<?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-3785857247914274280</id><updated>2012-02-10T16:34:27.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'H' Word</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-647650243583924259</id><published>2012-02-10T09:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T09:57:08.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nicknames.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-km4ItYRg4sY/TzSevFMLfII/AAAAAAAACco/jBLxrP3L_yk/s1600/DSC_1565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-km4ItYRg4sY/TzSevFMLfII/AAAAAAAACco/jBLxrP3L_yk/s640/DSC_1565.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDwHj5ncInE/TzSe1uBzhSI/AAAAAAAACcw/C3gAx_fOAqc/s1600/DSC_1568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDwHj5ncInE/TzSe1uBzhSI/AAAAAAAACcw/C3gAx_fOAqc/s640/DSC_1568.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{my studly guys}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the start of the year I told these two young bloods that they were getting new nicknames. I have about 10 mill for each of them but they are worn out and need a lunch break{even though 'Babe' will never go out of style}. So I put the idea in my brain and decided on calling them whatever comes out first. Which resulted in &lt;b&gt;'Guinea Pig'&lt;/b&gt; for Chris and &lt;b&gt;'Jungle Cat'&lt;/b&gt; for Hoosh. Hahahahaha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris served a mission in Peru. The people there fed him/ate Guinea Pig meat. GUINEA PIGS. He ate them. ew. He even had to prepare them himself sometimes ...if you know what I mean. If you don't then I'm not telling you because it will make me barf. But what are ya gonna do...he's in the Jungles of Peru and the natives hand him a guinea pig. He can't exactly politely decline and run to the Chick-Fil-A drive thru. And at the time of the name giving my mind was only focusing on his mission food for some reason. So it was either Guinea Pig or Old River Potato. So he can thank his lucky stars on that one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Hooshie gets his hairs cut...his long legs appear and he looks a lil like a cat from behind.&amp;nbsp; And I think my mind may have not been able to separate itself from the whole Peru Jungle thing. Hence Jungle Cat. I mean....the heart wants what it wants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GP and JC love their new names {they hate them}.And Chris decided my new nickname will be &lt;b&gt;'Pinto Bean'&lt;/b&gt;. So now we're all happy&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{weird?}&lt;/span&gt; new-namesonians together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...hey, it's better than poop face... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wkHrhiuVfg/TzSe8DqVV8I/AAAAAAAACc4/crkXfHeRmUI/s1600/DSC_1572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wkHrhiuVfg/TzSe8DqVV8I/AAAAAAAACc4/crkXfHeRmUI/s640/DSC_1572.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Oh hello hat hair. It's nice to see you. You look great}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-647650243583924259?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/647650243583924259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/nicknames.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/647650243583924259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/647650243583924259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/nicknames.html' title='nicknames.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-km4ItYRg4sY/TzSevFMLfII/AAAAAAAACco/jBLxrP3L_yk/s72-c/DSC_1565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5034425499169851114</id><published>2012-02-07T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:30:18.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not smooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/3447935/the-h-word?claim=uvute4fd58m"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl last night. On Bachelor. Jamie. Poor, "quiet", innocent, AWKWARD Jamie. Why? WHY? I can't....I mean...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost speechless. Almost. I am a large percentage sure that that scene {Jamie deciding she needs to "show" Ben she likes him} last night takes the cupcake on the tip top most awkward, uneasy and cringe-earning moments I've ever witnessed on a tele show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, honest to Ceelo, can't tell which is worse....the sudden "Imgettingonyourlapwhetheryoulikeitornot" straddling in a short skirt, the never-ending TALKING about "what I was gonna do" while actually attmepting to do everything she is saying, or the trying to teach Bach Ben how to kiss {and sounding like she was fresh off reading a seventeen mag how-to on the subject}. Oy vey. That was painful. I felt like I needed to cry for her...or shove a bunch of chocolate-coved rice krispie treats in my mouth to end it somehow...I don't know what that means...I just didn't know what to do. point is...it was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha..I secretly loved it. I was cracking up during the first half. And the second half I joined Chris and Kiz in staring at the wreck with my jaw on the rug. And I feel bad/embare for her...the 'sexy' thing doesn't come naturally to all. And sadly...she shared her "no-game" moves with millions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sent kickin chickens. gone. 3 people left this week and none of them were our brill picks. Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Why is the video I had right here suddenly "unavailable"?}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mp2LjJApIdM/TzKUfIUvrXI/AAAAAAAACcg/XLcGX1A09tM/s1600/jamie-otis-bachelor-smjpg-b30657b752d0a907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mp2LjJApIdM/TzKUfIUvrXI/AAAAAAAACcg/XLcGX1A09tM/s1600/jamie-otis-bachelor-smjpg-b30657b752d0a907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bless her awkward heart. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMjg2MzU2Mzk1NDkmcHQ9MTMyODYzNTY*MzE*MSZwPSZkPSZnPTImbz1mNGEzNjUwMzAzNjE*NzRiYTczY2MzOTFm/ZjY1N2Y2YiZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5034425499169851114?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5034425499169851114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-smooth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5034425499169851114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5034425499169851114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-smooth.html' title='Not smooth'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mp2LjJApIdM/TzKUfIUvrXI/AAAAAAAACcg/XLcGX1A09tM/s72-c/jamie-otis-bachelor-smjpg-b30657b752d0a907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8002673236710707543</id><published>2012-02-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:26:30.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Chow</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWDoSxsD-j8/Ty83eOiiRXI/AAAAAAAACcY/aD9oClVT7lU/s1600/hoop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWDoSxsD-j8/Ty83eOiiRXI/AAAAAAAACcY/aD9oClVT7lU/s400/hoop.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoosh Sport Hayes. Before his haircut. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGaUGZtx1hE/Ty83aUWs1zI/AAAAAAAACcQ/vwdUqB0Mn2U/s1600/pup+chow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGaUGZtx1hE/Ty83aUWs1zI/AAAAAAAACcQ/vwdUqB0Mn2U/s400/pup+chow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Just made this out of a popcorn tin...for H's food. nbd.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿My poor little poopsie. He has allergies. I sent him to the vet with his father. But he just came back with&amp;nbsp;zero answers and a $20 bottle of dog ear cleaner {wtheck? haha}. But&amp;nbsp;the lil man is&amp;nbsp;rubbing his face like a craze and getting lil allergy&amp;nbsp;bumps...&amp;nbsp;and google tells me his symptoms are allergies. And apparently I need to trust google more than the vet. Because google is a billionaire and the vet is an idiot. So&amp;nbsp;this weekend I went to PetSmart and prutty much&amp;nbsp;spent my entire&amp;nbsp;Friday night&amp;nbsp;carefully reading&amp;nbsp;each and every nutrition label&amp;nbsp;of all the different brands of food on 4 {yes, FOUR} aisles of various dog foods. worth it. We walked out with&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;pretty penny pricey organic "goodforyourtummyandskin"&amp;nbsp;food.&amp;nbsp;Plus the spoiled rotten Hoo also got the deluxe package at the pet salon on Saturday. Anything for that yittle poop faced sweet butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8002673236710707543?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8002673236710707543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/puppy-chow.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8002673236710707543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8002673236710707543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/puppy-chow.html' title='Puppy Chow'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWDoSxsD-j8/Ty83eOiiRXI/AAAAAAAACcY/aD9oClVT7lU/s72-c/hoop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8443194398772630729</id><published>2012-02-03T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:23:43.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>It's 3:14 on Friday. I'm at work...but I can't work. Who can on a Friday? Who can during the last hour and 46 mins of work before the weekend? All I seem to be able to do is drool. Drool alllllllllll over my &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/mmhayes/spring-style-12/" style="color: #a64d79;" target="_blank"&gt;Spring Style Pinterest Pinboard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of inspiration and perfection. More specifically.......this exact {to the T} outfit&amp;nbsp;that I will be wearing every single day for the next 6 months. Except at work...and church... and&amp;nbsp;any time&amp;nbsp;I'm outside in 115 degree weather {i'll be wearin nothing in that situation}....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2Sf8B8DAtY/TytlmUu2ROI/AAAAAAAACcI/OD75KrGMvqU/s1600/269019777710839561_Aqn9mZF6_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2Sf8B8DAtY/TytlmUu2ROI/AAAAAAAACcI/OD75KrGMvqU/s1600/269019777710839561_Aqn9mZF6_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not me. it's a pinterest pin. fooled ya ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so comft &amp;amp; I love wedges. I have so many outfits in my head for spring. So many pictures I want to take. Wish I was posting some 30 for 30 pictures right now. But I can't bring myself to do it. Because I'm heavily medicated. And said medication makes me a moody porcupine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have fun peeps comin into town tonight. G'day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8443194398772630729?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8443194398772630729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8443194398772630729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8443194398772630729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2Sf8B8DAtY/TytlmUu2ROI/AAAAAAAACcI/OD75KrGMvqU/s72-c/269019777710839561_Aqn9mZF6_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1009167009771701333</id><published>2012-02-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:06:22.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show I Love to Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM_AL0TENJQ/TytMPoEIQwI/AAAAAAAACcA/8LsEiX_-Ujg/s1600/Ben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM_AL0TENJQ/TytMPoEIQwI/AAAAAAAACcA/8LsEiX_-Ujg/s320/Ben.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dull-dud Ben Flackineckiplecki {or something of the sort}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I hate Ben the Bachelor. Yes hate. Not in the same way I hate panda express workers when they jip me on my orange chicken. Because I legitimately really hate that. But in the way that I just think he has no place being the Bach of the year. He's excruciatingly boring and has no personality. {and no...skinny dipping with the fug model skank does not make you exciting...it means you had to do something for the cameras...and also that you couldn't handle model peer pressure.} We swore we&amp;nbsp;would nottt&amp;nbsp;watch this season when we found out it was Ben. But what did we do? WHAT DID WE DO? We straight up flipped it on and saw 5 seconds of it...which we all know means that then you are doomed to watch for life. Ahhh ABC you know how to suck me into reality bliss/misery......despite your "most dramatic season ever" lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make picks every season.&amp;nbsp; Picks as in we pick who we think is gonna win. Official picks as in...someone has to win....like sports picks. Picks as in...we actually have a Bachelor Picks DRAFT. Hahahahahahah! {well i think its funny}&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I'm not kidding. Chris set up the draft {obvi}&amp;nbsp;and read up on all of the girl's "stats" to make sure he would choose the winner. So on Monday nights my sis KizKat, Chris and I all watch together..and after the second episode {once we've gotten to see all the girls in action. obvi} we have a draft...and we get two picks each.We're cool...i know. Winner gets their fave dinner and dessert prepared by the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be the Bach/ Bach-ette master of life. I always win. I have a brilliant proven theory...and I can usually tell within two episodes who the final two will be. Then the winner comes down to the bach's character. This is serious business kids. And I hate that we love it...but what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our embarrassing &amp;amp; very OFFICIAL Picks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MY {winning} Picks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYRcaQVbEfo/TytL1XpqIxI/AAAAAAAACbo/65qJlgCUPSw/s1600/lindzi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYRcaQVbEfo/TytL1XpqIxI/AAAAAAAACbo/65qJlgCUPSw/s320/lindzi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindzi - Nicki&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kimmie's Safe Picks﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nadHfTVZfJk/TytL4lKgmtI/AAAAAAAACbw/crZZpcQ1YAA/s1600/Kacie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nadHfTVZfJk/TytL4lKgmtI/AAAAAAAACbw/crZZpcQ1YAA/s320/Kacie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaci B. - Jennifer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chris' Freaky Pics﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjdEwUjvqs4/TytMB7aEF-I/AAAAAAAACb4/3AQ0SbuPzeM/s1600/emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjdEwUjvqs4/TytMB7aEF-I/AAAAAAAACb4/3AQ0SbuPzeM/s320/emily.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emily - Crazy A Courtney {ew}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1009167009771701333?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1009167009771701333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/show-i-love-to-hate.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1009167009771701333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1009167009771701333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/02/show-i-love-to-hate.html' title='The Show I Love to Hate'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hM_AL0TENJQ/TytMPoEIQwI/AAAAAAAACcA/8LsEiX_-Ujg/s72-c/Ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-405129068202724392</id><published>2012-01-27T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:45:53.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes &amp; what not</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90yubfKZ9ww/TyMWwyLg7VI/AAAAAAAACZk/ZOdZGNkXCm4/s1600/16ce319a492811e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90yubfKZ9ww/TyMWwyLg7VI/AAAAAAAACZk/ZOdZGNkXCm4/s1600/16ce319a492811e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{I am the crazy cake maker in our fam. indubitably. &amp;amp; these are the contents in Kay's bday cake I am making for her arrival tonight. how many Zumba classes do you think it will take for me to work this off?}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love erry-one that is willing to send a silly text to a stranger for the sake of a funny joke. These days are full of too many serious things so I much appreciate peeps that take time out for hilarity's sake. it's important to our health. I'm talkin, o'course, about the BDay joke I played on Kailey. Hahaha. yesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this on my FB :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey  there friends…Can you do something for me? It’s my sister Kailey’s 18th  Birthday and I want to play a wee lil joke on her. Can everyone that  doesn’t know her or at least whose number she doesn’t have….send Kailey a  text {&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;her phone number was here&lt;/i&gt;}…and say one of these things. 1. Happy Bday..so glad  we’re friends 2. Well slap my knee and call me Gerty…it’s your BDay! Or  3. Hap-day Birth-y haughty hedgehog!   If she responds then just don’t  say anything back. Tell everyone to do it. Haha! {she can’t see this.  DON’T TELL HER. Please. } Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;Aaahahaha...isn't that wonderful?! I love a good ol' fash phone prank. It was hilar. Just imagine her at school and her phone just starts blowin up with vibrations indicating that there were multiple texts coming in from people with area codes from all over the country. And the little sauce-pot didn't even suspect me as the culprit!! She was so confused and didn't know what to do because anytime she texted back they wouldn't give her any info. Oh random candy-coated joy moments of life! I need to rememb to ask her how many she actually got...because they were coming in all day! Thanks to those who gave of their time, texts, and funny bones. You're swell:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boredom of the beginning of the year is getting to me and I find myself needing a dose of laughter...hence the birthday joke. It had me bustin a gut. I'm also currently in a prank war at work involving about 5 peoples. On Monday two of us are going to make someone think they were fired. Too mean? Nah...he'll only half believe it for a 2 seconds anyway.&amp;nbsp; Plus...he started it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four Weddings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on TLC is filming at my workplace today! Imma try to sneak in and try to pass for one of the girls who is supposed to be rating the wedding...all I have to do is be a rude snatch...because that's what they always seem to be. Done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-405129068202724392?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/405129068202724392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/jokes-what-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/405129068202724392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/405129068202724392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/jokes-what-not.html' title='Jokes &amp; what not'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90yubfKZ9ww/TyMWwyLg7VI/AAAAAAAACZk/ZOdZGNkXCm4/s72-c/16ce319a492811e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5222933607363798310</id><published>2012-01-25T07:35:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:44:04.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day to a 6 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am in denial. My yittle bitty favorite 'tie-dye wearing,&amp;nbsp;top ramen&amp;nbsp;loving, always fun having' younger sister is 18 today. &lt;b&gt;Eight-teen&lt;/b&gt;! I feel like she should be turning 6. SIX year old! Seems like just yesterday I was picking her up from elementary school with her funky teeth and pig tail braids...and walking around the grocery store making her call me mom as loud as she could so it would confuse people. Ahhh the good ol' days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kailey aka Kake &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{pronounced Cake. obvi} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is the coolest. Just rad. I can't beeee-lieve she's graduating from high school this year. And starting college. Then she is going places. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Big &lt;/span&gt;places. Whilst 17 she traveled to the sky in a hot air balloon, jumped off and bungee glided down the stratosphere and hopped on and rode an elephant...always keeping us entertained. I admire this spunky spunk-face. She is confident and hilar and caring and awesome. She is one of my best friends in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I LOVE you Kailey Shell. Happy Birthday! kkhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{when Kay was in town for Christmas...I got to take some 18 year old pics for her. Isn't she the most gorgeous girl?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6SoSKMiy0M/TyAjD2RdCUI/AAAAAAAACZc/ncivBp7fGRc/s1600/DSC_1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6SoSKMiy0M/TyAjD2RdCUI/AAAAAAAACZc/ncivBp7fGRc/s640/DSC_1390.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zv3RgN8B0MU/Tx-TrchXy_I/AAAAAAAACY0/bIEb4UDxU14/s1600/DSC_1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g32K4LOMZr8/Tx-WgcheEgI/AAAAAAAACZM/DadqD3yVRNs/s1600/DSC_1317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g32K4LOMZr8/Tx-WgcheEgI/AAAAAAAACZM/DadqD3yVRNs/s640/DSC_1317.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-avSLrKBeyEM/Tx-UFHkIUyI/AAAAAAAACY8/XSp3ssw7BWY/s1600/DSC_1316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-avSLrKBeyEM/Tx-UFHkIUyI/AAAAAAAACY8/XSp3ssw7BWY/s640/DSC_1316.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtta4iI_HJI/Tx-Tjvg-rWI/AAAAAAAACYk/xz4CPTeeWhM/s1600/DSC_1351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtta4iI_HJI/Tx-Tjvg-rWI/AAAAAAAACYk/xz4CPTeeWhM/s640/DSC_1351.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5222933607363798310?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5222933607363798310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-b-day-to-6-year-old.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5222933607363798310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5222933607363798310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-b-day-to-6-year-old.html' title='Happy B-day to a 6 year old'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6SoSKMiy0M/TyAjD2RdCUI/AAAAAAAACZc/ncivBp7fGRc/s72-c/DSC_1390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5319276220912115701</id><published>2012-01-23T10:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:22:07.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free February</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuyzWaJLfeo/Tx2dxYHXhjI/AAAAAAAACYU/GdQcI5WLW0A/s1600/1a48f58a45ea11e1a87612313804ec91_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuyzWaJLfeo/Tx2dxYHXhjI/AAAAAAAACYU/GdQcI5WLW0A/s1600/1a48f58a45ea11e1a87612313804ec91_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{That's my for real calendario right there}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I just finished a week long sugar fast. And then I come into work today and there are delicious caramel infused chocolate cupcakes. So I eat one for breakfast and now I want to die of gross and I am going straight back on the friendly fast. Ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...February is almost here. I think I love Feb. It is probably my least busy month in the whole calendar year. I'm definitely a huge plan-ahead-er with trips and events and other plans already penciled in on my calendar for every month of the year... but my Feb calendar page is pretty unpopular...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;blank&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with just a big fat heart on the 14th....and that's really just one night of 'lets-act-like-we're-going-to-do-something-extravagant-but-end-up-going-to-our-fave-restaurant-then-eat-chocolate-covered-strawbs-in-the-bubble-bathtub' plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take advantage of this upcoming {usually boring and quiet} month and do things I want to that I don't ever do when I'm super busy....like creative decorating for my house, all of my &lt;b&gt;Pinterest&lt;/b&gt; "to try" pins, and maybe even one of those photo challenges for this here blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a couple of challenges that have gone on out there that I have rather enjoyed following. I like the idea of the 30 for 30 challenge...where you choose 30 pieces of your clothing and remix them to make 30 outfits in 30 days. Then post up pics of your looks. I have also seen a 30 day picture/video project...where you take any random picture or video of your day every day for a month...then post it up with an interesting lil explanation. I haven't decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone reading has any opinions on which I should do...or any diff challenges that I don't know about...lemme know. Fun for me. Fun for my friends &amp;amp; fam &amp;amp; blog-world friends that read me. Thanks ya'll. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5319276220912115701?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5319276220912115701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/free-february.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5319276220912115701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5319276220912115701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/free-february.html' title='Free February'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuyzWaJLfeo/Tx2dxYHXhjI/AAAAAAAACYU/GdQcI5WLW0A/s72-c/1a48f58a45ea11e1a87612313804ec91_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-9161123785266405110</id><published>2012-01-20T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:43:25.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A video.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oop...there I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next talk show goal: be on &lt;b&gt;ELLEN&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; thank you please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SeRD6da2xVA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahahahha! The Michael Jackson guy is my fave. Long live MJ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-9161123785266405110?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/9161123785266405110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/video.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/9161123785266405110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/9161123785266405110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/video.html' title='A video.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SeRD6da2xVA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4383140401160647834</id><published>2012-01-18T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:36:54.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All of my HOPES and DREAMS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...have come true!! Meet the coolest appliance on the block...TABATHA...my brand spankin new Metallic Chrome Kitchenaid Mixer. A Christmas gift from my stellar moth-in-law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smui-3de4XA/TxePaAFoC-I/AAAAAAAACV8/k6n6qsqOnxY/s1600/DSC_1409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smui-3de4XA/TxePaAFoC-I/AAAAAAAACV8/k6n6qsqOnxY/s320/DSC_1409.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate&amp;nbsp;cooking but I LOVE love LOVE baking. Many a delicious treat will be made with this delightful new friend of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone give me some heavy whipping cream so I can sit back &amp;amp; watch it whip and peak without me killing my arm :) Sweet revenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4383140401160647834?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4383140401160647834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-of-my-hopes-and-dreams.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4383140401160647834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4383140401160647834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-of-my-hopes-and-dreams.html' title='All of my HOPES and DREAMS...'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smui-3de4XA/TxePaAFoC-I/AAAAAAAACV8/k6n6qsqOnxY/s72-c/DSC_1409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7155060751530824274</id><published>2012-01-17T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:43:14.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trip where we were spoiled and became famous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keeping our promise to ourselves...we went ahead and started our year of fuuu-hun. Don't matter we're only&amp;nbsp;two weeks into the year...we&amp;nbsp;went on a&amp;nbsp;friggin trip. To extend C's birthday celebration we took off for California &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{San Diego/Carlsbad/LA}.&lt;/span&gt; Chris' parents&amp;nbsp;recently moved down to SoCal so we thought it would be the perfect time to road trip on over and have a late Christmas celebration with them&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; check out our new "home away from home". And it was the&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; trip. Straight up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In order to make it to Jimmy Kimmel we had to wake up at the crack cocaine of dawn and drive straight to Carlsbad to pick up Michelle then keep right on goin to Hollywood. geezlongdrive. worth it. Had a delish meal at the Hard Rock...saw Navid from 90210 walking by Hollywood Blvd...made friends with all the Jimmy Kim staff...watched a man with no arms kick a broken tv down the sidewalk for fun...charmed our way into being the front of the audience line..charmed our way into getting selected to sit in the VERY best seats in the theatre &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{middle front row thanks to our "good energy"}&lt;/span&gt;...and had just SO much fun clapping on cue and faux-laughing as loud as poss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTWgyntZuFE/TxUGcg2DX0I/AAAAAAAACUk/Go4Ie8Zxmk4/s1600/photo5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTWgyntZuFE/TxUGcg2DX0I/AAAAAAAACUk/Go4Ie8Zxmk4/s640/photo5.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFJ-1-TyfPU/TxUGgqhWaXI/AAAAAAAACUs/PbDFM5OX5xw/s1600/photo4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFJ-1-TyfPU/TxUGgqhWaXI/AAAAAAAACUs/PbDFM5OX5xw/s640/photo4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show...while we were waiting outside and weird-people watching...the producer dudes came up to meet us...then said they were filming a bit for the show and wanted me to be a part of it. Eeeeee! I was so excite and nerve...but mostly worried I was gonna break the camera lens because we had left for the show so fast that I hadn't done my hair or makeup since 7 am...and now there was a possibility that I would be on national TV looking like a goonie. whaaaaaaa...worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jnRaZ2mu7Ak/TxUHP_YQTuI/AAAAAAAACU0/4uxYXZ9xJYo/s1600/photo3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jnRaZ2mu7Ak/TxUHP_YQTuI/AAAAAAAACU0/4uxYXZ9xJYo/s640/photo3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{me being famous. no I'm not a pregnant gremlin...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for wondering}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So they showed the bit during filming and I was the very first one that popped up for my 5 seconds of fame&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; {a bunch of others were cut out}&lt;/span&gt;. It was awfully awkward to see my face all&amp;nbsp;giant on the screen like that with everyone watching...but I also loved it.&amp;nbsp;When we watched it later that night we didn't see my part on the show but we saw the three of us sitting there in the front row clapping away like 4 whole times. Very exciting for us commoners.