a total cover up. Kind of like Jodie Foster &amp; Kristy McNichol…both total lesbos. I had crushes on both of them as a little girl. The gaydar is screaming each time I see them on TV or in magazines. Come out ladies! If Kristy M came out she probably wouldn’t have all those mental problems. Free yourself, Sister. It’s so dark &amp; terrible in there. I know, I’ve been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the grind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-2543113179919691460?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2543113179919691460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=2543113179919691460' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/2543113179919691460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/2543113179919691460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/suzi-quatro-shannon.html' title='Suzi Quatro &amp; Shannon'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-2295819746681267687</id><published>2008-12-03T09:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:50:45.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendy'/><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things I miss about Michigan. One of them is not the cold. I am freezing all the time even here in GA &amp;amp; I’m lucky to have found someone who is as cold natured as I am. Our place is always set to a warm temperature &amp;amp; I’m never cold in the car because Shannon always keeps it nice &amp;amp; toasty. One of the things I DO miss about Michigan is my Friday night ritual of meeting my Sister Wendy, her boyfriend Matthew, &amp;amp; a few of our friends at a local sports bar for pizza &amp;amp; drinks. Wendy &amp;amp; I have a ton of fun together. One of our favorite things to do is sing. We sing in the car, on the phone, in voicemails, &amp;amp; our favorite place… in public. If we don’t know the words we make up our own. It’s just our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we made public spectacles of ourselves was on a plane back from Florida. We were both plugged into the same iPod &amp;amp; sang “Brandy (You’re a fine girl)” by Looking Glass at the top of our lungs, choreography included. This was clearly annoying to those around us for three minutes &amp;amp; seven seconds. There were a few people that seem amused. Here we are at the sports bar singing a little ditty for Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbZ9VRb36es&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbZ9VRb36es&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really can’t resist belting out the classics of our childhood. I blame this on our parents who always incorporated music into our lives during any &amp;amp; all events. We mostly heard Top 40 &amp;amp; had a lot of Greatest Hits albums like Elton John, Three Dog Night, &amp;amp; The Carpenters. They had a pretty good collection of stuff I still enjoy today. Wendy &amp;amp; I also have this game we play called Fortune Cookie. We text or email each other a line of song lyrics &amp;amp; the other person has to name the artist. This game originated in my favorite Chinese restaurant where we always went around the table &amp;amp; read our fortunes aloud. Somehow the readings morphed into each of us pretending our fortunes were song lyrics from oldies but goodies or newer songs that we all know &amp;amp; love. For instance I might read aloud, “They told him don’t you ever come around here. Don’t wanna see your face you better disappear”. Wendy would then say, “Michael Jackson”. It’s just a fun game we play. Anyway, I can’t wait to see her again &amp;amp; make more fun videos. I love my Scissor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-2295819746681267687?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2295819746681267687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=2295819746681267687' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/2295819746681267687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/2295819746681267687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695058562840980311.post-412393764740414584</id><published>2008-12-02T09:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:23:23.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is a day I’ve always loved since childhood. Getting together with family, eating, laughing……good times. This year was my 2nd in my entire life that I wasn’t in Michigan to celebrate with my family. The first time was back in 93 when I was in the Army. I was in San Antonio at the medical base &amp;amp; didn’t have enough time off or money to fly home. A very nice family invited myself &amp;amp; two of my fellow soldiers into their home for the day. They fed us a wonderful dinner &amp;amp; made us feel very welcomed. I watched the Lions play football &amp;amp; was happy to be away from the base for a day. I will never forget that sweet family. They lived in a small apartment &amp;amp; had their own children to support but still found it in their hearts to give in any way they could. And believe me it was very appreciated. The last place on earth I wanted to be was stuck on that military base with drill sergeants in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year being my second Thanksgiving away from Michigan was also my first without my kids since they were born. They were off to spend the day with their Dad. I went with my girlfriend Shannon &amp;amp; her kids to her Dad’s house to celebrate with her family. I had a great day with them. I love these people. They have accepted me with open arms as if I were their own daughter. And when the Thanksgiving prayer started Shannon’s Dad grabbed me from behind &amp;amp; pulled me close to him as we prayed. When it was over he whispered I love you in my ear. It was just the sweetest thing in the world &amp;amp; made me feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends say I have a golden horseshoe up my butt because I always get so lucky. Lucky to have a great job, kids, &amp;amp; family. Lucky I have found such a wonderful girlfriend who loves me. Here we are last Thursday. Our first Thanksgiving together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275197461965636290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STVEJHiBAsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tBw7alsnx3U/s400/thksg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she hot or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it I am really nothing short of blessed. God has given me such a blessed life. I want to thank him for enabling me to pay the bills, keeping us all healthy, &amp;amp; for everything he has given us. I am thankful for Shannon &amp;amp; our friends &amp;amp; family. And a special shout out to the kind hearted folks who took me in for the day when I was alone &amp;amp; far away from home back in 93.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;~Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_MailAutoSig"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695058562840980311-412393764740414584?l=sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/feeds/412393764740414584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695058562840980311&amp;postID=412393764740414584' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/412393764740414584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695058562840980311/posts/default/412393764740414584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmelissasplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Sweet Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913800189823016793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/SS1iYfdti7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k2OQT8wFNBw/S220/Sweetcrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9pAOjmyfxE/STVEJHiBAsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tBw7alsnx3U/s72-c/thksg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