&amp;nbsp;THEN the next day the show called me to tell me that I would be on the show...in the monolog sometime next week &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{this week}!&lt;/span&gt; So....if anyone sees that show..toast to my 5 seconds of fame please. Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on. The next day we ventured out to Old Town San Diego. Visited the Mormon Battalion. Shopped the old town shops. And ate at Cafe Coyote where a young boy attempted to coerce Chris out of&amp;nbsp;finishing his cinnamon tortilla and a table of peeps thought Chris was a celeb. naturally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQjZQOLxUgg/TxUHUqh4bKI/AAAAAAAACU8/5Dvk7Pn_hcY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQjZQOLxUgg/TxUHUqh4bKI/AAAAAAAACU8/5Dvk7Pn_hcY/s640/photo.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Chris and his cute Mom panning for Gold nugs &lt;br /&gt;at the Battalion house. It got competitive}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday we treated our taste buds to the Broken Yolk for breakfast where the Man vs. Food guy did the 12 egg omelet challenge. And there happened to be a timid young gentle there who had just ordered the challenge! So we obvi had to approach him and asked if we could take a picture of his food and he told us that he wasn't even trying to complete it...he was "just hungry". Chyea right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ya6fOTw-G7g/TxUHfsQopfI/AAAAAAAACVE/Yo5owryZxTM/s1600/photo6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ya6fOTw-G7g/TxUHfsQopfI/AAAAAAAACVE/Yo5owryZxTM/s640/photo6.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle and I did some serious damage at the mall while the men got their workout on at the Camp Pendleton gym. And we spent our last evening at the beach during sunset...gorgeous...then dinner at the Corner Bakery Cafe. So idyllic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-epF0LHVCo/TxUHllQZouI/AAAAAAAACVM/EkHD8VvdCeE/s1600/photo9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-epF0LHVCo/TxUHllQZouI/AAAAAAAACVM/EkHD8VvdCeE/s640/photo9.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWpjLpdzvi4/TxUHpAqY5RI/AAAAAAAACVU/lQsMsOnMctE/s1600/photo7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWpjLpdzvi4/TxUHpAqY5RI/AAAAAAAACVU/lQsMsOnMctE/s640/photo7.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mVruVVgV5c/TxUHw_7v6DI/AAAAAAAACVk/8uD0KYK1XmE/s1600/photo12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mVruVVgV5c/TxUHw_7v6DI/AAAAAAAACVk/8uD0KYK1XmE/s640/photo12.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Michelle &amp;amp; Theo. My PIL}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjo9hugnDnM/TxUHt2ceSFI/AAAAAAAACVc/Gvo6niyS2vU/s1600/photo11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjo9hugnDnM/TxUHt2ceSFI/AAAAAAAACVc/Gvo6niyS2vU/s640/photo11.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;'Twas a pretty fantastic way to start our year...new experiences in a beautiful place with people we absolutely love and always have fun with &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{and showering us with gifts and things doesn't hurt either :)}&lt;/span&gt; 10 out of 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7155060751530824274?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7155060751530824274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/trip-where-we-were-spoiled-and-became.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7155060751530824274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7155060751530824274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/trip-where-we-were-spoiled-and-became.html' title='The trip where we were spoiled and became famous.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTWgyntZuFE/TxUGcg2DX0I/AAAAAAAACUk/Go4Ie8Zxmk4/s72-c/photo5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8329355230555631563</id><published>2012-01-11T09:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:23:26.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 + 7 = Chris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5vvB1JzZNY/Tw2rRPjMCxI/AAAAAAAACT8/hQl0UjDLLWs/s1600/8e5b38fc3c1c11e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5vvB1JzZNY/Tw2rRPjMCxI/AAAAAAAACT8/hQl0UjDLLWs/s400/8e5b38fc3c1c11e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ESdXdvAeM/Tw2rUOnVRDI/AAAAAAAACUE/oA-vYADu-J4/s1600/1a07c8c03c1d11e19896123138142014_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ESdXdvAeM/Tw2rUOnVRDI/AAAAAAAACUE/oA-vYADu-J4/s200/1a07c8c03c1d11e19896123138142014_6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLqlOLUSqww/Tw2rWIyTTTI/AAAAAAAACUM/w600NEGlXXk/s1600/617c1d743c1c11e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I LOVE birthdays. I really love birthdays. And I love surprises. And I really REALLY love my husb's birthday...because I get to spoil my boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO glad this guy was born 27 years ago. So glad that his parents brought him into this world when they did &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{even though they already had an 11 mo old when he was born. woweee!}&lt;/span&gt;. This guy is the best guy there ever was. The best. And the best person in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning&amp;nbsp; we carried on our birthday tradition of breakfast in bed for the birthday boy. And tonight we have big plans of dinner at a steakhouse, an actiony movie and some manly birthday cupcakes :) topped with presents of course. Then tomorrow we take off for San Diego to carry on the Birthday Week Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got C the most hilarious card...and filled it with the top 27 things I love about him. A few of my faves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nothing is more important than the people in your life. &lt;br /&gt;6. Your laugh is completely genuine, original and recognizable.&lt;br /&gt;7. You love to serve and help others...even strangers.&lt;br /&gt;17. Your dancing is the #1 absolute best &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{and most hilar}&lt;/span&gt; thing I have ever seen in my entire life!!&lt;br /&gt;20. You are quick to forgive. &lt;br /&gt;22. Your perfect night is my perfect night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday Christopher Michael Hayes. I ♥ you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8329355230555631563?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8329355230555631563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-7-chris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8329355230555631563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8329355230555631563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-7-chris.html' title='2 + 7 = Chris'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5vvB1JzZNY/Tw2rRPjMCxI/AAAAAAAACT8/hQl0UjDLLWs/s72-c/8e5b38fc3c1c11e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4986464642176026451</id><published>2012-01-09T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:48:27.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Run Champ</title><content type='html'>﻿&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JEi1UX2gVE/TwtbLPTsjgI/AAAAAAAACTo/kAi8nNPACpw/s1600/1f19b00c3b0611e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JEi1UX2gVE/TwtbLPTsjgI/AAAAAAAACTo/kAi8nNPACpw/s400/1f19b00c3b0611e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I find them sleeping most mornings. Melt. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's no secret that Chris is an avid sleep-talker/walker/fighter/eater..etcetc. I actually&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;love when there is an episode and&amp;nbsp;he makes enough of a commotion&amp;nbsp;to wake me up. Because it basically makes me bust a gut every time. very entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple nights ago...at 3 am to be exact...&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was suddenly awoken&amp;nbsp;from the sound of a sports fan cheer type voice. You know the kind. &amp;nbsp;Didn't know if the TV was on or if I was dreamin or wha.&amp;nbsp;So I look over and Chris suddenly pops up to sitting position and does his sort of "go team" punch...in the air... like he does when he's cheering on the Celtics....then yells &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{eyes closed mind you}&lt;/span&gt; "Home Run Champ baby!...Home Run Champ right here &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{and dramatically pounds his chest once for emphasis}!!".&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahaha! wt-heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happens I have learned to always try to egg him on a little to see if he has snapped out of it yet or if he will respond in the "between dream and reality" state &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{hoping for the latter}.&lt;/span&gt; So I say "who are you cheering for babe?" To which he&amp;nbsp;makes a sheepish confused face and&amp;nbsp;slowly starts making his way back down to his pillow and just when I think I've lost him... he smiles and quietly says "I'm the Home Run Champ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwww. Hahahaha. My cute husb has the same dreams from when he was a wee lil lad. I absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday we woke up to all 3 of our new silvery grey bathroom mats rolled up and sitting on the bathroom counter. As soon as I woke up I saw him laying them back out on the floor and I asked him what&amp;nbsp;was goin on. He&amp;nbsp;tells me "I'm not sure...all I know is that I had a dream last night that we got a new puppy and I&amp;nbsp;was really worried about him peeing&amp;nbsp;on the new rugs". HA! Glad you took care of that one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4986464642176026451?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4986464642176026451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-run-champ.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4986464642176026451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4986464642176026451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-run-champ.html' title='Home Run Champ'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JEi1UX2gVE/TwtbLPTsjgI/AAAAAAAACTo/kAi8nNPACpw/s72-c/1f19b00c3b0611e1abb01231381b65e3_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-6414438224436628321</id><published>2012-01-05T21:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:16:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym story time.</title><content type='html'>So here is the sitch-ee-ation. Two nights ago KizKat and I went to our LA Fit and preeeetty much almost died twice. And by died I mean that I was possibly within shooting distance of a rampant madman serial killer psycho. or maybe he was just a steroid dealer...I can't know for sure. No one can really. All I know is that we pulled up to the gym and the parking lot was packed full of cop cars and motos. When we entered...the place was swarming with...well, people getting their fitness on...but ALSO a bunch of troopers running a muck with their puffed up bullet proof chests...walking around intimidatingly and suspiciously&amp;nbsp;searching for a bonafied criminal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey policemen...could you be a lil more discreet...like go undercover in a pit-stained sweatsuit or somethin...so I don't know that there is a criminal that works out at my gym. Thank ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sloooowly&amp;nbsp;made our way&amp;nbsp;back to the kickboxing room and watched as they went from meathead to meathead...I meeeeean...person to person &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{haha. kidding. obvs.}&lt;/span&gt; flaunting a picture of the guy they were looking for. A printed out pic prob straight from the office computer in black and white with folds down&amp;nbsp;the culprit's&amp;nbsp;face.&amp;nbsp;And it was prob a pic from 5 years ago&amp;nbsp;and pixelized....just throwing that out there.&amp;nbsp;Good luck trying to find the guy with that puny lead. but seriously. So they were searching every square inch until two guys with bandanas 'round their heads as sweatbands &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{ew}&lt;/span&gt; walk up to two of the officers...tell them something that seemed to pique their interest {we're guessing something along the lines of, "we know where&amp;nbsp;the criminal&amp;nbsp;is"} and the officers follow them into the men's locker room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point our deathly Kickboxing Cardio class started...which is obvi the second way we almost died. That mug was ten times more intense than Zumba....ok maybe 3 times more....does it really matter? Point is... it was a near death experience. And better believe we were super sore the next day...but we still did Pilates last night...taught by a much much older gentleman who was 50 times more fit than anyone in that gym. swear.&amp;nbsp; It was very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never saw what happened with the runaway killer/dealer and the cops. We don't even know if the cops made it out of the locker room that day. Hopefully they didn't get injected with millions of bacne &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{back acne&lt;/span&gt;}-causing steroids and stuffed into locker room lockers and left to smell the stink of stale sweaty towels&amp;nbsp;until found. All we can hope for is that the next time we're on&amp;nbsp;those&amp;nbsp;machines sweatin to the beat...that psycho isn't next to us plotting his next attack. The mystery remains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-6414438224436628321?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/6414438224436628321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/gym-story-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6414438224436628321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6414438224436628321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/gym-story-time.html' title='Gym story time.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-842150398257782200</id><published>2012-01-03T19:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:55:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIEKaSRrs_I/TwPMQefXegI/AAAAAAAACTU/mYFfvmi8AH4/s1600/blog+picc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIEKaSRrs_I/TwPMQefXegI/AAAAAAAACTU/mYFfvmi8AH4/s1600/blog+picc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{How funky&amp;nbsp;is my facial expresh? The love of my dress and Chris' vest evens out the awk. }&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;first couple dias&amp;nbsp;of this new twelve months called 2012 have been egg-sellent! I had a very productive cleaning and organizing day {just call me Martha. please.}Although taking down all the Christmas decor made me die a teensy bit inside.&amp;nbsp;But I'm 70% sure that I've since recovered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe-bun-face and I just celebrated our THIRD wedding anniversary {on 12/27}. It was sweet soup...because we exchanged thoughtful&amp;nbsp;prezzies and spent lovely quality time togeth....husband and wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris makes my life. Our life....is like no one else's. I&amp;nbsp;quite dis-like&amp;nbsp;the times when I feel&amp;nbsp;that we are falling into the cookie cutter version of our "typical age/stage of life" us. I may&amp;nbsp;enjoy a hobby or two&amp;nbsp;that a lot of other people &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{women}&lt;/span&gt; like to do...i.e. shopping, decorating, taking pictures. And Chris also likes to do a lot of things that other people &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{men}&lt;/span&gt; like to do....play sports, fantasy sports, sports, sports...etc. Haha! But we are complete individuals. One-of-a-kinds. Even weirdies...if you will. And us together...our relationship is like no one else's. And we never want it to be like any other relationship there has ever been. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our years: Summarized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 &lt;/strong&gt;- Our Year of LOVE {Met, dated, engaged, married. All in ONE year}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt; - Our Year of Firsts {first &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;! first year of marriage, first apartment, first trip (Mexico), first move (to WA)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt; - Year of &lt;em&gt;Adventure&lt;/em&gt; {Moved to AZ, got our baby puppin, bought another car, tried out different jobs, traveled about}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2011&lt;/strong&gt; - Year of &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stability&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; {Moved into our house, working long-term real jobs, family all moved down to us}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2012&lt;/strong&gt; - Year of...Fuuu-huun!! Yes..I plan fun... and that is&amp;nbsp;the plan thus far. &amp;nbsp;You know...doin what we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-842150398257782200?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/842150398257782200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-years.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/842150398257782200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/842150398257782200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-years.html' title='Our Years'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIEKaSRrs_I/TwPMQefXegI/AAAAAAAACTU/mYFfvmi8AH4/s72-c/blog+picc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-374021643809454881</id><published>2012-01-02T01:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:00:10.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY TWELVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQpMLRH5KPI/TwEmXcNSJNI/AAAAAAAACSk/odbwZd0zmZs/s1600/NYE+pics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQpMLRH5KPI/TwEmXcNSJNI/AAAAAAAACSk/odbwZd0zmZs/s400/NYE+pics.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;HAP HAPPY NEW YEAR!! My&amp;nbsp;goal for this new year is to do what I enjoy doing...and be who&amp;nbsp;I want to be. Plain and simple. Enjoy...not endure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There are a lot of good things that I am&amp;nbsp;not.&amp;nbsp;But I am not going to try to be something I'm not. I'm going to be a better version of what I am...and if some of those things that I'm not start to develop in me...that's just a sweet lil&amp;nbsp;cherry on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want to have fun and keep things exciting. No falling into ruts. Keep things going. Don't groan when the alarm goes off in the morning. Think of what I will accomplish in a day. Maybe I'll have a really good conversation with a new friend. Maybe I'll have a great workout and eat really healthy. Maybe I'll get an answer to a prayer. Maybe I'll put together a really lovely outfit. Maybe Chris and I will make progress in some of our family goals. Who knows what each day holds. Maybe one of these things will happen...maybe all will happen...and maybe none will happen. But I will&amp;nbsp;try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm going to try to enjoy what I do, be friendly, develop specific talents, take trips and have new experiences with my love {bucket list!}, stay in contact with old friends and distant relatives, kick debt out of my life, plan &amp;amp; host parties, celebrate every holiday to the fullest, make others feel special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Right now I am a wife. A full time Merchandising Coordinator. An involved aunt, sister and daughter. Pretty reserved around strangers. Pretty&amp;nbsp;outgoing and crazy&amp;nbsp;around familiars. I obsess over my doggie. I work out sporadically. I spend money on house decorations &amp;amp; clothes. I feel good when I go to the temple. I love to bake and hate to cook.&amp;nbsp; I'm&amp;nbsp;a little creative. A lot impatient.&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; that's me going into twenty twelve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what I am next year. Happy new one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-374021643809454881?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/374021643809454881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-twelve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/374021643809454881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/374021643809454881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-twelve.html' title='TWENTY TWELVE'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQpMLRH5KPI/TwEmXcNSJNI/AAAAAAAACSk/odbwZd0zmZs/s72-c/NYE+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-444511294036686727</id><published>2012-01-01T15:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:37:03.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got in a fight.</title><content type='html'>My little sister Kailey and I. It was a big, huge, messy fight. The kind that just really gets you going and no one else wants to get involved. The kind that..after it starts...you both can't help but&amp;nbsp;run around the kitchen chasing each other... pulling hair &amp;amp; screaming at each other. Very unexpected...for us to fight on Christmas Eve like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the most delicious fight I've ever been a part of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_t7xY-r5_8/TwD5dtjx7UI/AAAAAAAACR4/idQm9ene9Ho/s1600/DSC_1082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_t7xY-r5_8/TwD5dtjx7UI/AAAAAAAACR4/idQm9ene9Ho/s400/DSC_1082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLjJcBsNvX8/TwD5hnQijwI/AAAAAAAACSA/f8bW7xqVcoY/s1600/DSC_1083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLjJcBsNvX8/TwD5hnQijwI/AAAAAAAACSA/f8bW7xqVcoY/s400/DSC_1083.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORYRDwPTu7I/TwD5k-LB56I/AAAAAAAACSI/VzN-mKG-CIc/s1600/DSC_1084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORYRDwPTu7I/TwD5k-LB56I/AAAAAAAACSI/VzN-mKG-CIc/s400/DSC_1084.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok4kaojIQdQ/TwD5l0K4QxI/AAAAAAAACSQ/cNTM6JVEYGE/s1600/gfights.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok4kaojIQdQ/TwD5l0K4QxI/AAAAAAAACSQ/cNTM6JVEYGE/s400/gfights.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u65IctauEAg/TwD5tHRaHbI/AAAAAAAACSY/wOnvT-ksNEs/s1600/DSC_1095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u65IctauEAg/TwD5tHRaHbI/AAAAAAAACSY/wOnvT-ksNEs/s400/DSC_1095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dogs didn't mind cleaning up after us. Happy helpers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-444511294036686727?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/444511294036686727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-got-in-fight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/444511294036686727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/444511294036686727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-got-in-fight.html' title='We got in a fight.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_t7xY-r5_8/TwD5dtjx7UI/AAAAAAAACR4/idQm9ene9Ho/s72-c/DSC_1082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7321246371648461604</id><published>2011-12-30T00:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:24:15.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Martha, Oh Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ym2qozg9HU/TwDmfnJ8A5I/AAAAAAAACRY/D3mDnbwHYQk/s1600/DSC_1154+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ym2qozg9HU/TwDmfnJ8A5I/AAAAAAAACRY/D3mDnbwHYQk/s400/DSC_1154+copy.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Day 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿We did everything we wanted to this Christmas season. And let me tell you...it was just full O' joy. ﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being the nomads we are...we always spend Christmas day somewhere different. This year we stayed at home, here in AZ. It was awesome. Every member of my side of our family came to town and we had the best time just enjoying each other's company. The perk of being adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nX5aOhAsik/TwDozPmb7mI/AAAAAAAACRs/VvRtSdHvxUY/s1600/DSC_1026+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nX5aOhAsik/TwDozPmb7mI/AAAAAAAACRs/VvRtSdHvxUY/s400/DSC_1026+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve dinner. My Mom is so good. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZcImuMrVg0/TwDmMqfQbpI/AAAAAAAACQ8/vvjzk8aOjNQ/s1600/DSC_1014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZcImuMrVg0/TwDmMqfQbpI/AAAAAAAACQ8/vvjzk8aOjNQ/s400/DSC_1014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a big Christmas Eve and a mellow Christmas day. That's how we do.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxQi8sePlMI/TwDotu4-0KI/AAAAAAAACRk/f3P_AGk-NMc/s1600/DSC_1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxQi8sePlMI/TwDotu4-0KI/AAAAAAAACRk/f3P_AGk-NMc/s400/DSC_1005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sibs. The Conner kids. All together...first time in a loooong time. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lFF71RpQVU0/TwDmOzLUCFI/AAAAAAAACRE/Rm2_YI4A5aU/s1600/DSC_1063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lFF71RpQVU0/TwDmOzLUCFI/AAAAAAAACRE/Rm2_YI4A5aU/s400/DSC_1063.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were on opposing teams for Christmas Eve "Minute to win it" games. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cetAqN1UJY/TwDmQztTgRI/AAAAAAAACRM/DKO9gfjr58Y/s1600/DSC_1075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cetAqN1UJY/TwDmQztTgRI/AAAAAAAACRM/DKO9gfjr58Y/s400/DSC_1075.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whipped Cream Christmas trees!!! Ahhhhh! hilar. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bless you Christmas. You're the most wonderful time of the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7321246371648461604?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7321246371648461604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-martha-oh-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7321246371648461604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7321246371648461604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-martha-oh-christmas.html' title='Oh Martha, Oh Christmas.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ym2qozg9HU/TwDmfnJ8A5I/AAAAAAAACRY/D3mDnbwHYQk/s72-c/DSC_1154+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3820281183730604971</id><published>2011-12-13T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:34:50.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Grinch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0juBCLXHwhk/TugtvcBCXPI/AAAAAAAACPk/R2CZsUnBvOE/s1600/Trim_Up_the_Tree-Grinch1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0juBCLXHwhk/TugtvcBCXPI/AAAAAAAACPk/R2CZsUnBvOE/s320/Trim_Up_the_Tree-Grinch1.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Since &lt;strong&gt;The Grinch&lt;/strong&gt; is the #1 best Christmas movie and maybe....let's say...#4 best overall movie of all time &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{according to my list}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;we decided to host&amp;nbsp;a Green Grinch night to kick off the Christmas season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;'Twas a jolly good time. A big green veggie tray. Lots of minty desserts. Some fleecey Grinch PJ pants. A biiiiig comfy living room floor bed. Our fave Grinch-lovin guests full of holiday spirit. And, of course, The Grinch...the movie...we watched it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fun for all. Merry Merry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4XfOgsQQAc/TugwTDIQHWI/AAAAAAAACPs/sVEA8SPCylY/s1600/cooks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4XfOgsQQAc/TugwTDIQHWI/AAAAAAAACPs/sVEA8SPCylY/s320/cooks.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the many green food attractions. Mint chocolate chip cooks. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uVgC9ksvek/Tugy8H_V8oI/AAAAAAAACP8/Vkm_Q1WNx6M/s1600/pants.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uVgC9ksvek/Tugy8H_V8oI/AAAAAAAACP8/Vkm_Q1WNx6M/s320/pants.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;KizKat and I got some Grinch face hosting pants :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3820281183730604971?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3820281183730604971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/be-grinch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3820281183730604971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3820281183730604971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/be-grinch.html' title='Be a Grinch.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0juBCLXHwhk/TugtvcBCXPI/AAAAAAAACPk/R2CZsUnBvOE/s72-c/Trim_Up_the_Tree-Grinch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-169471466594838223</id><published>2011-12-05T09:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:38:27.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's chilly.</title><content type='html'>It's 46 degrees here in Gilbert, AZ at this moment. The coldest I think I've ever been in this valley of the sun. But I have no problem with it because I got to turn this bad boy on today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLVGqmyZ-fA/Tt0B46LLeUI/AAAAAAAACPU/yTM3lrNK7WY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLVGqmyZ-fA/Tt0B46LLeUI/AAAAAAAACPU/yTM3lrNK7WY/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{I just snapped this pic with my phone 45 seconds ago... I can't believe the clarity.&amp;nbsp; well done iphone. i love you}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and it's literally 5 steps away from my desk. My toes can almost thaw from the flames. Almost. Plus I brilliantly brought my husb's super-soft oversized zip-up hoodie of magic to ruin my work outfit and cozy up in at my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical hoodie + Fireplace. And I'm expected to stay awake AND work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I don't have any access to hot apple cider right now...because the straining attempt I am making to stay awake and focus and keep my mind off of body pillows and snuggling and what I'm gonna buy Chris for our anniversary in a couple weeks...would be dunzo. Hello Monday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-169471466594838223?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/169471466594838223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-46-degrees-here-in-gilbert-az-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/169471466594838223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/169471466594838223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-46-degrees-here-in-gilbert-az-at.html' title='It&apos;s chilly.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLVGqmyZ-fA/Tt0B46LLeUI/AAAAAAAACPU/yTM3lrNK7WY/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1828679598233749525</id><published>2011-12-04T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T15:53:21.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks &amp; Giving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nYOyY1o5fA/TtvY8mMcLjI/AAAAAAAACPM/Lc4VhCoIvmM/s1600/DSC_0687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nYOyY1o5fA/TtvY8mMcLjI/AAAAAAAACPM/Lc4VhCoIvmM/s320/DSC_0687.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hayes family pic. St. George. November 2011. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We traveled up to the lovely red-rocky land of St. George Utah&amp;nbsp;for our Wed-thru-Sun Thanksgiving break this&amp;nbsp;2011. And what a turkish delight it was. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We squoze all these funs into our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweaty hat night&lt;/strong&gt;. A tradition my friends and I started back in college where everyone has to wear sweats and a hat and you all hit up Denny's for some greasy breakfast in the mid of the night. None of us had hats with us so Kailey made us all balloon hats to rock. They were sweet. Obvi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a fantastic and scrumptious &lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving feast&lt;/strong&gt; made by Lisa. And a sweet-as-sugar family thankful sesh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We just had to&amp;nbsp;partake in the crazy people madness of Pre &lt;strong&gt;Black Friday&lt;/strong&gt; waiting. Straight posted up outside of Target. It was a load of fun, freezy cold and wildly entertaining... to say the least. Scored some deals...and only had to throw a few elbows...that's right...don't think I wont bust a fake cap...cutters. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And after those spicy main events..we soaked up the good company shopping, getting pedicures, seeing &lt;strong&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/strong&gt; for the second time, had visits from old friends, a second Thanksgiving dinner with the Hayes fam &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{yum!},&lt;/span&gt; Christmas gift exchange, family pictures, game night...etcetc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and then a long trip home...Me, Chris, Kimmie, Kobe and Hooshie and the black friday TV...all in the MavMobile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always..I&amp;nbsp;am thankful for my&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;family... &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mmediate, step, in-laws, extended..and most importantly...my one and only forever. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1828679598233749525?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1828679598233749525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1828679598233749525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1828679598233749525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-giving.html' title='Thanks &amp; Giving.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nYOyY1o5fA/TtvY8mMcLjI/AAAAAAAACPM/Lc4VhCoIvmM/s72-c/DSC_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4514804994527452640</id><published>2011-12-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:57:11.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wanna wait.</title><content type='html'>Of course&amp;nbsp;I saw Breaking Dawn right when it came out on the big screen. And I loved it {the wedding scenes. the dress. holy love-plums.} BUT my fave part of the moviegoing experience was the preview section. Because of Channing and Rachel and their new movie. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Vow&lt;/span&gt;. The ultimate Chick Flick. &amp;nbsp;I already decided it's in my top 3 favorite movies of 2012. No matter what. Possibly ever. Chris thinks I am jumpin the gun on thata one. But I just know that on Valentine's day I am going to be watchin this romantic lovefest... that is based on true events that are sure to tug at my heart-strings...and planning my purchase of that mug the moment it hits the shelves of Target. I will die if I dont have it in my possession a.s.a.humanly.p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes...and your obsession... upon this "iwannalaughandcryandfallinloveallatthesametime" trailer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8swF2-R6X9A" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves. The other two best movies of 2012? Obvi one is Breaking Dawn part 2. And the other is... The first Hunger Games. Can't wait. Coming out my birth week. Happy Birthday to me. Mark my words. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4S9a5V9ODuY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4514804994527452640?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4514804994527452640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-wanna-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4514804994527452640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4514804994527452640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-wanna-wait.html' title='Don&apos;t wanna wait.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8swF2-R6X9A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-836939382566353542</id><published>2011-11-18T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:41:13.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White &amp; Rocky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wY09yN5TJ4E/TsXgq-q2f3I/AAAAAAAACO8/JPiUEL5DmF4/s1600/DSC_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wY09yN5TJ4E/TsXgq-q2f3I/AAAAAAAACO8/JPiUEL5DmF4/s320/DSC_0514.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsO0c1x-B2M/TsXgt5slYAI/AAAAAAAACPE/j7Jl57JQclE/s1600/DSC_0517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsO0c1x-B2M/TsXgt5slYAI/AAAAAAAACPE/j7Jl57JQclE/s320/DSC_0517.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Man's Best Friend}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I got a new phone a coup weeks ago. It's called an iPhone...have you ever heard of it? Prob not...its made by a lil teeny tiny company named after a crunchy fruit. Granny Smiths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Husb got the black one and I got the white beaut &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{4S'}.&lt;/span&gt; Aaaand we had to name them...since we name all of our possessions. So mine is appropriately named Snow White. My niece Luli is obsessed with that Princess lately so it only seems right..since its white and snowy and beautiful and all. And Chris named his Rocky. I suggested Black Beauty...but he obvs declined. When&amp;nbsp;I asked why Rocky he said {and I quote} from the Rock and Rocky...like Rocky Balboa. &amp;nbsp;So that explains that. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We love them. Best phones ever. Except when Siri gets an attitude with you when you're trying to make her do something. You work for me...gadget! dang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Throw ya app suggestions at me yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-836939382566353542?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/836939382566353542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow-white-rocky.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/836939382566353542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/836939382566353542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow-white-rocky.html' title='Snow White &amp; Rocky'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wY09yN5TJ4E/TsXgq-q2f3I/AAAAAAAACO8/JPiUEL5DmF4/s72-c/DSC_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5421215272133908473</id><published>2011-11-15T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:10:46.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilar-leg.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Erry-thing is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get a little delirious as a result of being overcome by the sheer joy that is laughtarity. I laugh at something simple and delicate. But it was so pleasant that I begin laughin unnecessarily after that. no one knows why. This happens to me often. An example of this insanity replays &lt;a href="http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-bananas.html" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. You know when your body seems to be yearning to..bust a gut...if you will. Welp...that's how I feel rye naw. Well actually right now I am just sittin in my comfs in silence just watching my sister Kiz sleeping on the couch with her face straight into a pillow and wondering how she's breathing...and if she's breathing...maybe I should check on that. Hahaha! seriously I'm worried at about a 4 on a 1-10 scale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway onto my story....so I took my pants off after work&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; {the completely normal way}&lt;/span&gt; to put on comfs and just left my pants on the floor&amp;nbsp;becaaaaause..umm...I have too many other ways to make my Mom proud. So I walked into the closet to put on my J. Timberlake fallopian tube sweats &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{of course}...&lt;/span&gt;couldn't find them...so&amp;nbsp;I pulled on my mavsgear pants...and walked casually back into the bedroom. And right there I was stopped&amp;nbsp;by a hilarious little student named Jean apparently raising her hand with a question...&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't wait for you to see it...omg I'm crackin...Jean the student...ok look.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQUmlQWyq60/TsM2yIn14yI/AAAAAAAACO0/5aNN9VXFLDI/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQUmlQWyq60/TsM2yIn14yI/AAAAAAAACO0/5aNN9VXFLDI/s320/securedownload.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bwaaahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaheep! crackle cackle ha! Just stickin it to the roof. What is going on here? I literally cannot think of anything else when I look at this except that my pants are raising their hand with a very pressing question. I want to frame this and laugh at it erry-day. It's the ordinary things that just really get my goat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5421215272133908473?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5421215272133908473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/hilar-leg.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5421215272133908473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5421215272133908473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/hilar-leg.html' title='Hilar-leg.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQUmlQWyq60/TsM2yIn14yI/AAAAAAAACO0/5aNN9VXFLDI/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8268432359596800832</id><published>2011-11-08T20:30:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:27:56.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell ya about my job</title><content type='html'>She works haaaard for the $money$! Why yes...yes&amp;nbsp;I do...thank ya.&amp;nbsp;This summa I started a new full time j.o.b. I am working for an Internet Retailer called Select Shops which sells blinds, rugs, bedding, fans and lighting. Home decor...if you will. Our company's claim to fame is that we supply all of the rugs and window coverings for the show &lt;b&gt;Extreme Makeover:Home Edition &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{i cry every time}&lt;/span&gt;. And we've just started working with some shows on the Oprah Winfrey Network! I am the Merchandising Coordinator for the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;rugs&lt;/span&gt; merchandise department. &amp;amp; I dig it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my office building which is basically a model trendhome in office building form. Gorgeous Italian style with a big fountain outside the giant front doors and incredible wooden floors and a rad lobby with table hockey and shelves of free snacks and drinks... and&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have a granite counter top desk&amp;nbsp;and we're always having contests&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{i never win}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and parties and...I could go on and on. It's actually in the same building as a wedding reception hall. And on Fridays we often see people in tuxes and gowns wander into our office and tell us they're here for the wedding. And we get to laugh and make them feel awkward...then direct them to right place o'course. It's just a great place to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me what I do and it's one of those things where I do a lotta&amp;nbsp;diff things&amp;nbsp;and some of it won't make sense to people so I say something like this: My day to day is pretty much organizing and managing all the rugs online which includes 60K+ of those guys. So that's fun. I am part of the merchandising team and&amp;nbsp;together we&amp;nbsp;make sure the products are online and look good so people want to buy them! I've made some good and interesting&amp;nbsp;friends &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{stories about them will come later ;) }&lt;/span&gt;and its a lovely atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pics I've snapped while at the work-kingdom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nq8Al1U4T7U/TrXc_8B2TuI/AAAAAAAACN8/8HPhUbcFz-g/s1600/Work+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nq8Al1U4T7U/TrXc_8B2TuI/AAAAAAAACN8/8HPhUbcFz-g/s320/Work+blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My work room. My desk is just to the right there. Balloons are for a white party we were having. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAVD_DIHSbU/TrXdB-yYxUI/AAAAAAAACOE/v7HiP4QnUig/s1600/work+blog+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAVD_DIHSbU/TrXdB-yYxUI/AAAAAAAACOE/v7HiP4QnUig/s320/work+blog+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the ceiling above my desk. It's magical and sometimes I get a neck cramp staring at it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8268432359596800832?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8268432359596800832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-me-tell-ya-about-my-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8268432359596800832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8268432359596800832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-me-tell-ya-about-my-job.html' title='Let me tell ya about my job'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nq8Al1U4T7U/TrXc_8B2TuI/AAAAAAAACN8/8HPhUbcFz-g/s72-c/Work+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-9138904123468225196</id><published>2011-11-06T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:51:58.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's because I kinda love him. a lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDfH2k3F-Xk/Trdd1fdGf0I/AAAAAAAACOU/wobZc2mCNg8/s1600/kwjewbnfkjsefn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDfH2k3F-Xk/Trdd1fdGf0I/AAAAAAAACOU/wobZc2mCNg8/s320/kwjewbnfkjsefn.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My plush pickled perfect pleasant&amp;nbsp;puddin puppin puppernickle is &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; today! Yep...the Hoosher celebrated his second birthday on this gorgeous Sabbath day. And since I love that little guy more than anything in life &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;{besides maaaaybe...like my husband or something}&lt;/span&gt; we super celebrated for him....puppy style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After our awe-inspiring church meetings C, KizKat and I took Hooshie and his best friend Kobe to the &lt;strong&gt;all time best doggie park&lt;/strong&gt; in the entire East Valley {or at least within 2 miles of my house :)} The baby boys had a&amp;nbsp;fantast time meeting, chasing, sniffing, and occassionally mounting all of the other dogs and we cracked-a-gut with the entertaining sight.&amp;nbsp; Later at our weekly fam din we had an Albertson's Cookie cake {the only thing better than plain Albie's cooks}&amp;nbsp;and Puppy Chow for us humans...and the dogs has sprinkled PB dog cookies and the wet dog food they usually never get. I know...I'm the nicest dog mom ever. We also got Hoo an adorb new argyle collar and bone-shaped name tag with our new phone numbers on it...and I may have almost cried just thinking about him getting lost and someone needing to use those numbs. I love my lil man and he has&amp;nbsp;been the best lil blessing to our mini fam the last two years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxaFjpoyQmY/Trdd6AdVL4I/AAAAAAAACOc/GbGelbhvHSE/s1600/ljbhugtvl.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxaFjpoyQmY/Trdd6AdVL4I/AAAAAAAACOc/GbGelbhvHSE/s320/ljbhugtvl.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bone and pawprints border...omg..obsess.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ip4Af26y8QI/Trdd72Y_93I/AAAAAAAACOk/iYscNmDFFmM/s1600/goujnn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ip4Af26y8QI/Trdd72Y_93I/AAAAAAAACOk/iYscNmDFFmM/s320/goujnn.JPG" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like father like son.&amp;nbsp;Wild and adorb :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-9138904123468225196?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/9138904123468225196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-because-i-kinda-love-him-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/9138904123468225196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/9138904123468225196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-because-i-kinda-love-him-lot.html' title='It&apos;s because I kinda love him. a lot.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDfH2k3F-Xk/Trdd1fdGf0I/AAAAAAAACOU/wobZc2mCNg8/s72-c/kwjewbnfkjsefn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7779269756112135965</id><published>2011-11-05T17:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:46:04.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a must!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SN9rTKrKP8Q/TrXiMwHo5yI/AAAAAAAACOM/WCekKalP8c0/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SN9rTKrKP8Q/TrXiMwHo5yI/AAAAAAAACOM/WCekKalP8c0/s640/DSC_0131.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have forgotten a wonderful tradish...like an id-jit &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{idiot..}!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The package post.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;In October&amp;nbsp;we got a special &lt;em&gt;HALLOWEEN PACKAGE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{yeeks!}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;from my Moth-In-Law. Let me just tell you that in&amp;nbsp;the month of October the woman was insanely busy...what with her&amp;nbsp;son getting married in which she had to get the whole family to Vegas, hosting an Open House for that wedding the weekend before she was moving, preparing to uproot and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt; the family from Wash to Cali, AND working full time &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{all on top of a million regular life things}....&lt;/span&gt;and she still managed to send us an outstanding Halloween Package to make us feel good and keep up with the tradish. What a great Mom. There's not much better than getting a big heavy package stuffed with delicious, spooky and adorab themed goods from all over the the great state...that was put together with love. "I have a delivery for the Lucky-tons...family of 3". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much appreciated. Love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7779269756112135965?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7779269756112135965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7779269756112135965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7779269756112135965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-must.html' title='It&apos;s a must!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SN9rTKrKP8Q/TrXiMwHo5yI/AAAAAAAACOM/WCekKalP8c0/s72-c/DSC_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-562087496698490617</id><published>2011-11-04T21:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:25:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penelope Pinkerton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYDVkj7fBRQ/TrTF3RYKJvI/AAAAAAAACNs/CuFFAVHt8Qg/s1600/DSC_0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYDVkj7fBRQ/TrTF3RYKJvI/AAAAAAAACNs/CuFFAVHt8Qg/s320/DSC_0479.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--shI59U-bsg/TrTF_b-BABI/AAAAAAAACN0/ffJBZfzu4fs/s1600/DSC_0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--shI59U-bsg/TrTF_b-BABI/AAAAAAAACN0/ffJBZfzu4fs/s320/DSC_0481.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's Mrs. Penelope and Ms. Pinkerton to all us humans. These&amp;nbsp;tennie loves are my&amp;nbsp;new workout shoes.&amp;nbsp;and they&amp;nbsp;are screamingly sick-stremely pink! And the way that they joined my feet family was just brilliant and&amp;nbsp;unuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{C and I}&lt;/span&gt; in the eye-popping shoe-lined wondrous aisles of DSW. I was happily sportin two different &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{but equally as sexy}&lt;/span&gt; black stilettos. I had one my legs propped up like a flaming flamingo so I could see how the other one looked standing on its own. and while I was checkin out my own left shoe feast I suddenly feel someone slip the sexy stilt right off of my raised foot and slip something much more clunky and comfy right on in its place. Chris seriously straight up snuck off while I was rambling and found some sneaks that he loved and just had to see me in them. Hahahaha! My first instinct was to tell him to wait one hot minute before he tries to remove a stilette from a heel loving dame...but it was just so cute how he was actually diggin the pink sneaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that HE loved them so much while I was all like "yeah&amp;nbsp;they're coo babe...hot...and super&amp;nbsp;pink". He insisted on buying them...marched them to the front... and got them into that brown and black bag. While I followed behind dreaming bout those black beauts. So I got some new workout shoes. And I like them. And my husband&amp;nbsp;loves them. And now maybe I will make it to the gym more often...you know...since I'll have Penelope Pinkerton with me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-562087496698490617?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/562087496698490617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/penelope-pinkerton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/562087496698490617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/562087496698490617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/penelope-pinkerton.html' title='Penelope Pinkerton'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYDVkj7fBRQ/TrTF3RYKJvI/AAAAAAAACNs/CuFFAVHt8Qg/s72-c/DSC_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-6032422730680560</id><published>2011-11-03T22:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:08:48.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Headboard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ever since moving into our house I have a serious case of the....how you say..."being obsessed with wanting to decorate&amp;nbsp;every square inch of the place but don't not having the time or resources to do it". That's a real thing. I have a very specific style when it comes to home decor. And pieces for that style are unfortunately a lil hard to come by. Plus I might be a little bit of a...how you say...stubborn perfectionist. That's what I hear&amp;nbsp;from the people that know me best&amp;nbsp;:) So I end up making a lot of things so I can have exactly what I want....instead of settling for something close that's just not gonna cut it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our master bedroom has been my latest project and most elements in the room have fallen victim of the DIY option. And it's been tote worth it. BUT there was one project that I was putting off because I knew it'd be a biggin. The &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{fitforaKing}&lt;/span&gt; Headboard. The focal point of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But I'm &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;, relieved and &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; to say that my crafty Queen Mom and I came together to design and create the most beautiful headboard known to.....us. It was def a process but it is just the best feeling to&amp;nbsp;turn something that was just a pencil sketch on a piece of raggedy paper turn into decor reality....from scratch.&amp;nbsp;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOxqU8o3U2Y/TrNrwD9SdaI/AAAAAAAACNU/_XsA4tla16U/s1600/DSC_0472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOxqU8o3U2Y/TrNrwD9SdaI/AAAAAAAACNU/_XsA4tla16U/s320/DSC_0472.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely hannah headboard. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-DWu5MB9U4/TrNrtyO7TMI/AAAAAAAACNM/HbsV7jF1mcQ/s1600/DSC_0467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-DWu5MB9U4/TrNrtyO7TMI/AAAAAAAACNM/HbsV7jF1mcQ/s320/DSC_0467.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amaze fabric. Soft, textured and luxurious. Ooh la la!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0GmmTfsbB6Y/TrNtM6V-vRI/AAAAAAAACNk/UpsdgyU4oxE/s1600/DSC_0464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0GmmTfsbB6Y/TrNtM6V-vRI/AAAAAAAACNk/UpsdgyU4oxE/s320/DSC_0464.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our room feels complete with the new piece. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-6032422730680560?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/6032422730680560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-headboard.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6032422730680560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6032422730680560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-headboard.html' title='Hello Headboard.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOxqU8o3U2Y/TrNrwD9SdaI/AAAAAAAACNU/_XsA4tla16U/s72-c/DSC_0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-6232819219816798908</id><published>2011-11-02T22:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:32:48.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past 5 weeks...</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in twelve and a half&amp;nbsp;years. And it feels really awkwardly weird. But I am so far behind that I feel like I can never ketchup &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{catch up..in the food form}.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have been waaaay...wu-hay busy in real life. The month of October was insane and deliciously entertaining. And our November plans look like our hectic schedules are gonna simmer down a bit. Which will be a nice lil takeabreath break right before the busy holiday season hits. Can I just say I really like my life as it stands? Because I do. I've got a good set-up goin and it feels good to just be currently content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketchup time! Or catsup...if you prefer the off-brand. Hahahaha! What we be doin: Lots of working. Lots of parties. Lots of traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BIL (bro-in-law) got married in Vegas! We drove up for the occasion and had so much fun with the whole Hayes clan. I mean...it was a seriously great and hilarious time. And we now have a new sister in law AND our first Nephew. Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYVSIjo-MIs/TrIfDXen-yI/AAAAAAAACMM/07KP3ALRwY0/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYVSIjo-MIs/TrIfDXen-yI/AAAAAAAACMM/07KP3ALRwY0/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hayes kids (minus Beb) and their loves at the Las Vegas temple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The&amp;nbsp;following weekend we flew up to Washington for&amp;nbsp;Dan&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Bri's&amp;nbsp;open house in Marysville. I got to help my MIL put the whole thing together and it was a full-blown blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hoghvqjsTTA/TrIhauuqAII/AAAAAAAACMU/aTzqkzZFQpY/s1600/DSC_0245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hoghvqjsTTA/TrIhauuqAII/AAAAAAAACMU/aTzqkzZFQpY/s320/DSC_0245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some of our adorable wedding decor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpNQ9wK10Bc/TrIh1nHymZI/AAAAAAAACMc/dPEDdz9h6Tw/s1600/DSC_0274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpNQ9wK10Bc/TrIh1nHymZI/AAAAAAAACMc/dPEDdz9h6Tw/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My WA girls at the open house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While we were in Washington my sis Kimmie moved from San Diego to Arizona!!!!!! Yee haw! That makes the 10th family member to move down here since we've been here. We're thrilled to have Kimmie and her doggie Kobe with us...and so is Hooshie...they're best buds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrljYDKAS-Q/TrIiP4dbBuI/AAAAAAAACMk/MSG_EjjLUfM/s1600/DSC_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrljYDKAS-Q/TrIiP4dbBuI/AAAAAAAACMk/MSG_EjjLUfM/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiz &amp;amp; Kobez on Halloween&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On Halloween we had a big party to celebrate the holiday(o'course) and Mombo's birthday! Costumegamesandallthemedfood = thebesttimeinlife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56A-zMKy7WI/TrIkk8B77pI/AAAAAAAACM0/Dn8IdybtStc/s1600/DSC_0357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56A-zMKy7WI/TrIkk8B77pI/AAAAAAAACM0/Dn8IdybtStc/s320/DSC_0357.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bat family! Hahahahaha Both of my boys are just hanging their arms and not tryin to take a pic. And Chris' undies hahahahahaha!!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And we are happy to report that the whole HAYES&amp;nbsp;home base&amp;nbsp;is currently leaving their Washington home and moving down to San Diego &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{or surrounding area}&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Every one of our family members is now within driving distance. Oh glorious day. Can't wait to visit ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And on to November!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-6232819219816798908?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/6232819219816798908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/past-5-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6232819219816798908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6232819219816798908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/11/past-5-weeks.html' title='The past 5 weeks...'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYVSIjo-MIs/TrIfDXen-yI/AAAAAAAACMM/07KP3ALRwY0/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3626150579782169501</id><published>2011-09-21T09:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:34:44.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on me phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So upon starting a blog post I realized that ALL of the pictures I have taken recently have been with my poopy Blackberry phone camera. My snazzy SLR camera just sitting on my dresser going to waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I got sup-ah excited because I realized I could steal an idea off of one of my fave blogs &lt;a href="http://leatherandlace-lg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leather and Lace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{that chick is hilari}&lt;/span&gt; and do a new lil installment called "What's on my phone?". Basically I put the pics I've taken on my phone on this bloggin mug and it shows a little of what I've been doin and seein lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howexcitingitsgoingtobesointerestingtoseewhatsonmyblackberry!!!! ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653381548594813890" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3on3KJVFElU/TnTYkMe928I/AAAAAAAACLw/WpYZZnRjVI8/s400/blllll9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;H got his tail stuck in some weeds in our jungle of a backyard. Hahahahahaha! He had no idea what to do...just stared at me in terror. I had to crack up then take a couple pics before I unhooked it. Bad dogmom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653383273161650098" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gL0Q4x3Jfok/TnTaIk_vb7I/AAAAAAAACMI/-QtSoB3nKLw/s400/Blllll33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been redoing our bedroom and one crafty I did was this jewelry holder. Paint and new knobs does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653382025949303730" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9VfXGpgwI8/TnTY_-xJU7I/AAAAAAAACL4/PUnQiii4hgY/s400/bllll7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Est turned 16 last week and I made her cake. She wanted an ultimate  Reese's cake. So It's yellow cake with Reeses PB chunks inside, middle  layer of Peanut Butter frosting, with Reeses Pieces and Reeses PB cups  on Top. yum. gimme dat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653381002094937330" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roypD4147IU/TnTYEYnPhPI/AAAAAAAACK4/MCDbSrrz9NA/s400/blll10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is inside the ladies room at the comedy club in Mesa. What the red and blue?! Crazycool &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{90's}&lt;/span&gt;. Is it awkward to be snapping pics while people are in stalls going potty? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653382569895280418" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt_jaqkyLxk/TnTZfpH-PyI/AAAAAAAACMA/Y4H14lUeq7Y/s400/BLLL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chris is officially an ASU student a.k.a a SunDevil. And is now obsessed with Sundevil attire. And everytime I'm at a store and see said attire....I pic message him...and ask yay or nay. It's fun. This shirt is his fave so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653381373859386130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtuYFzdchV8/TnTYaBiy0xI/AAAAAAAACLg/v5jkATEQrIU/s400/blll5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoo is now the son of a Sundevil. How adorb is this Handsome "sun"devil outfit?!?! LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNbmIsOasoI/TnTYjqEW9RI/AAAAAAAACLo/VNaSxXkuR4Q/s1600/blll6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653381539356407058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNbmIsOasoI/TnTYjqEW9RI/AAAAAAAACLo/VNaSxXkuR4Q/s400/blll6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Boss's car. He often walks by the front door of the office just to make sure it's still there and looking pretty. Rich mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653381181617521346" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hlbjdw5LJ7I/TnTYO1YwwsI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ai2v9NCIcCs/s400/blll3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We have been having GORGEOUS summer Arizona sunsets. I dig 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6TVdhL5MjI/TnTYZ86rICI/AAAAAAAACLY/Me3nMaPlh5w/s1600/blll4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653380806353081234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSSuZezhO-E/TnTX4_av05I/AAAAAAAACKw/cQK0Arkwdvg/s400/bllll8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;H feels really cool going on car rides with his parents. So cool that he feels the need to have one arm up on the 'sill. Now he just needs some mini sun-G's. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my phone is full of Hooshie moments. At least recent ones. We'll see what next week brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3626150579782169501?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3626150579782169501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-on-me-phone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3626150579782169501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3626150579782169501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-on-me-phone.html' title='What&apos;s on me phone'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3on3KJVFElU/TnTYkMe928I/AAAAAAAACLw/WpYZZnRjVI8/s72-c/blllll9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1988753809962182582</id><published>2011-09-13T15:32:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:28:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend Vid</title><content type='html'>The third and FINAL episode. This vid includes glorious events from a couple different days...the weekend... if you will. Dad, Lisa and Kailey drove down from Utah for Labor Day weekend so we wrapped up our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;week of fun&lt;/span&gt; with more fun peeps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Kailey and Chris joined. And all day and night Saturday we had Christie's family... Dad, Lisa and Kake....Me, Chris and Amber...AND Kailey's Homecoming date and his twin bro. Let me tell ya...It was a blast and a half! Take a look-see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CZzz9W-EDo4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww. I loved having Amber here. Now I've 3/4's convinced her to move down here when she graduates college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO THOUGHTS? Of course I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those laughs...we were "real laughing" too hard to get any fake realistic laughs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comedy shows HATE us. We drove to Scottsdale to attend a show..and I didn't have my ID to get into the club. THEN we changed plans and were gonna go to an improv comedy show in Mesa and we seriously bought tickets and sat down for the show and they came onto the stage and said it was CANCELLED! wtf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's why we went bowling....SKITTLES bowling. The only way to bowl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why am I always doing the robot? I was also line dancing in the alley..but we didn't catch that lil specialty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That dark part at the end there where you basically just see moving lights...that was Lazer tag. The guys loved it. And the girls all just screamed and ran around. Hahaha. Cracked me up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SO. MUCH. FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1988753809962182582?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1988753809962182582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-weekend-vid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1988753809962182582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1988753809962182582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-weekend-vid.html' title='Labor Day Weekend Vid'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CZzz9W-EDo4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8891698992584590910</id><published>2011-09-13T14:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:28:27.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DBacks and Big Bang!</title><content type='html'>The next night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d5z11Uydn3M" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is Amber singing with that guy playing guitar on the street in Phoenix? And how cute am I looking like a cracked out white trash alchie?! Adorable..i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest pic of the whole week?! Well I'll tell you....that pic of the random hat guy in the piano bar holding the "WHORE" sign on his head. Bahahahahhahahaha. We had no idea why. He would randomly set it atop his noggin every once and again. Hilar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other thoughts:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I almost hit that older gentlehuman in the face when I was acting out the words to "Take me out to the ballgame". And I loved it because I knew we got it on record. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...Those of you who know Amber know she LOVES herself some John Mayer. Obsessed. So you saw Amb walk on stage to give the pianomen a request so nicely written on a napkin and accompanied by a dollar bill or two? Yeah...they never played it. Rude. She requested "anything by John Mayer". Can I get a lil "Gravity" up in this place?! Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final epi coming up....yeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8891698992584590910?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8891698992584590910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/09/dbacks-and-big-bang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8891698992584590910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8891698992584590910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/09/dbacks-and-big-bang.html' title='DBacks and Big Bang!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d5z11Uydn3M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1425128324904405758</id><published>2011-09-13T09:04:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:21:04.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AL &amp; MM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just as I promised the world...Amber and I had a fab time whilst she was in my town. I mean seriously one of the tip top on the list of eventful and fun filled weeks. Our goal was to not give into the easy way out and do the same ol' same ol' of going to the chain restaurant and a movie every night. And we didn't. We successfully packed every day with enjoyable, interesting and entertaining items. Plus we always have a hilari time together...so we had that to fall back on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just pictures I have an AmberLynn creation to share. A.K.A videos of our adventures that she made while I was at work everyday. They're really pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to defend my outerbody for a sec and say that yes I looked disgust and not "put together" most of the time because everyday I literally bum rushed home from work...changed into whatever was clean and headed out with Amb &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{lookin all cute and what not}&lt;/span&gt; so we had plenty of time to play. Stupid full time job. worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anywho...here is the first vid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w2_nuKUSLuA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...Yee haw!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;/span&gt; I am terrified to my deepest deep core of Alligators/Crocidillies...so when we turned the corner and saw that jumbo, hot air filled, creepily positioned Alligator of death...we both gasped and freaked. Then it was funny on a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Explanation:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, that hooliganic adolescent in the blue shirt was making fun of the way I was jumping from tramp to tramp. But it's cool...we made friends with the lil dude and all his "much sweeter than our moves" moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 2 will be on the next post-it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1425128324904405758?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1425128324904405758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/09/al-mm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1425128324904405758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1425128324904405758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/09/al-mm.html' title='AL &amp; MM'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w2_nuKUSLuA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-802243268253460584</id><published>2011-08-30T11:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:49:02.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambie Bambi</title><content type='html'>My best Amber is here visiting ME for a week. And I am just thrilled to the brim. We gonna have the best of times...we have the whole week planned with entertaining items....'cept right now she's back at my house watching every single episode of HIMYM ever made while I work like a sucker. But AFTER we're gonna play and eat and gab and flip and take pictures. Because that's what we do. Wish us fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPKFKzlk0yU/Tl0uF7V-b7I/AAAAAAAACKI/YIgLIFRFgE8/s1600/IMG02259-20110828-1951.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/-uPKFKzlk0yU/Tl0uF7V-b7I/AAAAAAAACKI/YIgLIFRFgE8/s400/IMG02259-20110828-1951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646720187156557746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80q_QPODWKI/Tl0uFzgOavI/AAAAAAAACKQ/NRIxA3HVTRA/s1600/IMG02262-20110828-2052.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/-80q_QPODWKI/Tl0uFzgOavI/AAAAAAAACKQ/NRIxA3HVTRA/s400/IMG02262-20110828-2052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646720185052064498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was determinded to get Hoo to warm up to her...and she succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IE-j7L5_Rtg/Tl0uGH5uc0I/AAAAAAAACKY/yXIGP6xQp8o/s1600/IMG02263-20110829-1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IE-j7L5_Rtg/Tl0uGH5uc0I/AAAAAAAACKY/yXIGP6xQp8o/s400/IMG02263-20110829-1855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646720190527730498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute hair alert! And her face in the other mirror. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-802243268253460584?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/802243268253460584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/08/ambie-bambi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/802243268253460584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/802243268253460584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/08/ambie-bambi.html' title='Ambie Bambi'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPKFKzlk0yU/Tl0uF7V-b7I/AAAAAAAACKI/YIgLIFRFgE8/s72-c/IMG02259-20110828-1951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8551880161763901347</id><published>2011-08-27T18:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:59:01.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet and terribly terrible</title><content type='html'>This made me cry. At the workplace. But I planned to tell anyone that asked that I had just yawned and it made my eyes water. Brilliant liar...I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes as follows....A Navy Seal was tragically killed from a grenade in Afghanistan. This Navy seal was extremely close with his dog (he called his dog "son". sob) and his dog was in attendance at his funeral. In the middle of the service the dog walks up to the front and laid down right in front of the casket and let out a huge sigh. He lay at the foot of the casket the rest of the funeral. Loyal until the end. Heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture is what seals the deal. The picture on the casket was even a pic of him with his pup. I love them both. So heart breaking. It's awful. How did he know it was him in the casket? Had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645780347837772946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQivr0NfdpQ/TlnXUFDAdJI/AAAAAAAACKA/8WGe7p3W4OM/s400/110825-seal-vmed-5a_grid-5x2.jpg" /&gt;Made me think of how Hooshie follows me everywhere I go...even when I'm in the bathroom he lays at the door and sticks his paws under trying to scratch to get in. I love my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8551880161763901347?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8551880161763901347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweet-and-terribly-terrible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8551880161763901347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8551880161763901347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweet-and-terribly-terrible.html' title='Sweet and terribly terrible'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQivr0NfdpQ/TlnXUFDAdJI/AAAAAAAACKA/8WGe7p3W4OM/s72-c/110825-seal-vmed-5a_grid-5x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-693727119938920694</id><published>2011-08-26T22:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:28:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks ago</title><content type='html'>Continuing the updates....three weeks ago we had Kake and Brecks and KizKat and Dad-Bo's visit for Lyddie's baby blessing. We hosted a family game night and then had a luncheon at Jaspa after the babe blessing. I am obsessed with my family. Good and plenty times. Pictures please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645769030692515522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rjvS61Z9Sqg/TlnNBVZULsI/AAAAAAAACJw/vpWE5kPx904/s400/DSC_3037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Easter, KizKat(&amp;amp; Lyddie), Mombo, KikiFrog (&amp;amp;Luli), Kake, and Moi}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645769023487011234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-gvSihrw_0/TlnNA6jY6aI/AAAAAAAACJg/nX7r8ZZ9Fmc/s400/DSC_2987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nuh-huuuthing better than seeing this sexy man carrying a baby-filled car seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645769031087408706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fa8ZOdCZ3Ek/TlnNBW3dxkI/AAAAAAAACJ4/UUDnFowkAgw/s400/DSC_3029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obvi perfectly pleased my FAVORITE sister {that has black hair} came to AZ for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645769025577512114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sc2JCkOmJCg/TlnNBCVzbLI/AAAAAAAACJo/kasM4sywCOw/s400/DSC_3017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We live for these little buttons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-693727119938920694?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/693727119938920694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/08/3-weeks-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/693727119938920694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/693727119938920694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/08/3-weeks-ago.html' title='3 weeks ago'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rjvS61Z9Sqg/TlnNBVZULsI/AAAAAAAACJw/vpWE5kPx904/s72-c/DSC_3037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1399989530089803185</id><published>2011-08-05T15:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:50:07.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>move &amp; groove</title><content type='html'>Lots and lots of updates to be done from the past 2 weeks. First and foremost....by the sublime power of wishful thinking and shameless plugging of the perks of the state of Arizona I, Melissa Hayes, singlehandedly convinced the mothership to move to AZ. YES single-handedly. It definitely did not have anything to do with two grandkids or my sister living here or Scott's new job in the southwest region or getting out of the washington rain or great consideration and thought and prayer of what's best for the family. It was all my power of persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis true. Chris, Hooshie and I moved down here last year on a whim with no immediate family nearby. Prepared the land for all the family to follow. Now... my sister's family of 4 is 12 minutes away. And LAST WEEK my Mom, Scott {her husband}, and Easter and Nepper {step-sibs} have moved to the great ol' state of Arizona. And not only that but the mothership has landed just 2 miles away from our lovely lil house Jaspa. Just a hop skip and a jump away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year I was all alone in a new land while my husb worked late. Now I have a mother a sister and nieces all within my reach. And the plans are already in motion for the next victims of my persuasion. Kimmie........Mom and Dad Hayes....we're comin for you. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1399989530089803185?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1399989530089803185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/08/move-groove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1399989530089803185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1399989530089803185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/08/move-groove.html' title='move &amp; groove'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1531195296574995892</id><published>2011-07-26T22:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:53:13.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN-WIRED</title><content type='html'>Snappin my fingers cause I feel so FREEE! I can blog freely again because I thankfully have wireless set-up. The husb and I had quite a quaint lil evening of Pand Ex for dinner, stop in at Costco for some stinky protein mix stuff and a stop at Best Buy for a new wireless router and home to watch Teen Mom &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{well I watched TM and he played on his IPAD}&lt;/span&gt; ! I didn't realize not having wireless would be so annoy. But it really truly is unbearable...for us at least. I can't spend too much time at the computer when it's plugged into the wall and I'm forced to be sitting at a chair. I'm not a chair sitter. I'm a comfort addict. I like to snuggle and slouch. For examp..my situation right this second... tucked in me bed, with me computer propped on a pillow, and a DDP on me nightstand, and me Hoosher cuddled up next to me. Heavenly haven. Christofferson will walk in the door from the gym any second and I will make him get the clothes out of the dryer so I don't even have to get up ever again and I will feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Netgear...you've made my bubble a happy place to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1531195296574995892?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1531195296574995892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-wired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1531195296574995892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1531195296574995892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-wired.html' title='UN-WIRED'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-540659469366824161</id><published>2011-07-19T16:09:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:22:22.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Happy Baby</title><content type='html'>Kimmie and I have been planning a baby shower for Christie for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt;. We LOVE our oldest sister so so much and are so so happy she gave us another niece to obsess over. That sis KizKat and I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to plan a good party. BUT we couldn't have the celebration until Kimmie AND Mombo were in town. Bad plan peeps. This ordeal is why people have baby showers months in advance. You can't makes plans around when a baby decides it wants to come outta there. ya just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we scheduled the shower for Christie's Birthday so we could have a shower AND birthday party in one. Baby was originally due dated July 19th. And the party was planned for the 16th. Then the due date was CHANGED to the 9th but baby didn't come on the due date. So an induction was planned for the 13th. But had to be pushed to the 14th. Then the induction got pushed back another day due to an overloaded hospital. So she didn't even get to go in until the 15th and baby didn't want to arrive until the 16th. This made for a very uncomft mommy and a very "unable-to-happen" party. We just wanted that baby to love on. And Christie just wanted to not be in the hospital for her birthday. But she was outta the hospital the next morning and was determined to have the party before everyone left town. So just over a day after delivering the lil cupcake we decided to make the party happen. whew doggies! Mommy gets what mommy wants. and mommy wanted a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got to have the Baby'Cakes' themed party!!!! Weeee! It was so much fun putting all of our ideas together with Kimmie. And o'course mom worked out everything we couldn't. It was perfect and the Lotts all loved it. Lots of cakes themed things. Presents. photo booth. lovie loving guests. Milk and cookies station {my fave}. wish tree. Games. And just the best way to celebrate 2 birthdays and a baby. It turned out just the way we wanted. The best first party ever for Baby Lydia...if i do say so myself ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feast your eyes on the cake-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218893639893458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYTI2IU60VM/TiYbv4_fwdI/AAAAAAAACH4/SHJdy6aWixc/s400/DSC_2339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome the new little BabyCake to the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631223305571763522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d72zJ-xtKd4/TiYfwsuBhUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/ikWhhVTL8t4/s400/DSC_2416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My living room all ready to roll. oh hello eggplant walls..nice to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631220444695634658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AB1RHl1vyJo/TiYdKLIAIuI/AAAAAAAACIg/9E6xpGKerCk/s400/DSC_2429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;creative foods taste better for some reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631220447213122194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko-4m_duYcQ/TiYdKUgN8pI/AAAAAAAACIo/eMLdOk_tWAY/s400/DSC_2430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pan'cakes' and syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218908492086146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKoT0XoWW-k/TiYbwwUiO4I/AAAAAAAACIY/Mam0blPh_oI/s400/DSC_2414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babies 'n blankets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218900496642434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VsSqbmWTmAA/TiYbwSiRcYI/AAAAAAAACII/uScFCl-VhvM/s400/DSC_2373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How adorb is the baby carriage made of fruits?! My moms talent on display. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631223306115242194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyYS_4w4n4U/TiYfwuvmWNI/AAAAAAAACJI/NXPXQnQyE9c/s400/DSC_2363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guessing game. i didn't even know crybabies were still around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218898535109634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBRBDR4sXys/TiYbwLOm1AI/AAAAAAAACIA/WGXACw57dOc/s400/DSC_2344.JPG" /&gt; Cupcakes, rice cakes, cheesecakes, cake pops and birthday cake. Sense the theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631220457972861298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qH8CMwejAfw/TiYdK8liiXI/AAAAAAAACI4/pmgc0bmevss/s400/DSC_2476.JPG" /&gt;Milk and Cookies station {with Albie's cookies obvi}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218906776146754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWm_nn5w42E/TiYbwp7bE0I/AAAAAAAACIQ/umVaByqWVMs/s400/DSC_2393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baby cake pops were the favors. Hahaha. Mom said they look like alien pigs. THEY'RE BABIES OK?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631220459461289426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VP9Qig6ZcKY/TiYdLCIaJdI/AAAAAAAACJA/9IBy--cE9Js/s400/DSC_2499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The proud aunties and the baby bops Liddy and Luli!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To see ALL of the pictures from the shower in excruciating detail you can view my facebook album riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.635117120064.2116538.202300836&amp;amp;l=4d4643f558&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Just click there or &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.635117120064.2116538.202300836&amp;amp;l=4d4643f558&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-540659469366824161?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/540659469366824161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-happy-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/540659469366824161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/540659469366824161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-happy-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Happy Baby'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYTI2IU60VM/TiYbv4_fwdI/AAAAAAAACH4/SHJdy6aWixc/s72-c/DSC_2339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8352177495937984352</id><published>2011-07-19T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:07:29.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lydia Jane</title><content type='html'>She arrived! My sweet adorable precious pleasantly pink niece joined us this past Saturday. And she is perfect. What a beautiful day in Mesa, AZ. The day Lydia Jane Lott came into the world and wrapped us all around her lil 1 inch long fing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631201706873139842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y71u8WT1gH8/TiYMHfS_MoI/AAAAAAAACHg/Uam7Bof7JGo/s400/DSC_2322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first time holding Liddy. She looks so peaceful and fresh from heaven. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's only 2 or 3 hours old here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631201714906411314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrMTojacfyc/TiYMH9ORMTI/AAAAAAAACHo/DKIevsFp8hk/s400/DSC_2311.JPG" /&gt;Lucy and Lydia looking at each other for the first time. I refuse to believe that there's anything sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was born on her mother/my sister's 30th birthday. What are the odds really? Their first daughter was born on Kimmie's birthday and their second was born on Christie's birthday. That means their next child will be a girl and will be born on &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. Or I will be skipped and it will be a boy born on Scottee's birthday. I am the middle of 5...I tend to get looked over... Either way I am in love with these bubbins. This little Lott family lights up my life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8352177495937984352?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8352177495937984352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/lydia-jane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8352177495937984352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8352177495937984352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/lydia-jane.html' title='Lydia Jane'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y71u8WT1gH8/TiYMHfS_MoI/AAAAAAAACHg/Uam7Bof7JGo/s72-c/DSC_2322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8877392864411786441</id><published>2011-07-13T22:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:34:47.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes, dogs and babies please.</title><content type='html'>Sister KizKat came on over from San Di-AGO to hang out with pregnant sister Christie a.k.a Kiki Frog a.k.a keeks and to house and Hooshie sit for us while we were in Wash. And when we came home she just couldn't bring herself to part with us so she went ahead and stayed for 4 more days then had to leave for stinky ol' overrated work. But it was a great time. ANNND she is coming back tomorrow because Keeks is getting induced and gonna have her baby TOMORROW!!!!! So Mombo is in town and Kizkat is coming tomorrow and baby button is coming to the world tomorrow and we are having Christie's baby shower/birthday party on Saturday and it's gonna be so much fun and all is well in the land of OZ. I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we haven't bought a lawn mower yet so the grass in the backyard is prob gonna be nast and overgrown and ghetto whitetrash when peeps come over on Sat. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629086004534028898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E42N9exS5Nk/Th6H5Z5fqmI/AAAAAAAACHI/S6fuhApw0Lg/s400/KOBE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How cute is my neph-dog Kobe? He is Hooshie's absolute BFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629086008965633522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbnQ-hi0fag/Th6H5qaElfI/AAAAAAAACHQ/qROdfnjYchU/s400/nast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been meaning to find this place since May. It won Cupcake wars...and its like 4 mins from my house so we obvi went and tried the cuppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629086017239183554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CT3BhcRRtc/Th6H6JOo8MI/AAAAAAAACHY/p1S4XfUwzRo/s400/cof.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scrumptious. But my fave part was the glitter in the frosting. Glitter always wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629086001932649442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVNeRi-jCA0/Th6H5QNRw-I/AAAAAAAACHA/Px6lqeuqTiM/s400/luuuu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm feeding Pop Rocks to the dogs and Luli. They all loved them o'course. And I'm the fave. I love life with dogs and babies ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8877392864411786441?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8877392864411786441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/cupcakes-dogs-and-babies-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8877392864411786441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8877392864411786441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/cupcakes-dogs-and-babies-please.html' title='Cupcakes, dogs and babies please.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E42N9exS5Nk/Th6H5Z5fqmI/AAAAAAAACHI/S6fuhApw0Lg/s72-c/KOBE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1593595171255596422</id><published>2011-07-12T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:55:11.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marysville is fantastic. It's the city that my in-laws live in in Washington. We flew on up there for fourth of July weekend to go through the temple with our sister Bethany {she's going on a Mish to Brazil!} and also got to celebrate Independence day with the Hayes family and other family friends. And the whole thing was just a big ol' blast. literally. get it?.....blast...like because of the fireworks. Hilar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual we ate so well. something we look forward to every time. Those Hayes peeps...they know how to do it. Bahama Breeze in SeaTac right when we get there every time. Port of Subs. Maggianos in Bellevue after the temple {amaze italian. and best cheesecake ever in life.} Home cooked BBQ. Ribs and Steak for fourth of July. Muah..muah muah muah. We love to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had the BEST time. Absolutely. LAUGHED til my cheeks hurt {which was like the first 5 mins. because they are all just the funniest}. went through a beautiful session at the Seattle temple. visited the very interesting Boom city for fireworks. went to a perfect 4th of July party with gorgeous WA weather, cute kids, die-worthy food and profesh level fireworks. ahhh makin memories. We won't see Bethany for a year and a half so it was essential that we had this bonding time. And it was beautiful. And she is beautiful. Makin changes in the world. So proud and happy she is my/our sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628647462813683426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_MoUcS7cnY/Thz5C6rpzuI/AAAAAAAACG4/oW_Q1UzlrO4/s400/264386_224616360905189_100000704807186_753130_2431637_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{The whole family at the temple. how tender}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628642228940226258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2In4EU789UU/Thz0SQ--vtI/AAAAAAAACGg/0QMgh4d3CWA/s400/270111_224613080905517_100000704807186_753068_4872530_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{That's my tough look. Pathetic i know. Shoulda just looked cute like Listy and Bethany.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628642234762833634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzdq9q0vySw/Thz0SmrMruI/AAAAAAAACGo/xPrrR6G9-8c/s400/DSC_2249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{love this. This is after we got home from the fourth party...it's sometime after midnight...shootin even more fireworks in the cel-de-sac..lightin up the whole neighborhood. and running away terrified. haha}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628642253250293698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YowbgMk4hi8/Thz0Tri878I/AAAAAAAACGw/Xux_VEarzAE/s400/DSC_2224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{the cute lil missionary/star of the weekend..and lil Murph...the fireworks were a traumatic experience for him...}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1593595171255596422?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1593595171255596422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/blast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1593595171255596422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1593595171255596422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/07/blast.html' title='A Blast.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_MoUcS7cnY/Thz5C6rpzuI/AAAAAAAACG4/oW_Q1UzlrO4/s72-c/264386_224616360905189_100000704807186_753130_2431637_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8791381578828588026</id><published>2011-06-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:31:08.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 fave things: mail &amp; albie's cookies</title><content type='html'>As I previously mentioned I brilliantly filled out my NBA bracket this year and won the whole dang dong sha-blong &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{aka family bracket competition}. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which means I beat out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6 people&lt;/span&gt;...i don't know how many of those humans filled one out. &lt;/span&gt;Kimmie was hosting the competition so I figured I wouldn't get anything for it. hahahahahahaha j.kidd-ing butt pie. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that would be dad ;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But look what came in the mail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622987336025689570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYghnGn9vBs/TgjdMLRUzeI/AAAAAAAACGQ/pJ5avszQdw8/s400/maaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622987341059752034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40kA7_IWt0Y/TgjdMeBigGI/AAAAAAAACGY/Npah7BGX8Sk/s400/giftcard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a REAL LIVE WINNER!! I don't think I've won anything before &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{besides all those poster contests in elementary school...because I was the only nerd that entered}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So perf!!! A gift card to my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; store inside a MAVS card. It's almost too good to accept. &lt;em&gt;Almost&lt;/em&gt;. I feel jubilant! Ohhhh I so appreciate a just-for-fun prize and a creative sister &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{she made that card herself you know}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next hi light of my weekend came on Sat. We went out on Friday night so Saturday night we built the perfect at-home evening with a Redbox, rooster boosters and Albertsons cookies. Classy I know. The magic was what was inside that small, purple 'iholdyourhappiness' Albertson's cookie bag &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{we're obsessed with Alb's choco chip cooks just fyi}.&lt;/span&gt; We opened it up to experience the absolutely most unbelievably perfect &amp;amp; magically delicious NAY uber-scrumptiously delectable cookies ever to be eaten by man and womankind alike. I mean...those mugs were fresh. Melt in your mouth....I...can't.....explain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon eating his second cookie Chris even said "these are so good you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to blog about them". Hahahahahaha! Like for some reason his daily goal is to find something for me to blog about. I was all "what am I gonna say....we ate a whole bag of really good albertson's cookies?" And here I am saying just that. I don't know how to thank those cookies...i know that they deserve more than a blog mention. And we'll just leave it at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mail and cookies...i love you. and Target...i'm going to visit you now. cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8791381578828588026?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8791381578828588026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-fave-things-mail-albies-cookies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8791381578828588026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8791381578828588026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-fave-things-mail-albies-cookies.html' title='2 fave things: mail &amp; albie&apos;s cookies'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYghnGn9vBs/TgjdMLRUzeI/AAAAAAAACGQ/pJ5avszQdw8/s72-c/maaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8018372495966176132</id><published>2011-06-26T12:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:58:59.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggplants</title><content type='html'>I don't think I can stand to have white walls all over the house. In fact I def know that I can't. Even now, at this moment, it's making me cringe just thinking bout the hospital-ness of it. So when we moved into Jaspa we had to imme-jit-ly jump onto the living room walls as fast as we could &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{with paint obvi}&lt;/span&gt; so we could mount the TV on the wall. I freaked out stressed out about the decision &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{i don't make decisions}.&lt;/span&gt; Mostly because I would hate myself if I went with the safe beige or something that would go with everything. I don't like 'safe' myself. I like bold and modern with a touch of creative and pleasant...something that excites the eye...if you will. A little bit of color but not cheesy. So.....I decide on purple. HA! Not &lt;em&gt;purple&lt;/em&gt; purple...that would be way too Barney the dino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I scoured the www to find a picture for inspiration. I did. And decided on a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;manly&lt;/span&gt; purple..if you will. Took a risky leap on a purple shade that I knew had to go perfectly with my tan/brown furniture. A version of eggplant. A Martha Stewart version..if you will. And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it dried to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfection&lt;/span&gt;!!! I slash we love it. We love it all over again every time we walk into the room. It's like waking up and walking into the smell of 45 minute old fresh zucchini bread &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{i don't like it too hot...45 mins is perfect...try it}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's just one room down. I'm already bored of the work that goes into it. Once we had purp'ed out the walls we scurried over to IKEA IKEA to snatch a shelf I had previously set my sights on. Bold and beautiful. The ideal companion for this plain manly eggplant wall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622618636587602594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAvItbg1XdI/TgeN3C1LkqI/AAAAAAAACFo/yNBF6siaMic/s400/DSC_2187.JPG" /&gt;We put our movies on that mug. But they don't fit so I'm thinking of changing them out for books. Hahaha. sad that we have more movies than books? Just kidding. Actually I'm not sure that I am. But I do know that those fatty books would not fit. The Twilights and Work&amp;amp;Glories alone would fill that guy up. I just might have to buy another....we'll see. and onto the bedroom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8018372495966176132?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8018372495966176132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/eggplants.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8018372495966176132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8018372495966176132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/eggplants.html' title='Eggplants'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAvItbg1XdI/TgeN3C1LkqI/AAAAAAAACFo/yNBF6siaMic/s72-c/DSC_2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7967016564570799819</id><published>2011-06-26T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T12:43:53.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first at our door...</title><content type='html'>There's not too much better than finding a big fat mouthwatering package on your barren doorstep. Except maybe finding a big fat mouthwatering package on your barren doorstep and opening it up to discover all personalized adorable 'i-wanna-squeal-with-delight-and-giddiness-at-the-watermelon-tissues' &lt;em&gt;THEMED&lt;/em&gt; items. The absolute best! And by all that I obvi mean to say that we received our first ever package at our new house! Delivered right to the door instead of having to pick it up at a stinky apartment office. Even though we're going to be in Washington with our H family for the 4th of July my MIL said she had already been collecting all the little goody gumdrops so she was sending one anyway. &amp;amp; we didn't mind at all...&lt;strong&gt;not at all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just a picnic?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622610734540309906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9NiY7800wE/TgeGrFaSxZI/AAAAAAAACFg/0IXbvqOgenQ/s400/DSC_2192.JPG" /&gt; Thank you once again MIL. Always promoting peace, love and packages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7967016564570799819?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7967016564570799819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-at-our-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7967016564570799819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7967016564570799819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-at-our-door.html' title='The first at our door...'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9NiY7800wE/TgeGrFaSxZI/AAAAAAAACFg/0IXbvqOgenQ/s72-c/DSC_2192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-6916240846590544535</id><published>2011-06-21T10:42:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:38:08.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Giorgio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwMOp5Zvpgc/TgD_52vp19I/AAAAAAAACFY/0F5-o1GLJcM/s1600/DSC_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620773704371394514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwMOp5Zvpgc/TgD_52vp19I/AAAAAAAACFY/0F5-o1GLJcM/s400/DSC_2177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here she is!&lt;/span&gt; This little beaut is our first house together in life. Don't you just love her? Her name is Jaspa. And don't you just love how in Arizona we don't just have any ol' average friendly looking green shrubbery in the yard but just straight up bad-A huge cactuses {cacti?}? Hahaha. I know I do. That cactus guy right in the front there is named Giorgio..and he is now a part of our family. He's the first to greet us when we get home so it only makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're not exactly home owners but we're at least &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;house-livers&lt;/span&gt;. And so far the life of house-livers is a perfectly pleasant one. I now practically live at the Home Depot and IKEA &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and by that I obvi mean I've been to each like three times&lt;/span&gt;...}. And I spend all my free time decorating &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{or planning my decor}&lt;/span&gt; room by roomba. And besides &lt;strong&gt;Giorgio&lt;/strong&gt; my fave things so far are... the backyard where i can just let the lil pooper scooper out to do his biz and I don't have to put him on his annoy leash and take him down the never-ending apartment stairs and stand there awkwardly waiting for him &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{in my pjs}&lt;/span&gt; to complete his potty time. Plus there's a covered patio out there where Luli and I can play to our lil hearts desire. Then there's the glorious garage where we can store all our storage stuff and park both cars and they aren't scalding hot from sitting in the sun. Imagine that. Ahh the small things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine...I'll post pictures on the blog of my craft projects and decorated rooms as they come along. You're welcome. Love you. Come visit Giorgio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-6916240846590544535?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/6916240846590544535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-giorgio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6916240846590544535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6916240846590544535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-giorgio.html' title='Meet Giorgio...'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwMOp5Zvpgc/TgD_52vp19I/AAAAAAAACFY/0F5-o1GLJcM/s72-c/DSC_2177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4396172357025939498</id><published>2011-06-20T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:16:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my MAVS dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620566317421823874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_PDioVNijQ/TgBDSWJ0B4I/AAAAAAAACFI/SlwzmTnNb-s/s400/dallas-mavericks-champions-2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 12th, 2011. Amaze. The best thing that's ever happened in sports or in the history of the world. The DALLAS MAVERICKS become the NBA champions!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I feel so alive. I can't describe. I literally cried like 4 times that night. Not lying. We were still in the car driving home from St. George when the game started. And for the first time EVER I allowed sports radio to be turned on {i HATE listening to sports when there's nothing to look at. I think it's stupid}. But I obvi had to hear what was happening with my boys. At one point Chris asked me how I was feeling and I told him I felt like I was bout to scream , throw-up, cry and maybe pee my pants all at the same time. I think maybe I even thought I was actually playing in the game...I can't be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we got home and watched my team BEAT THE HEAT and I was so happy for the guys. Just SO HAPPY for the most deserving team. No one thought they would even make it past the first round. Everyone was calling them as the first upset. Except me who filled out my family bracket before the season and had the Mavs vs. Heat in the finals with the Mavs winning. Yeah I'm smart and loyal...and psychic. And I obvi won the family bracket challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make the point that the Heat never gave up. They did not voluntarily GIVE UP the title. They were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beaten down&lt;/span&gt; by the HEART of the Mavericks team. preach it. happy happy happy. Other things that made me happy that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how I literally de-friended 6 people on facebook that night because of their annoy comments in favor of the Heat. Hahahaha...I'm like a 12 year old. And I love it. Made me feel empowered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how I got so many texts and FB posts congratulating&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt; on the Mavs win. That's a good friend right there...knows you so well that they know your fave sports team win feels like it was your own personal victory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how Dirk had to leave the court with 1 second left because he was emotionally overwhelmed. Even a 7 foot German MVP can get emotional. Awwww.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that all the Heat bandwagoners had to eat their words {and not to mention all the trailblazers, lakers and thunder fans.hahaha.}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how C, H and I all celebrated as a lil family. I waved my Mavs blanket through the air like a flag and we all ran around in circles cheering {Hooshie barking obv}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how Mark Cuban the owner spent $110,000 on a giant bottle of champagne for the celebration. $110K for a billionaire like him is like what .00001 cent is to me. Gimme some of that ya billi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that we got to finally name our car. KIDD: The MAV Mobile. "Hey let's drive the Kidd to the movies." Hahaha. Love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how I got way too excited and accidentally spent an undisclosed amount at the Mavs gear online store. What else am I supposed to do after I have screamed my lungs out and watched the hilights twice?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love this moment...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620566332397962114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juj2tSinO3E/TgBDTN8Zw4I/AAAAAAAACFQ/bVQtbHJG8fA/s400/mavvvv.bmp" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Until next season. I love you Mavs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4396172357025939498?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4396172357025939498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-mavs-dedication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4396172357025939498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4396172357025939498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-mavs-dedication.html' title='my MAVS dedication'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_PDioVNijQ/TgBDSWJ0B4I/AAAAAAAACFI/SlwzmTnNb-s/s72-c/dallas-mavericks-champions-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5886126825185710234</id><published>2011-06-20T21:54:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:37:02.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf is on... so I'm blogging</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogface&lt;/span&gt; because we have had a bit of a busy month of June. First weekend we moved into our house. Second weekend we were outta town for the Conner family reunion in Utah. Third weekend Chris was outta town near Vegas for work so I tried to not be home as much as poss and overstayed my welcome at my sister's, spent hours at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; and had a sleepover at Mel's house. I can't be home alone because I get scared no matter what. Can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nooooot&lt;/span&gt; handle the dreadful silence and the scary movie scenes running throughout my mangled mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been awful at taking pictures and at being organized. all out of sorts. Just not myself at all. Nothing a couple of good home cooked meals can't fix. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;....who's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt; to my home to cook the meals? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Kid. All I'm doing the next couple of weeks is decorating the house {&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; obsessed!}, working and hanging out with my boo and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;. So much to look forward to the next half of the year! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; haw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5886126825185710234?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5886126825185710234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/golf-is-on-so-im-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5886126825185710234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5886126825185710234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/golf-is-on-so-im-blogging.html' title='Golf is on... so I&apos;m blogging'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5169094209132416233</id><published>2011-06-02T21:04:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:49:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the playoffs</title><content type='html'>There is just NOTHING like watching the team you have been rooting for &lt;em&gt;not only&lt;/em&gt; all season but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your entire life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;not only&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sweep&lt;/strong&gt; the overrated Lakers in the second round then later make it to the finals but slap all the cocky Heat players in the face and make one of the most incredible comebacks in playoffs history. Amaze. Great basketball. So there are 3 points to this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I need to calmly highlight the huge fact that Chris Bosh CANNOT guard Dirk. Good...glad I made the most obvious thing in the world known....makes me happy. And also...Bosh is so fugly I want to puke every time I see him. And I've always thought he looks just like a raptor with his long neck so he should've stayed on that team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. See the Rap...Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613846769222948850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEtTj-RhKL4/Tehj5KcCF_I/AAAAAAAACE8/4N4KJUG-pj4/s400/rapt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; We haven't named our car yet. And the Mavs obvi made it to the finals so I win &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{love when that happens}&lt;/span&gt; and we get to name our Corolla after a Mav. But we can't agree. So I need you peeps reading to please VOTE right over there to the left. And vote for the one I want. kthanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I am feeling high. After the game I ran around in a circle cheering for about 5 mins with Hooshie barking at my heels...then I ate a whole bag of popcorn. I need to calm...so I'm going to lay in bed wearing my Mavs PJ pants, cuddled in my Mavs blanket and watch the Mavs highlights...eating some Mavs ice cream...which is Cookies and Cream...because it's the best ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5169094209132416233?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5169094209132416233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/playoffs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5169094209132416233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5169094209132416233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/06/playoffs.html' title='the playoffs'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEtTj-RhKL4/Tehj5KcCF_I/AAAAAAAACE8/4N4KJUG-pj4/s72-c/rapt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1252981267751300087</id><published>2011-05-30T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:11:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we flew over to good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Tulsa, Oklahoma for the royal wedding of my best Colette to her love &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Dr.}&lt;/span&gt;Erik Martin. It was royal because it was beautiful and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;luscious&lt;/span&gt; and perfect. And because it took place in a huge and gorgeous backyard. And because I teared up watching all my beautiful friends walk down the aisle. And because the food was deliciously fit for a Queen &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{mini pork &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sammies&lt;/span&gt; and crab cakes were the faves}.&lt;/span&gt; And because Colette's fun relatives, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with accents that sound like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rihanna {jeal}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, wore adorable stylish hats much better than the fug ones at the legit royal wedding. And because they had adorable details down to the love note tree, to the folding fans for the ladies to be cool waiting outside for the ceremony, to the cakeinabox party favors. And because the dance floor was filled with tipsy slash drunk guests doing the stanky leg. hahaha. And because I totally predicted that someone would end up in the amazing infinity pool by the end of the night and sure enough the bride's bro came walking into the hotel soaking wet with his pant legs rolled up and a huge smile on his face! And because I love everyone from Texas and Oklahoma because they're just the best and most fun people...and I miss them all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this turned from why it was royal to why I loved being there. perfect. But it really was royal. And I really did love being there. So it's fitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to add...I loved that Chris got to meet all my favorite friends that he's never met and that I haven't seen in years....and I got to meet their husbands and boyfriends. And I got to see members of my BF's families that I consider my second families growing up &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{hi Sylvia...i love that you read my blog!}.&lt;/span&gt; SO MUCH LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had never been to Tulsa and the city in itself was...humid and interesting and Oklahoman. And it did the least pleasant thing to my hair. But we had an awesome 24 hours in that place. Happy life to you Colette and Erik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612397698949289234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqgCMl2omZA/TeM9-LAXlRI/AAAAAAAACEM/3Ylg5zGOk3Y/s400/DSC09091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612397708783128274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jRHDUUPoa4/TeM9-vo8DtI/AAAAAAAACEc/1FiLlyihFZs/s400/DSC09108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cake and toasting and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612397714554429986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcSQDbc46zk/TeM9_FI7IiI/AAAAAAAACEs/ROd7SpQ6VTA/s400/DSC09109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would never-in-a-mil post this pic if it wasn't the only one I got of me and the royal bride...but it is...so deal with that hair. It was curled hours before. pitiful next to the radiant beaut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612397711106197458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrSp_UFDUlc/TeM9-4SzR9I/AAAAAAAACEk/TV0WUMmH8No/s400/DSC09116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happily hayes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612397704150437842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzMQf1djHhs/TeM9-eYaz9I/AAAAAAAACEU/DfBlTIf_r8Y/s400/DSC09119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stanky leg dancin. Yesss! I can't get over it. Best ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1252981267751300087?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1252981267751300087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1252981267751300087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1252981267751300087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding.html' title='The Royal Wedding'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqgCMl2omZA/TeM9-LAXlRI/AAAAAAAACEM/3Ylg5zGOk3Y/s72-c/DSC09091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7568557438131238791</id><published>2011-05-29T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:01:26.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feather fad in my ears</title><content type='html'>Something I don't necessarily adore about myself is that I am a total sucker for fads. Maybe not total but I do give in once in a blue moon&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; {aka..whenever a new fad comes out}.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how the trendsetters do it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{i gotta sign up to be one of those}.&lt;/span&gt; Something starts getting popular and suddenly that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; thing...except they didn't realize that it's their favorite thing BECAUSE it's everywhere. For &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;examp&lt;/span&gt;: extreme ripped jeans, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WWJD&lt;/span&gt; bracelets, the Avril &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt; tie thing, trucker hats, flare jeans...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etcetcetc&lt;/span&gt;. There's millions. But we gotta love em...they make the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a fad right now is feathers. And I think of Indians whenever I see them. That or hippies...sometimes birds. But I also...like a true follower....think they're cool and cute and fun. Hence the earrings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608868620838077218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euyb0MiQwts/Tda0SyjjgyI/AAAAAAAACDc/zeFEcW-zk14/s400/DSC_1885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Gs8JuEjx7E/Tda0TLCOnbI/AAAAAAAACDk/Jw3I8DqzHww/s1600/DSC_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608868627409182130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Gs8JuEjx7E/Tda0TLCOnbI/AAAAAAAACDk/Jw3I8DqzHww/s400/DSC_1887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try a fad today...what should we bring back....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POGS&lt;/span&gt;?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7568557438131238791?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7568557438131238791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/feather-fad-in-my-ears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7568557438131238791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7568557438131238791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/feather-fad-in-my-ears.html' title='Feather fad in my ears'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euyb0MiQwts/Tda0SyjjgyI/AAAAAAAACDc/zeFEcW-zk14/s72-c/DSC_1885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4243614265561356458</id><published>2011-05-29T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:42:30.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laundry piles</title><content type='html'>I'm a mean and rude pupper mother. Each and every single time I pull fresh laundry out of the dryer I drop the pile on the living room floor &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{so I can watch my DVR'ed Ellens while folding..obvi}.&lt;/span&gt; And every time I drop it on the floor lil poopie pooshie comes running out of the limberlost to lay on the plump pile for an afternoon nappy. And every time he approaches the pile he carefully reviews the newly cleaned items for his favorite "Icouldtakeanaponthat" piece and then plops right on down and settles in for life. And that's where I step in and pull it right out from under him and fold it acting like I didn't notice the clothing was occupied. Hahahahahaha&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...{no one is laughing with me...&lt;/span&gt;}. Then he stares at me for 10 seconds like "what the hello are you doing you human". He then seeks out his second favorite swatch until I promptly steal that one and it goes in the folded pile. And so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mean and rudely part is that I leave the teenie tiniest item for very last because I think it is the most hilarious thing of my afternoon &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{even more hilar than ellen}&lt;/span&gt; to see him try to get comft on an uncomft tiny item. He just wants to be on something so badly that he tries to curl up and get his 8 pound body all comfy on something way smaller than him.... like a puma sock or a miniature makeup-stained washcloth or occasionally one of my cloth headbands that I am washing because Hooshie previously had gotten ahold of it and I didn't want to put something in my hair that now has a dollop of dog slobber germs on it. I guess I still come in last place because even though I got my amusement...I end up with my all my clean laundry items having doggie "I-probably-just-rolled-in-the-dog-pee-filled-grass-outside" hair germs on them. I always lose. At least I get a laugh. Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612376732289079074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3RGNl_PK08/TeMq5wHCFyI/AAAAAAAACEE/GUh6_-_L9ns/s400/LAUND.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poor yittle yoy. Has no idear what's comin for him....even though he should because I most likely did it a couple days before. Learn from experiences little H....you'll thank me once you meet the bullies in high school and you've already been toughened up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4243614265561356458?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4243614265561356458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/laundry-piles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4243614265561356458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4243614265561356458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/laundry-piles.html' title='laundry piles'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3RGNl_PK08/TeMq5wHCFyI/AAAAAAAACEE/GUh6_-_L9ns/s72-c/LAUND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-6424634364513961781</id><published>2011-05-23T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:28:02.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bach-ette!</title><content type='html'>I had a bad weekend. &lt;strong&gt;Bad.&lt;/strong&gt; But Monday night has fully made up for it. &lt;strong&gt;Fully.&lt;/strong&gt; The &lt;em&gt;MAVS&lt;/em&gt; made the &lt;strong&gt;greatest &lt;/strong&gt;fourth quarter comeback and my boy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dirk&lt;/span&gt; just continues to prove himself. THEN we kicked back with some Salt &amp;amp; Vinegar chips &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{best things to ever happen to the world btw}&lt;/span&gt; to watch the new season of the Bachelorette. Yes it was lots of TV time. And it was just what we needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get extremely into the Bachelorette. Who doesn't love to analyze relationships and get entertainment from their awkwardness? I know I surely do. So let me just say that I was puh-ritty disappointed when I found out it was Ashley from last season. After watching tonight she still bugs and she reminds me of a chatty lil fieldmouse but I will prob still find enjoyment in viewing the dating happenings. no biggie lil fieldmouse...do your thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my first night notes and totes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First.&lt;/strong&gt; Was it just me or did I see three of the same guy get out of the limos? And all three of those guys happened to look like Josh Groban. How many Josh Grobans can you have in one season. The answer is three apparently. And yes I am only saying they look alike because they all had longish hair. I have no real reasons to back me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.&lt;/strong&gt; I was so excited and couldn't wait to see Ash's reaction to meeting Bentley &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{the 'wrong reasons' guy}&lt;/span&gt; and it total let me down. Slap the guy or make him feel like an idiot with your words. Don't just give a lil side smirk saying 'I am disappointed in you Mr'. failed reaction fieldmouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tres.&lt;/strong&gt; Call me cheeselover but I thought the pink dental floss ring was clever and practically perfect in every way. Just cute. But I can't even remember what guy did that so I guess it didn't work like it was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th.&lt;/strong&gt; Mr. Masky Masquerade. If you're gonna wear a mask then make it a mysterious sexy one. Like from the phantom of the opera. Not a big clunky one with designs on it. I'm embarrassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinco.&lt;/strong&gt; Who is my favorite as of now? Glad you asked. Did anyone else IMMEDIATELY notice that William looks EXACTLY like a younger Josh Lucas...the guy from Sweet Home Alabama and loads of other things? I had to do a triple take. check it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVmmqeJQxXw/TdtS2XD8yfI/AAAAAAAACD0/2izS8LDXsk8/s1600/imagesCACH76GE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610168854677080562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVmmqeJQxXw/TdtS2XD8yfI/AAAAAAAACD0/2izS8LDXsk8/s320/imagesCACH76GE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_t4yrSimNVs/TdtTR0ZI1FI/AAAAAAAACD8/RSGAR1yoZYM/s1600/69f08f38a221d17990ace05e1f126826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610169326407046226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_t4yrSimNVs/TdtTR0ZI1FI/AAAAAAAACD8/RSGAR1yoZYM/s320/69f08f38a221d17990ace05e1f126826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twins. Talk about a Doppelgang. Anyway he's my fave right now. I don't give my official picks until after the second episode. I take this very seriously. And I won last season with my pick of Emily so I have a championship to defend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND 6th and FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;. Usually the brood of potential daters includes a ton of people from Texas. have you noticed? BUT this go-around the majority of men are from New York so I feel awkward. It's a different breed of peeps. And I don't know how I feel but I might like the change. The verdict is still out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-6424634364513961781?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/6424634364513961781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-bach-ette.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6424634364513961781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6424634364513961781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-bach-ette.html' title='New Bach-ette!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVmmqeJQxXw/TdtS2XD8yfI/AAAAAAAACD0/2izS8LDXsk8/s72-c/imagesCACH76GE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3450716262764654007</id><published>2011-05-18T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:26:20.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We ♥ Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since everyone was in town for the birthdays and I was hosting I decided we have to throw LULU a big birthday party to bring her into her terrific twos! So Kimmie and I teamed up, turned our party planner mode on and created an adorable Minnie Mouse party for our favorite lil Ludy Toody 2 year old. Everything turned out fantast and we just had the best time with an awesome group of 23 wonderful people... and Lucy loved every minute. success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First half was the swimming half. It was gorgeous outside and everyone had fun throwing the football and swimming with the kiddos. Then we moved the party inside the clubhouse for food, games, coloring contest, cake and gifts. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 501px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608496701466130738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtmSQfGmjEU/TdViCO7WuTI/AAAAAAAACDE/ahqxIlN2nSE/s400/DSC_1933.JPG" /&gt;{how adorb is Luli with her tiny sunglasses and her uncle Chris?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 488px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608497641353683954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPVyucqPQ74/TdVi48SAo_I/AAAAAAAACDM/F7D7d2_g-aE/s400/DSC_1942.JPG" /&gt;{the boys of course had to bust out the football for some water games}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608474569559703186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3H51Lx7UOR0/TdVN5_Jq_pI/AAAAAAAACC8/oHdzQPAIg-E/s400/DSC_1959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{setting up and getting ready to move everyone into the clubhouse}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608468607224026114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GA_tua3cSuA/TdVIe7uElAI/AAAAAAAACB0/kwO-e0Zaf0w/s400/DSC_1947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{the Minnie Mouse dessert table}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608470498316299186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTcWDhmB04o/TdVKNAlmq7I/AAAAAAAACCc/TQKprrvQYYQ/s400/DSC_1955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Lucy's favorite thing in the world is candy and sweets. so as far as she is concerned this whole table is all for her!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608468612042149602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gy93oKytjt0/TdVIfNqzTuI/AAAAAAAACB8/W3U9Sg2jMdk/s400/DSC_1948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{those cone things are filled with cotton candy. And see that cake with the ears? yeah...that will be destroyed later...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608468599347358370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzuyuqyWN7Y/TdVIeeYIKqI/AAAAAAAACBs/SlRSIHiCjJM/s400/DSC_1943.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{Mexi food}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608470503115339314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JpUW95RfNMs/TdVKNSdyNjI/AAAAAAAACCk/XXnI7AmxWxY/s400/DSC_2000.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{let the coloring contest begin}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4AYijDah3Q/TdVJwL1Mc-I/AAAAAAAACCU/qBEGrZo4VaI/s1600/DSC_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608470003118273506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4AYijDah3Q/TdVJwL1Mc-I/AAAAAAAACCU/qBEGrZo4VaI/s400/DSC_1976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acE67SWFQdg/TdVJvZ7g8EI/AAAAAAAACCE/ImSQ5Plbp_c/s1600/DSC_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608469989723009090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acE67SWFQdg/TdVJvZ7g8EI/AAAAAAAACCE/ImSQ5Plbp_c/s400/DSC_1966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{she just carried that bucket of MMs around with her everywhere she went}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2jSO83EYx0/TdVK6vQayzI/AAAAAAAACCs/gFPMJSbmmqM/s1600/DSC_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608471283938020146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2jSO83EYx0/TdVK6vQayzI/AAAAAAAACCs/gFPMJSbmmqM/s400/DSC_2020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MdLxZLPZJw/TdVJv7blVuI/AAAAAAAACCM/sH30gOmk-3U/s1600/DSC_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608469998715885282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MdLxZLPZJw/TdVJv7blVuI/AAAAAAAACCM/sH30gOmk-3U/s400/DSC_1958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{tons of gifts, sugar and love from all her guests. awwwww how tweet}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608471469833186706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0GYzoMvHueg/TdVLFjxR7ZI/AAAAAAAACC0/UxS9V7R7wgU/s400/DSC_2107.JPG" /&gt; {and then this happened. AFTER we had sung and she blew out the '2' candle..so it's all good. Hahaha...I love how you can see one of the mouse ears sticking out the bottom. poor minnie}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to Lil juicy Lucy Bug. Love you so so much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3450716262764654007?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3450716262764654007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-lucy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3450716262764654007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3450716262764654007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-lucy.html' title='We ♥ Lucy'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtmSQfGmjEU/TdViCO7WuTI/AAAAAAAACDE/ahqxIlN2nSE/s72-c/DSC_1933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5560291981269511925</id><published>2011-05-18T09:13:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:04:16.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ayeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;!!! We had one of the greatest weekends this past &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; weekly. May 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is a big fat exciting day in our family. My niece Lucy AND my sister Kimmie's birthday was upon us and we wanted to celebrate BIG &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and my MIL has the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bday&lt;/span&gt; but she was not present at this time but Happy Birthday to you anyway ;)} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So Kimmie came in from San Diego, Mom &amp;amp; Scott came in from Washington, Dad &amp;amp; Lisa came in from Utah and Christie &amp;amp; Daniel came in from Texas...they actually moved here just for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;obvi&lt;/span&gt; not. But Daniel got here with the moving truck last week so they are officially moved in to the great land of Palms and Sun and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MEE&lt;/span&gt;...aka Arizona. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yesssh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since ya can't really have a combined party for a 2 year old and a 28 year old &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{put your Minnie Mouse ears on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; Kimmie}&lt;/span&gt; we gave each girl their own day. &lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;just us girls went out for Kimmie's day. Outta all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt; places in the world to stuff our selves silly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KizKat&lt;/span&gt; chose Panda Express. the tummy wants what it wants. And it was perfection. Then we headed to downtown Tempe to go to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Big Bang piano bar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Dueling pianos&lt;/em&gt;. Very cool and fun with the mom and sisters. They knew every song in the world. Just request it and they play and sing and do their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I walked up with my dollar bills and my request written on my napkin. Simple request: shout out to Kimmie for her birthday and play ANY '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NSYNC&lt;/span&gt; song. So the guy says "this is kinda awkward but I THINK I know ONE '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nsync&lt;/span&gt; song we can play...this is for Kimmie". ONE '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nsync&lt;/span&gt; song! You know all the songs in the world and can play any with a simple mention but you only know one '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nsync&lt;/span&gt; song out of all the amazing classics? yes they are classics. I will defend '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nsync&lt;/span&gt; all day long. So they played Bye Bye Bye and sang half of the wrong words. But it was still amaze. And we danced and drank our strawberry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daiquiris&lt;/span&gt; and had a beautiful time. I almost got in a fight with the door guy who wouldn't let me take my diet coke with me when we left and we watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; 5 year old hip hop dancers dancing on Mill Ave. just fun and fab and we all love each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was Lucy's celebration day....which needs a post all on its own. Then Sunday we did Kimmie's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;congo&lt;/span&gt; bar cake and presents. Happy Birthday to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KizKat&lt;/span&gt;. move here. one love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608098581170284466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSVISPhp0Ug/TdP38lQG57I/AAAAAAAACA8/E_xYSRY9rHo/s400/DSC_1896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;{summery Mombo, Birthday KizKat, Pregnant Kiki and stinky ol' me.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608098591095860802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2-7tL7eoqk/TdP39KOjLkI/AAAAAAAACBE/bAr4RsVu43I/s400/DSC_1897.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;{HA it's your Birthday!!!! ps. how giant is my head for my body? very gi}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608299635096947858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-29ZJ1rabzl4/TdSuzdfoDJI/AAAAAAAACBU/U24q6JHBY0A/s400/DSC_1912.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{go shawty..is ya birday}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608098577148017570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz0DWr81KcE/TdP38WRH-6I/AAAAAAAACA0/LXfVQOh0oD4/s400/DSC_2105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{US with Dad &amp;amp; Lisa}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608098573535714242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBJtUqmshYQ/TdP38Iz4m8I/AAAAAAAACAs/Nzn8em2p2S8/s400/DSC_2114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{US with Mom &amp;amp; Scott}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed you ScottPot and Kake. move here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5560291981269511925?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5560291981269511925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5560291981269511925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5560291981269511925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend.html' title='THE weekend'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSVISPhp0Ug/TdP38lQG57I/AAAAAAAACA8/E_xYSRY9rHo/s72-c/DSC_1896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8563126572976418392</id><published>2011-05-17T23:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T08:56:24.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How we RoLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have recently been taught a rather important life lesson....or maybe just a fun fact...if you will. And that lesson fact is: that you have NOT really experienced Las Vegas until you have experienced it in a group of 9 hilarious, fun, crazy awesome, pretty, adventurous 20-something year old girls. you just haven't...I promise you. I have been to Vegas many a time. But last weekend I went with a group of my girlfriends from my Texas high school years for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;double bachelorette party&lt;/span&gt; and it was unlike anything I have ever experienced...in an 'I like getting treated like a VIP and being on a girl's night out every night' kinda way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colette was one of my &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; friends in high school. So many good memories with that girl. She is quite literally one of the funniest people I have ever met and I just love being around her. Last time I saw her was when she came up for my wedding in Portland 2 1/2 years ago!!! {waaay too long} And now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is the one getting married!! SO happy for Cobra. AND Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607961558206357874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFuvCHOVcX0/TdN7Uy7voXI/AAAAAAAACAc/g0gFAr2qdFA/s400/DSC_1872.JPG" /&gt;So anyway...Vegas...uh-mazing. We did everything. Had a lot of laughs, met some crazy peoples and got SO many unbelievable hookups. So unbelievable you can't believe it. I'm talkin fancy dinners, VIP booths, limo rides, pool cabanas...i mean unlimited entertainment....and all food and drinks... All free free FREEEE! It pays to be ladies. It surely does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607961569008800610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jv2KYNDWHy0/TdN7VbLP02I/AAAAAAAACAk/jF6NIApXuGI/s400/DSC_1857.JPG" /&gt;Our sweet decorated rooms. Beautiful rooms with an awesome view in the heart of the strip. Haley and I got there before everyone else...so we learned to play craps and won $5 on the slots. Yesss! Lucky start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607919641565341682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_lHNc19_t4/TdNVM7RwJ_I/AAAAAAAACAU/6hjTHRqCc_U/s400/IMG_2966.jpg" /&gt; On the way to the Tao Beach pool. Posin in front of our hotel...TI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607913070252739650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfX9o_VVYMY/TdNPObOvTEI/AAAAAAAAB_g/YWt03DNPQKg/s400/228005_10100844109978714_8300993_72960883_3821572_n.jpg" /&gt; Lunchin in the Venetian. Our matching Bachelorette shirts. {They say "That's how we roll...Vegas May 2011". Get it. roll...like dice. vegas. ya they're awesome.}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607913307303990642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82U-oN0AWwE/TdNPcOUKVXI/AAAAAAAAB_o/XfBBmM78124/s400/228365_10100844099210294_8300993_72960681_1992222_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Second night. Dinner at Eva Longoria's restaurant &lt;strong&gt;Beso&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607919637289878802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EP4NQSqJW8U/TdNVMrWZxRI/AAAAAAAACAM/FfPvxRwjN9Y/s400/IMG_3012.jpg" /&gt; About to get our dance on at Marquee in the Cosmopolitan. 'Cept I couldn't do much dancing with intense blisters on my feet from the first night. Still fun..and wild and crazy. Our booth had a unicorn lady and there was a British looking guard...and some neon ballerinas with red Mohawks...interesting place with house music... and we loved it. Plus we saw Nicky Hilton there so I got to check off my 'see a celebrity' goal for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607913058963808002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dlSFVJRrJRM/TdNPNxLP3wI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/ypdnwb_J_Ro/s400/224278_10100230216606038_16702290_49407468_5819938_n.jpg" /&gt; Saturday day we went to the pool at MGM...where the big Paquio v. Mosley fight was happening. So it was packed. But the pool was SO much fun. We got invited up to the lil private pools overlooking the main pools and we danced our booties off and had the greatest time just laughing and carrying on as we tend to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607913052249069170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-no7CWN2wHeA/TdNPNYKVFnI/AAAAAAAAB_A/_Z4uNyi-sTk/s400/222355_10100844109195284_8300993_72960855_4132590_n.jpg" /&gt;We stayed at the pool til they kindly kicked us the heck outta there. Wet republic = radical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607913307494753250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyqdwqjG-Ro/TdNPcPBpI-I/AAAAAAAAB_w/V4Zk41MCz9c/s400/limo.jpg" /&gt; Chris Brown the limo driver took us to dinner, a show and then the Hard Rock to wrap up the night... and our trip. We were all tired and dehydrated and delirious and still ready to have a good time. And 'twas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607913058641755138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0COGHq7ea8w/TdNPNv-dvAI/AAAAAAAAB_I/qMr92zFmP7w/s400/222904_10100844088591574_8300993_72960519_1536586_n.jpg" /&gt; All in black and the brides in white. Love you girls. Can't wait til next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jessie, Haley, Meghan, Alyson, Bonnie, Moi, Carla,&lt;br /&gt;Colette &amp;amp; Valerie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8563126572976418392?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8563126572976418392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-we-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8563126572976418392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8563126572976418392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-we-roll.html' title='How we RoLL'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFuvCHOVcX0/TdN7Uy7voXI/AAAAAAAACAc/g0gFAr2qdFA/s72-c/DSC_1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-2821207299408623954</id><published>2011-05-17T16:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:47:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our new TOY-ota.</title><content type='html'>I have a million plus one things to update on. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Drivin&lt;/span&gt; me crazy. So about 3 weeks ago...We bought a new car!!!! An adorable spicy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; Toyota Corolla S. We love him. Perfect for us. Greatest gas mileage I've ever experienced. And the AC blasts freezing cold air the moment you turn it on. Perfect for AZ. Plus Lucy loves when we drive with the sunroof open. And gets mad when we close it. So its just a fun and pleasant driving experience all around. Good choice if I do say so myself. and here he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607847694399405458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8WzeGvaBV8/TdMTxDMrfZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/WrfuIlUrmcU/s400/mav-mobile.jpg" /&gt; Now for the name. Three weeks in our family and the poor auto has no name. Reason being...the Mr. and I have come to an agreement that 'when' slash 'if' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{I say when, he says if. rude}&lt;/span&gt; the Mavericks make it to the finals we get to name the car...wait for it... the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MavMobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mav&lt;/span&gt; for short. Which is the most wonderful name my ears have ever beheld. And it only makes sense since our other car Mystique has a Boston Celtics plate holder and our last car was named Car-Mellow. AND even our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; Dog was named after an athlete that he likes. So its my... turn thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muchly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news:&lt;/strong&gt; it is &lt;strong&gt;such &lt;/strong&gt;a great time to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mavs&lt;/span&gt; fan. I am already getting anxiety in my chest from my bundle of nerves that has been growing all day for the game tonight. But I'm wearing my lucky jersey even as I type this so never fear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mavs&lt;/span&gt; fans. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DIRKDIRKDIRKDIRKDIRK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-2821207299408623954?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/2821207299408623954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-new-toy-ota.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2821207299408623954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2821207299408623954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-new-toy-ota.html' title='our new TOY-ota.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8WzeGvaBV8/TdMTxDMrfZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/WrfuIlUrmcU/s72-c/mav-mobile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4058874199911134865</id><published>2011-05-02T19:51:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:10:58.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun...</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;forev&lt;/span&gt;. And my Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; let me know that I need to. So I am. I have been majorly busy because my 'best ever most special delivery in all the world' arrived from Texas and it's taking up all my time. And I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love it. Half of the delivery looks like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28xKSToN_9w/Tb9uRJ_ayBI/AAAAAAAAB-M/asVt_dDrZvA/s1600/DSC_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602317702490933266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28xKSToN_9w/Tb9uRJ_ayBI/AAAAAAAAB-M/asVt_dDrZvA/s400/DSC_1814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and only}&lt;/span&gt; niece Lucy Lott!!!! The other half was my favorite oldest sister Christie and my second niece who is currently dwelling in her tummy. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lotts&lt;/span&gt; are moving here to AZ just to be by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;...or us... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and maybe possibly some other reasons}. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We have been having so much fun since they are staying with us until they find a place. So I have been happily busy looking for houses, playing ring around the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rosie&lt;/span&gt;, going "out-tide" to look at the "tee", &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refereeing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hooshie&lt;/span&gt; and Lu's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playtimes&lt;/span&gt; and doing a lot of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS0FYDIJMu8/Tb9uQ7XYCHI/AAAAAAAAB-E/NQlBzBq5W-c/s1600/DSC_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602317698564884594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS0FYDIJMu8/Tb9uQ7XYCHI/AAAAAAAAB-E/NQlBzBq5W-c/s400/DSC_1854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite thing in the world! the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt;-bug. I love Lucy and Christie and Daniel. so much. I'm so happy! My brilliant plan of getting every single member of my family and my in-law family to move to Arizona has begun! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4058874199911134865?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4058874199911134865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4058874199911134865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4058874199911134865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun...'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28xKSToN_9w/Tb9uRJ_ayBI/AAAAAAAAB-M/asVt_dDrZvA/s72-c/DSC_1814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8464210311904086123</id><published>2011-04-20T10:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:52:04.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doppel</title><content type='html'>I have a Doppelganger. I like to believe that I don't. That I am just a &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; individual only looking like myself. But the general population seems to agree that I do. I have been told this by numerous strangers in various regions of the country so I am forced to believe it. rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I like when strangers talk to me.. or to any other strangers for that matter. Especially when they think they know you and you know for a fact that they don't because you're at a gas station in the middle of the ghetto in Laramie Wyoming. But they insist they do so they just squint and stare at your face. I think that's hilarious. BUT there is nothing like a million people telling you that you look JUST LIKE a celebrity...and you happen to not be a big fan of that particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day Chris and I were at Scottsdale H&amp;amp;M and a very enthusiastic young man behind the register calls me to come check out...I haven't even gotten to the register yet when he bursts out "omg has anyone ever told you that you look JUST LIKE Ali Larter? I actually thought you &lt;em&gt;were her&lt;/em&gt; when I saw you standing in line. It's crazy. &lt;strong&gt;JUST LIKE&lt;/strong&gt; her". what are you s'pose to say to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjX4GGjbo0c/Ta3yxDrXP0I/AAAAAAAAB9U/EI9497vYdvQ/s1600/ali%252520larter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597396836506091330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjX4GGjbo0c/Ta3yxDrXP0I/AAAAAAAAB9U/EI9497vYdvQ/s400/ali%252520larter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That up there is Ali Larter...the girl from Heroes and Obsessed and Varsity Blues and most importantly, the reason I just don't love being compared to her, Legally Blonde. I mean...is anyone a big fan of her in that movie? no. She's always kinda slutty. I dunno I guess it could be worse. Just...you tell me. I do love me a good doppelganger...when it looks like someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are. Ali and me. I actually tried to find pics that looked alike. Oop..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now I see it&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a wee li'l bit&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZwFCEfcqe4/Ta3vZCMDJSI/AAAAAAAAB9M/TbYQSAkvFuo/s1600/ali-larter-lucky-magazine-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597393125254571298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZwFCEfcqe4/Ta3vZCMDJSI/AAAAAAAAB9M/TbYQSAkvFuo/s400/ali-larter-lucky-magazine-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xceA-l01sM/Ta35vkc3w5I/AAAAAAAAB9k/A2Mcp-lAiWo/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mp_8T3rea20/Ta8bY8yZKbI/AAAAAAAAB90/eUqQI63puU8/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597722977293117874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mp_8T3rea20/Ta8bY8yZKbI/AAAAAAAAB90/eUqQI63puU8/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VmpT2J96qs4/Ta34r0KjXWI/AAAAAAAAB9c/oQj_WZtB01o/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8464210311904086123?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8464210311904086123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/doppel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8464210311904086123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8464210311904086123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/doppel.html' title='Doppel'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjX4GGjbo0c/Ta3yxDrXP0I/AAAAAAAAB9U/EI9497vYdvQ/s72-c/ali%252520larter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3188581188955072062</id><published>2011-04-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:56:21.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sparkles the headband</title><content type='html'>I really like my kindof new headband. Wore that bling blinger and felt half-royal half-blitzkrieg and half-teenbop. And obvi three halves make a Melissa. I tried to get some good pics of it to showboat but this is what happens when you ask the photog for an upclose shot of the band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597371897155691954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRddMhV5_iE/Ta3cFZW4JbI/AAAAAAAAB9E/yqyxMmcP1l0/s400/DSC_1760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! I think &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; was a little more interested in the tangerine-like color of the sky than my face. But with the way my eyes are looking &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{exorcist like..if you couldn't tell}&lt;/span&gt; if the mouth would've been in there then I almost would expect to see bloody fangs hangin out. pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I got a package today from my BFIH that I haven't seen in person in 2 1/2 years...AlyPopSnot! Love those unexpected mail guys. And for some reason whoever the pers was that delivered it to my door put it &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt; my doormat. Haha. Wish I snapped a pic. Because I walk up and see my doormat with a huge lump under it...when it very easily could've just sat on top. thanks I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hennyvay...such a kind package with goodies inside including another OPI Texas collection nail polish! Now I am fully inspired to create my OPI nail polish shelf that I have been planning on for the bathroom of our new house we will be moving into in just one month!!! This shade is called "Don't mess with OPI" get it...like "Don't Mess with Texas" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{for any non Texans that just wouldn't understand}.&lt;/span&gt; And it was sent from the land of Texas which makes it that much more legit...and really if I need to keep going... it was actually sent from the Texas Rangers Ballpark office where she works so now I feel so cool and important like Josh Hamilton himself sent it to me. Love and thanks and see you in 2 1/2 weeks a.p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have another very very exciting surprise arriving from Texas next week! I'm so excited I could burst. But its a secret so I will just say...that....It's bigger than a salted peanut but smaller than an all-glass skyscraper. That's the only hint I can give at this time. That'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0JxYn70yOA/TZ_0Dmg4fmI/AAAAAAAAB7k/4HA1MqlHKNY/s1600/DSC_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3188581188955072062?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3188581188955072062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/sparkles-headband.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3188581188955072062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3188581188955072062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/sparkles-headband.html' title='sparkles the headband'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRddMhV5_iE/Ta3cFZW4JbI/AAAAAAAAB9E/yqyxMmcP1l0/s72-c/DSC_1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7215468805971693386</id><published>2011-04-09T20:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:01:40.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastage= Easter Package!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593462089479188610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFpPYuAYrT8/TZ_4IowFcII/AAAAAAAAB8c/9giGEmQoy7c/s400/DSC_1801.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{posing with our &lt;strong&gt;Eastage&lt;/strong&gt; contents. very cheesy and completely necessary} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wh ca i en sy. I obvi can't even form words...out of intense excitement!!! yesterday was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;package day&lt;/span&gt; which is pretty much a holiday in and of itself...in our house. Like &lt;strong&gt;hold the phone and lock the door&lt;/strong&gt;...because this a big deal. This holiday package &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{fresh from my MIL's house in Marysville, WA}&lt;/span&gt; was......i mean...I can't even explain because it's just too much. I will just say that it was an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 pound &lt;/span&gt;package FULL of unbelievable easter love. So many cute, thoughtful, funny and awesome things. A baby chick that poops candy, choco covered oreos, bunny salt and pep shakers, there was just so much to explore and obsess over...ALL either Easter themed or Easter colored...and I love me a theme... let's just let the phots explain the happiness... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593461028485470050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1D2VGjowIhA/TZ_3K4PeF2I/AAAAAAAAB8E/6eqm1IzV-Eg/s400/DSC_1761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;{huge heavy guy. i couldn't wait to see what was inside...i had to wait all day!!!}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593461042585201266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fltYclu0PPM/TZ_3LsxG6nI/AAAAAAAAB8U/bX304CFPiSk/s400/DSC_1767.JPG" /&gt; {H immediately started searching for his toy} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593463350423416578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x17FrnsNrP8/TZ_5SCInbwI/AAAAAAAAB80/M4qvpLuzfpk/s400/DSC_1784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; {we literally spent 2 hours taking everthing out one-by-one then setting it up for the traditional package photo. my fave is the hand-sani wipes. hahaha..love anything anti-bac these days}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7J0F51MuKo/TZ_4pndWJ9I/AAAAAAAAB8k/AuQdH7dfc30/s1600/DSC_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593462656067839954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7J0F51MuKo/TZ_4pndWJ9I/AAAAAAAAB8k/AuQdH7dfc30/s320/DSC_1787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O43f_nn1F1U/TZ_4px-qj5I/AAAAAAAAB8s/f8lw4WD8w0E/s1600/DSC_1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593462658891943826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O43f_nn1F1U/TZ_4px-qj5I/AAAAAAAAB8s/f8lw4WD8w0E/s320/DSC_1791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;{peas and carrots shaped jellies!!! so cute!} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkV7S1YOKog/TZ_1rzK61GI/AAAAAAAAB78/RfDR2iWwIkM/s1600/DSC_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593459395036632162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkV7S1YOKog/TZ_1rzK61GI/AAAAAAAAB78/RfDR2iWwIkM/s320/DSC_1783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7Z3_VPOxDI/TZ_1rq9lXfI/AAAAAAAAB70/Lu8vFpXj7LA/s1600/DSC_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593459392833215986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7Z3_VPOxDI/TZ_1rq9lXfI/AAAAAAAAB70/Lu8vFpXj7LA/s320/DSC_1771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{everything is so personalized...perfect items for each of us to love!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593790090589485586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1wbDbvt2VU/TaEic0GvuhI/AAAAAAAAB88/H6x_RKshKRg/s400/DSC_1764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{THANK YOU MICHELLE!!! you really outdid yourself}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7215468805971693386?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7215468805971693386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/eastage-easter-package.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7215468805971693386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7215468805971693386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/eastage-easter-package.html' title='Eastage= Easter Package!!!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFpPYuAYrT8/TZ_4IowFcII/AAAAAAAAB8c/9giGEmQoy7c/s72-c/DSC_1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8642931714362731694</id><published>2011-04-08T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:02:59.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and why?</title><content type='html'>I feel...bussy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{that's bugged and fussy}.&lt;/span&gt; I try my darndest to stay positive. But some people just bug....especially when I'm irritable. So today my bussy-ness was caused by the inconsiderate idies in the grocer. I'm not complaining mind you..............&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just making fun of people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST riddle me this....what the heck is with the people who have an entire grocery cart jam packed and overflowing getting in the SELF-CHECK lanes? I mean...you make no sense people. You bug and make me wanna delete you from my life and act like you don't exist...kinda like how I feel bout Maggie Gyllenhaal &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and why the heck was she chosen to play the girl in Batman?..I'll never get over that}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every single time I am walking down to the self check because there are 48 people in every other line with full carts and I only have bananas and golden wrapped bars of heaven...a.k.a twix &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{&amp;amp; maybe some choco milk}&lt;/span&gt; and I see that there is only one self-check lane open...and there is one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; full cart peeps at it....I literally clench my teeth in frustration like my Dad used to do right before he would start grounding us. But I am not allowed to ground strangers. At least that's what my social skills tell me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How funny would that be if I tried to though. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I lecture them in my head instead. Something like...'how are you just gonna have 100 items and 2 toddlers with you and get in the self check just because its the shortest line...but it takes you 500 years longer than it would to wait in the normal line and have someone do all that work for you because you're spending more time yelling at the kids to stay instead of scanning your tings?' And then laugh at myself and stand in line for 6 hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm over it now... I just came home and rediscovered my webcam...and found out the way that I pose with 2 bites of a Twix and a hornet's nest bun on my head. i need a massage. wahpaah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593088811672573618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOfNcobzTAo/TZ6kpAj0lrI/AAAAAAAAB7c/G6-LusnQfBs/s320/172525%255B3%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593088811671938738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jgAGZj9vJ0g/TZ6kpAjq5rI/AAAAAAAAB7U/nldz_tXF75E/s320/172501%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8642931714362731694?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8642931714362731694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-why.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8642931714362731694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8642931714362731694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-why.html' title='and why?'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOfNcobzTAo/TZ6kpAj0lrI/AAAAAAAAB7c/G6-LusnQfBs/s72-c/172525%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-2565367761645242464</id><published>2011-04-07T14:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:35:44.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qJ_Kv-foyY/TZ46iWFKtCI/AAAAAAAAB7E/2YqaK102jkQ/s1600/HWed404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 469px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592972148957951010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qJ_Kv-foyY/TZ46iWFKtCI/AAAAAAAAB7E/2YqaK102jkQ/s400/HWed404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZoGrvvrbgg/TZ4hADNnmKI/AAAAAAAAB6U/etrAqgO3arw/s1600/HWed359.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love and I had the superb opportunity to be models for two girls and their cameras. These two girls I speak of have come together to start their very own wedding photography business. It is called &lt;em&gt;Blooming Love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Photography&lt;/em&gt; and it is going to be just fantastic! Yes...so they had Chris and I model for them in our wedding attire. Thank goodness we still fit into those guys..you never know. It was a jolly good time at a gorgeous location. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they just launched their website....and if anyone wantsta check out the pictures and/or the business then go riiiiiiiight &lt;a href="http://bloominglovephoto.com/index2.php#/home/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Our pictures are mostly under the wedding and bridals tabs. &lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt; if you are in Arizona and need a photographer...these two girls are sweet, fun, passionate and your shoot with them would be just DE...wait for it....LIGHTFUL. delightful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 446px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592971284165482082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLHWc797pz0/TZ45wAek1mI/AAAAAAAAB68/-uqh6_bJy9c/s400/HWed178.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-2565367761645242464?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/2565367761645242464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/blooming-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2565367761645242464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2565367761645242464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/blooming-love.html' title='Blooming Love'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qJ_Kv-foyY/TZ46iWFKtCI/AAAAAAAAB7E/2YqaK102jkQ/s72-c/HWed404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-2425035678183061917</id><published>2011-04-06T10:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:06:08.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot dang</title><content type='html'>This is me wearing clothes. I mean...thank goodness I'm wearing clothes..but that's the point of this post. I WAS gonna do my first outfit post. But we went to take pictures at the worst time of day so I'm all shadowy and you can't see any of the details and the sun was in my eyes and I was ornery. so this is what I got. can't tell but the jeans are black, the boots are brown, the shirt is cream and the necklaces are the bomb.com. but you cant see them. you're welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I am dressed like a wannabe country singer. like Julianne Hough perhaps...from dancing with the stars. you know the one who is on the proactiv commercials? she is trying to be a country music star. and that's what i feel like. and i use proactiv. so I actually &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; julianne hough. nice to meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3GHkukhZU0/TZyYPzeEqvI/AAAAAAAAB58/cw_v5OQq5wI/s1600/shoot1%2Buse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592512234569116402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3GHkukhZU0/TZyYPzeEqvI/AAAAAAAAB58/cw_v5OQq5wI/s400/shoot1%2Buse.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xyv51DIRA/TZk1oOmn8DI/AAAAAAAAB44/zpqPQ6r2tfA/s1600/shoot1%2Buse2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591559377588318258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8xyv51DIRA/TZk1oOmn8DI/AAAAAAAAB44/zpqPQ6r2tfA/s400/shoot1%2Buse2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBp_yaeVgKg/TZk1oR82LoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/QvJTudbmUMI/s1600/shoot1%2Buse3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591559378486832770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBp_yaeVgKg/TZk1oR82LoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/QvJTudbmUMI/s400/shoot1%2Buse3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That bottom right pic is my favorite one. I think my face doesn't look like mine and i love it. There's nothin better than looking at a picture of yourself and feeling like you're looking at a stranger. It confuses me and I feel weird and its a thrill of sorts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO, I took a lil trip today. A cyber trip right over to &lt;a href="http://hernandez08.blogspot.com/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; blog to do a guest post! It includes my Easter wreath and it's on my sister &lt;a href="http://hernandez08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimber's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Just for chips and giggles. check it out and comment and follow her blog. she likes that. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-2425035678183061917?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/2425035678183061917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/shoot-dang.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2425035678183061917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2425035678183061917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/shoot-dang.html' title='shoot dang'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3GHkukhZU0/TZyYPzeEqvI/AAAAAAAAB58/cw_v5OQq5wI/s72-c/shoot1%2Buse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1209644993507854125</id><published>2011-04-05T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:36:01.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie duties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Hoosh Poop&lt;/strong&gt; has had an eventful past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First he discovered his passion in life. He's jumpin on the 'Im-stickin-my-head-out-the-window-with-the-wind-on-my-face-and-my-tounge-hanging-out-like-I-don't-care' bandwagon. He is completely obsessed with it. In fact, he wants more and more wind so he gets as close as he can to the front of the window and is on his tippy toes on the very edge of my knee. Its scary. but he is workin hard at perfecting it. He'll be doin it til he retires at age 15. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next the &lt;strong&gt;hooshernut squash&lt;/strong&gt; had a play date! he's getting pretty popular. A friend of mine brought her two baby shih-tzus over. And the three of them played for hours....so cute. is there another word you can use when there are puppies around? neg. i prob said cute at least 4 billion times that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592365449252938322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdYfewcaYGo/TZwSvxjjolI/AAAAAAAAB5s/v6d2Zzn0c9A/s400/DSC_1510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{KC, Cesar, Hoosh}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592365448546459394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_W3P1yixKPU/TZwSvu7HnwI/AAAAAAAAB5k/nvvfpUlQiZY/s400/DSC_1490.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND THEN the &lt;strong&gt;hooshington post&lt;/strong&gt; was injured.waaah. he was out on the balcony with me and suddenly started yelping like a wannie. we think he got stung by a bee on his paw and it broke our hearts in half. limping and everything. we made a wet washcloth wrap for his arm and he milked all the pampering as long as he could....so about 2 days. little divo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{that's diva for a boy}.&lt;/span&gt; But he's our child so its all good ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592365459125935010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5I-E7A1yCHA/TZwSwWVdm6I/AAAAAAAAB50/VicdPi12Ipw/s400/DSC_1526.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{geez my husb is tan &amp;amp; hot. see &lt;strong&gt;hoo's&lt;/strong&gt; little cast?}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1209644993507854125?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1209644993507854125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/doggie-duties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1209644993507854125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1209644993507854125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/doggie-duties.html' title='Doggie duties'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdYfewcaYGo/TZwSvxjjolI/AAAAAAAAB5s/v6d2Zzn0c9A/s72-c/DSC_1510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4779910644399172034</id><published>2011-04-02T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:31:13.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car'mellow'</title><content type='html'>Our change addiction has struck again. Rude but necessary. So........we sold Mellow today! &lt;strong&gt;Mellow&lt;/strong&gt;-our beloved white trailblazer who was our very first purchase togeth as a couple. We bought the mondo blaze less than a month before we were married. I drove to our wedding ceremony in it. We made 4 moves with Mellow. Drove the deathly 24 hours from Washington to Arizona in him. He got us through Rexburg blizzards and Wash rainstorms. This is the car I drove to buy our pup Hooshie and take him on his first car ride ever. The car I drove all the kiddies I nannied around in and they would see a ghost in the backseat on a regualr basis&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....{thats for real}...m&lt;/span&gt;aybe we should've told the buyers that he's haunted.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all that schtuff is just the tip top of the iceburg. We name and get attached to all of our possessions. Cars more than anything. Oye...so much can happen in 2 years 4 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pic is when we just bought Mellow...Dec 2008...Bothell, WA. Waaaah. We'll miss ya Mell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591090258084844402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLhHncWtz_A/TZeK94RLU3I/AAAAAAAAB3w/llB4WqH1p9o/s320/mellow.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upward and onward! Now comes the fun part...on the lookout for a new ride. yss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4779910644399172034?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4779910644399172034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/carmellow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4779910644399172034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4779910644399172034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/04/carmellow.html' title='Car&apos;mellow&apos;'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLhHncWtz_A/TZeK94RLU3I/AAAAAAAAB3w/llB4WqH1p9o/s72-c/mellow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3260778463431406299</id><published>2011-03-28T17:10:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:09:52.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>major LEAGUE baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD6r1B6-P5w/TZFzzueXSUI/AAAAAAAAB3o/GN5Gt2BDifU/s1600/DSC_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589375945029404994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD6r1B6-P5w/TZFzzueXSUI/AAAAAAAAB3o/GN5Gt2BDifU/s400/DSC_1482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris and I met up with the Boudys &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Mel, Brand &amp;amp; Brax}&lt;/span&gt; to go to a MLB spring training game taday!! The overachieving sun was scorchin but the overall experience was pretty coo. We decided to go to the Mariners/Rockies game &amp;amp; I didn't have any Mariners merch so I wore my sweet shirt with the state of Washington on it and my Texas Rangers hat &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{the Rang's were playing not too far away so it's legit}. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no secret that I get a tad starstruck around any pro athletes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{ie...the post about the Suns game&lt;/span&gt;}...this doesn't really happen with celebs...just athletes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{ok both}.&lt;/span&gt; And we &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; to sit on the lawn right next to the bullpen. And there &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; to be players warming up. And I &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; to mention that I like the guy with the fauxhawk cuz he looked edgy..and deemed him my new favorite player on the spot. Because that's how I pick favorite players...I don't have to actually watch them play to be my fave. LEAGUE was his name...Brandon League. A lil while later we were getting ready to leave and I was standing watching the players and LEAGUE looked up at me and just stared at me for a sec so I waved to see if it was indeed me he was looking at or the couple of kids around me and he &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{ready for this?}&lt;/span&gt; waved back...looked away....then looked back up...did a lil head 'what up' thing...then flashed me a smile and just about blinded me with his pearlies. EGAAAAK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got so excited that I went back to Chris and told him all bout it with my starstruck eyes....I told him that I'm sorry but League just fell in love with me....I can't help what pro athletes I make fall in love with me. and Mel could totally back me up because he was looking for me after I walked away. this isn't just happening in my head ok??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So now Chris is happy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{slash}&lt;/span&gt; jealous because now I am a Mariner's fan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{slash}&lt;/span&gt; I have a fake crush on faux-hawked white toothed League. I told him not to worry...we're both married...and it was only a wave and a smile....but I am still getting a League jersey :):):) Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr...I don't have any pics from the game...gotta get those from the Bouds...just that one up there from before the game...I felt bad we were leaving the lil H all day so I gave him some shug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3260778463431406299?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3260778463431406299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/major-league-baseball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3260778463431406299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3260778463431406299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/major-league-baseball.html' title='major LEAGUE baseball'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD6r1B6-P5w/TZFzzueXSUI/AAAAAAAAB3o/GN5Gt2BDifU/s72-c/DSC_1482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-543892777654807469</id><published>2011-03-24T11:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:24:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAR-JAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqM8ivhwHM/TYuZZqh6UGI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/6Qf5vGBVHvI/s1600/target_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587728428875534434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqM8ivhwHM/TYuZZqh6UGI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/6Qf5vGBVHvI/s400/target_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw the most exciting thing right up on my YAHOO!! homepage today...ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;em&gt;'always-nicer-and-better-quality-but-because-of-that-you-feel-like-its-more-expensive'&lt;/em&gt; TARGET is actually &lt;strong&gt;LESS EXPENSIVE&lt;/strong&gt; than &lt;em&gt;'I-hate-walking-in-the-doors-but-always-end-up-shopping-here-because-they-are-cheap-and-have-everything'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WALMART&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Waaheee&lt;/span&gt;! The study peeps compared 35 brand name items that are sold at both stores and Target's total came out just a wee bit less. BUT Target also offers their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Redcard&lt;/span&gt; which gives you 5% off everything you buy. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laaaa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deeee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;...I never have to feel obligated to shop at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; again!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is this such a big deal? Because I hate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; with a passion and have always wanted to swear it off forever but I felt like as the shopper and woman of the household I needed to suck it up and shop at Wally's to save money. I dunno..its a psychological thing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{I know I can't be the only one that feels this way}.&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; I can feel totally free and prance around the clean, stocked and organized aisles and load my germ free cart up with quality inexpensive products that I love. PLUS I feel totally justified on getting a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Redcard&lt;/span&gt; immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take THAT &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; guy who made me wait for 35 minutes to get some spray paint and tried to run away from me while I was seeking assistance. I laugh in your face. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like to read about the study and get excited all over again go &lt;a href="http://www.wwaytv3.com/2011/03/24/which-better-deal-target-or-walmart"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. we are going to a private screening tonight for a movie that's coming out this summer! good thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cravin&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;popping&lt;/span&gt; corn ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-543892777654807469?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/543892777654807469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/tar-jay.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/543892777654807469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/543892777654807469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/tar-jay.html' title='TAR-JAY'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqM8ivhwHM/TYuZZqh6UGI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/6Qf5vGBVHvI/s72-c/target_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-2560199174059093654</id><published>2011-03-23T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:15:08.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty something</title><content type='html'>This picture was taken on my 2010 birthday in Washington....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586341050175809778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83M5vnHy-X8/TYarlmHpaPI/AAAAAAAAB0U/jQfxX0MmTII/s400/100_0824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this pic was taken on my 2011 birthday in Arizona....in the EXACT same position ...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes me gig&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586341055155275890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FsRK4-ewFY/TYarl4q2CHI/AAAAAAAAB0c/TsnRDcPdEbY/s400/DSC_1396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're all so grown up!!! Older and wiser...and stronger... and less hairy. haha. larve luv love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I mentioned what everyone that's away from me did but need to mention what my lil family that is here did with me. My husnand made my birthday celebrating so much fun! bathed me in prezzies. took me to another new eat spot. took me to the ultimate mall in Scottsdale &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{gasp!}.&lt;/span&gt; took me to the duck pond so we could laugh at the little hooie try to chase the quakers. and took me to cinemas to watch Brad Coop use his whole brain for 2 hours. it was exactly what I wanted and it was awesome. am I bragging again? sorry..gotta work on that. sike. no chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587173198849153026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsiVf86hUac/TYmgbBf8mAI/AAAAAAAAB1w/5C-aMKNOUIo/s400/DSC_1428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{I made these cupcakes just because I found these candles that have colorful flames! can't quite tell but the flame is whatever color the candle is. obviously extremely exciting!! haha!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587173212013929698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zE76DaOKGZ4/TYmgbyirJOI/AAAAAAAAB2A/YKwBBZbAUQY/s400/DSC_1463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{toasting with Maddog and Chris to end the day and weekend..using my birthday girl glass!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;germs, love and smoothies to all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-2560199174059093654?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/2560199174059093654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/twenty-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2560199174059093654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2560199174059093654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/twenty-something.html' title='twenty something'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83M5vnHy-X8/TYarlmHpaPI/AAAAAAAAB0U/jQfxX0MmTII/s72-c/100_0824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-11541231636688366</id><published>2011-03-23T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:51:24.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday kindness and stuff</title><content type='html'>i L♥&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VE&lt;/span&gt; MY BIRTHDAY!!!! I think everyone should love their own. its only one day a year that its all about you. I happen to label March 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; as the best day of the year. and everyone that knows me knows this about me. &amp;amp; this year I had one of the greatest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;badays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;. My family is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rully&lt;/span&gt; big on celebrating and even though not one single person from my family were with us...they all still made it so special for me. Everyone was asking me "what I want" and I told them that I'm old and incredibly mature now so I don't need presents..I just really like when I know people think about me and do thoughtful things. and I wasn't even lying and hoping they still just get me presents like I used to. They all know me too well..and did exactly what I love....celebrated me all week! Can I just gush about them and thank people? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;O'course&lt;/span&gt; I can..its my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sister Kimmie set up the most amazing and special "25 memories of Melissa" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dealio&lt;/span&gt; on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. 5 days before my birthday she started and posted 5 times each day of different memories of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' ME that she gathered from 25 people that know and love me. and it was so awesome to read 5 posts everyday from humans I love and seeing what everyone had to say...what they thought about me or the memories they had. I chuckled. I cried. I smiled. I grumbled. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL'ed&lt;/span&gt;. I reminisced.... it was unbelievable. isn't my sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kizkat&lt;/span&gt; just so extraordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So basically I just felt like everyone was celebrating my birthday all week. sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;-frog &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me pics and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vids&lt;/span&gt; everyday showing me how they were celebrating. Videos of my niece singing me happy birthday that made me cry. AND she put together a thoughtful box of happiness&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; {seen below}.&lt;/span&gt; And random texts..."here's a pic of Lu wearing purple for your birthday this week". loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{pronounced 'cake' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt; sent me 62 texts on my actual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;. And they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ub&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hilar&lt;/span&gt;. one of my faves out of the 62.... "...you're awesome. Like if you were a midget you'd be the tallest. Or if you were stupid you'd be the smartest stupid person. Or smartest smart person...whatever. Or the bluest avatar, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slipperyest&lt;/span&gt; penguin, giraffe with the longest neck, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mightyest&lt;/span&gt; mouse, spider with 9 legs. you get my gist". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I love my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt; special thanks-a-mil to everyone that shared their love, memories and happy wishes with me. You all are so incredibly thoughtful and just the greatest people on the planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And like I said....my family knows me too well. So even though I wanted &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and got}&lt;/span&gt; tons of thoughtful gestures...they also showered me with gifts. yes! i do love things. packages and packages full of love in present form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sharing pics of just a fraction of the gifts &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{ones I got pics of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;obvi&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt; to show my appreciation for you splendid givers that couldn't be here to see my open them with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gleeee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gracias&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587114535927810946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ly0NqYmvIIg/TYlrEZFmC4I/AAAAAAAAB0k/iyE7puMfV4M/s400/DSC_1441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{I'm trying to look just like her. can you tell from the seriousness?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587116637923128162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAri_D95Kb8/TYls-voVM2I/AAAAAAAAB1E/Y-twVE7qnQk/s400/DSC_1420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{the '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;melissa's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; table'}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587307360675483154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KA9TBb7-WDM/TYoacRP8zhI/AAAAAAAAB24/UU4m9EYVf5Q/s400/shoes.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{my springy wedges!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587314928350300082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEkzCYw9sZs/TYohUxCOh7I/AAAAAAAAB3I/3NPnCKaJPAE/s400/DSC_1416.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuppies&lt;/span&gt;..not a gift..well a gift to myself :)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587307353429584098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBoVGqhl1Sw/TYoab2QZKOI/AAAAAAAAB2o/SBMkWiB_28g/s400/DSC_1458.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{so excited for the '25 items that represent Melissa' box Kimmie and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lotts&lt;/span&gt; sent! presents that are also a game=best}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587173996695232114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-LC9tHgxpQ/TYmhJdtRnnI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/WuZjS-1UzZg/s400/DSC_1476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{I was about to snap a pic of my M&amp;amp;M socks with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;skanky&lt;/span&gt; green M&amp;amp;M that I love that were in that box above...but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; got in the way. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yittle&lt;/span&gt; face}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587313425045519810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_Gl99RFt5c/TYof9Qyb_cI/AAAAAAAAB3A/4qjQKw6ytOQ/s400/DSC_1469.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{heavenly scents. V. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; and P. Hilton &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perfies&lt;/span&gt;!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587173987507352930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqM6Cwxh-bY/TYmhI7ettWI/AAAAAAAAB2I/iF8c-aJJeus/s400/DSC_1471.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;apoth&lt;/span&gt; jar collection is growing...and collecting chocolate on its way}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AAAND&lt;/span&gt; the next day our favorites Mel and Brandon had us over for steak and shrimp kabobs, the cutest M&amp;amp;M cake and more gifts! love those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587174001040068050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmdE190EBfw/TYmhJt5KjdI/AAAAAAAAB2g/unH3hxFI7hI/s400/IMG01695-20110321-2003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{this mug was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;! rainbow chip cake with a pop of mini &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MM's&lt;/span&gt; is a winning combo. M&amp;amp;M's..get it...it's my nick name...Melissa Michelle :)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587173992098959522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJIm5gIZz1g/TYmhJMlcEKI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/nBYRpsiEJWg/s400/DSC_1472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{love this. so true. plus me and H are down there in the corner!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-11541231636688366?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/11541231636688366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-kindness-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/11541231636688366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/11541231636688366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-kindness-and-stuff.html' title='Birthday kindness and stuff'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ly0NqYmvIIg/TYlrEZFmC4I/AAAAAAAAB0k/iyE7puMfV4M/s72-c/DSC_1441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4396915779670369978</id><published>2011-03-22T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:20:37.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gradu-ay</title><content type='html'>I graduated from DA school! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hallelujah!!!! &lt;/span&gt;sunshine, rainbows, birds playing the strings and happy balloons full of hot helium!!! Hello free weekends and late nights where I don't have to study and I get to drink rooster boosters and watch reality &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and text people back after 9 pm!! feels great. And I officially turned down the first Dental office I had a working interview at. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bouta&lt;/span&gt; take it easy...enjoy not being incredibly busy and find a good situation/career for myself at a place that I WANT to work. lovely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lillis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wanted to share this camera phone pic from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; grad ceremony we had at the dentist office/school. Each person took a pic with the dentist and our teacher. Just the three of us...standing in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; line in front of all the guests watching. I am not comfortable in a pic unless I have a hand on my hip and am turned to my good side. so I just turned my right leg a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; so I didn't look like a soldier standing there &amp;amp; that is why it's extra-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587153901589497346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ameGRuivBo/TYmO3xmuBgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/O369yWkwL_8/s400/cid_photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a massage straight away after grad. congratulating myself. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fantast&lt;/span&gt; jump off to the birthday weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4396915779670369978?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4396915779670369978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/gradu-ay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4396915779670369978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4396915779670369978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/gradu-ay.html' title='gradu-ay'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ameGRuivBo/TYmO3xmuBgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/O369yWkwL_8/s72-c/cid_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-436939833980583408</id><published>2011-03-19T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:44:45.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my lucky cloves</title><content type='html'>All day long on the famous green St. Pat's day I tried to talk in an Irish accent....but it would only last for about half a sentence and then... I would turn into a pirate. Somethin like... top o' the mornin to ya..scurry ya wee bum in here and get a taste o' the corned beef orrrrrr else yer be walkin the plank..savvy? I don't know if any of that was actually Irish or pirate sounding but that's how it came out. I need to work on that since I am so irish judging by my skin and dead on accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm thinkin I definitely wanna carry on the St. Patrick's traddies I had growing up....candy all over the house, green freckles, everything misplaced from the Leprechauns visit and all kinds of likeminded madness. But since these traditions would not have the same affect with two adults...we'll wait on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just decided to &lt;em&gt;attempt&lt;/em&gt; to make a greenish dinner. It was both amazing and disgusting. &lt;strong&gt;Amazing&lt;/strong&gt; because it was all green and was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; corned beef and &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; because it was corned beef and did not taste good. Its a big hunka beef boiling away in its own drippings with something that smells like Christmas wassail seasoning it. Just not my cup o'tea. But it was very green and the rolo cookies were delect. So I'm happy. Happy late St. P's dia. pinch pinch pinch ya grinches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wants an awkward picture of our dinner? I just have an urge to show everyone the green wonders that we sent down our tubes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586055768281590914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBOD6MsU2nI/TYWoIAPyLII/AAAAAAAAB0M/p983i75GIgY/s400/DSC_1383.JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pet me I'm Irish&lt;/strong&gt;!!! get it get it?!? Like the 'Kiss me I'm Irish'! what a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586055761132782322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OYHfzel8PwM/TYWoHlnYAvI/AAAAAAAABz8/GdYgNahSI2A/s400/DSC_1364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-436939833980583408?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/436939833980583408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-my-lucky-cloves.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/436939833980583408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/436939833980583408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-my-lucky-cloves.html' title='oh my lucky cloves'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBOD6MsU2nI/TYWoIAPyLII/AAAAAAAAB0M/p983i75GIgY/s72-c/DSC_1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-6391563828486941157</id><published>2011-03-15T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:51:55.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brotherly bonding</title><content type='html'>So Chris' older and wiser broth DAN P. HAYES drove down from St. George to visit us! Very exciting to have a famous Hayes family member on our turf. Even though he only came down for like 2 1/2 days. We love him. He literally walked into our place carrying nothing but his PS3 and they plugged it in and turned it on and from that moment on they literally played MLB &lt;em&gt;2kwhatever&lt;/em&gt; every waking hour with the exception of the hours that they were at an &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; MLB spring training game making up nick names for the players and eatin 12 foot long supreme hot dogs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{&amp;amp; by twelve i mean one}.&lt;/span&gt; But that's what they do to brother bond. &lt;strong&gt;Sports&lt;/strong&gt;...it's how they share their brotherly love. And while they do that I make wreaths and roll around on the floor asking when its gonna be over so we can go get a QT and gossip or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on Monday night I demanded they turn off the video game system 'hate of my life' player and let me watch the Bachelor finale. So there we were...just me and three 20 somethin year old dudes watching the Bach. and they were totally into it &amp;amp; I was totally satisfied. Until the third hour when I was forced to go watch 'After the final rose' in the bedroom all alone while they turned on baseball &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Just so we're clear...I don't blame this on Dan...I blame it on Chris...he gets really obsessed with vid games and I literally have to call him on his cell phone from the bedroom where I am asleep at 1:30 am and tell him its time to come to bed because he has to work tomorrow. And that's why we don't have an xbox...or ps3...or whatever else the young hooligans play with these days. But in all sincerity...Dan was a great guest and he's so cool and fun and we had some good convos and he had some presh uncle time with the Hoosher..they have a cute love/bark relationship ;) Come back soooon Danny Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first pic is the cutest pic ever and I'm prob gonna be framing it. The handsome brothers. And lil Hoo winking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584509189458824786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nU5GptTvAXI/TYAphRKZDlI/AAAAAAAABzs/kT32YetG8bQ/s400/189334_593207442394_202300836_33150305_8387263_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This next pic was when Dan was leaving and I seriously said "I need you guys to be recreating what you did while he was here for this pic so I can blog about it". And this is what I got. Hahaha! Same exact pic as above....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584509194223222914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhi1sRZnFnQ/TYAphi6UAII/AAAAAAAABz0/Idfl-NeHtoE/s400/DSC_1350.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Chris just walked into the room and I told him I'm blogging about Dan's visit and he said "baaaabe....don't say that I played video games the whole time please". Hahahahahahahahahaha! Then I told him &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; that's what I'm saying and read the whole thing to him and he laughed and seriously said "you're good...you should go take a journalism class and become a Sports writer". Hahahahahaha. What?!?! That's exactly what I don't want to do...write about sports. Hahahaha..crackin.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-6391563828486941157?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/6391563828486941157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/brotherly-bonding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6391563828486941157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6391563828486941157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/brotherly-bonding.html' title='brotherly bonding'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nU5GptTvAXI/TYAphRKZDlI/AAAAAAAABzs/kT32YetG8bQ/s72-c/189334_593207442394_202300836_33150305_8387263_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-525853121120417168</id><published>2011-03-11T23:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:31:30.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frizzed</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...look at this homeless looking, overfed, freshly electricuted dog. Hahahahahahahaha! You can't even see one of his eyes. I absolutely love this picture. Taken this morning before I took the little hoo hoo to his vet/groomer appt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583073998836002834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrEI-sAR6RM/TXsQOLdW8BI/AAAAAAAABzU/ZeWpD9mFeBQ/s400/DSC_1338.JPG" /&gt; 2 shots and one &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; grooming sesh later he looked 3 pounds lighter, soft and lush, smelled divine yet had a huge problem with keeping his peepers open for a good &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl6vM_IOZwA/TXsQO0ucSWI/AAAAAAAABzk/Sd8HSX7nl50/s1600/DSC_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583074009913510242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl6vM_IOZwA/TXsQO0ucSWI/AAAAAAAABzk/Sd8HSX7nl50/s400/DSC_1342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tiny lil paws. awwwwwww. they look like cat feet. he's so cute I want to squeeze him til his head pops off. i won't though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUaoaF9L58w/TXsQOWUhr0I/AAAAAAAABzc/ThLU-K_26xM/s1600/DSC_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583074001751748418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUaoaF9L58w/TXsQOWUhr0I/AAAAAAAABzc/ThLU-K_26xM/s400/DSC_1343.JPG" /&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/3785857247914274280-525853121120417168?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/525853121120417168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/frizzed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/525853121120417168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/525853121120417168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/frizzed.html' title='frizzed'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrEI-sAR6RM/TXsQOLdW8BI/AAAAAAAABzU/ZeWpD9mFeBQ/s72-c/DSC_1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-9158697820780003218</id><published>2011-03-07T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:39:33.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color me excited!</title><content type='html'>I have found my nail polish colors for SPRING! I ♥ Spring..mostly for the holidays, the weather and the colors! The reason this find is so exciting? Let me back it up for a lil second. I gave myself the greatest manicure with OPI nail polish like 3 months ago. I was so happy with it and the names on the polishes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{they always make me chuckle like an idiot}&lt;/span&gt; that I formally declared I would start an O.P.I nail polish collection. And once I commit to a collection I am usually all about it. When I was younger I had quite a collect of...ahem...Pigs, stickers, beanie babies, pogs....the cool stuff. haha. But in my old age I have lost my collection commitment and up until this point I only have 4 OPI's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day my sis-in-law Bethany texts me...so excited...and tells me that OPI has a Texas collection! Now peeps...even though I was born in California and haven't lived in Texas in 5 years I obviously consider myself a Texan...because I lived there for 10 years...and grew up there through all the most important 'growing up' years. So I have a great deal of Texas pride....as any self respecting Texan should. So suddenly my Texas pride and my re-found OPI nailpolish love mashed together and sent me into a tizzy. Sometimes I get a lil obsessive...not ashamed. Bethany texted me the picture of the Lone Star State polishes and told me I needed them. Obvi I agreed 100%. Then I went online to see what the colors were and there was one called "It's totally Fort Worth it". That's where I lived! Fort Worth, TX! EEEEEE! Must have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to a beauty supply store directly across the street from my front door and there I beheld every OPI nail polish color for....om-heck....4 dollars each!!!! glorious day. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; there were a million boxes in front of the OPI collections and they told me the Texas collection hadn't been shelved yet so I would have to come back. So better believe I went back today &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{right after the dirty grocery store}&lt;/span&gt; and they still weren't shelved so I sat on the dirty floor and searched through all the little boxes for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; the Fort Worth one. AND I FOUND IT! Along with two other colors that made me happy for spring. what a victory. It doesn't take much my friends...not much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now my collection is well on it's way. proud to have these beauts in my possession...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581452250946294594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7t1D6luf0E/TXVNQBx1U0I/AAAAAAAABzE/_meD4no1h7U/s400/DSC_1332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{Do you Lilac it?- &lt;strong&gt;It's totally Fort Worth it&lt;/strong&gt;- Bubble Bath}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-9158697820780003218?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/9158697820780003218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/color-me-excited.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/9158697820780003218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/9158697820780003218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/color-me-excited.html' title='Color me excited!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7t1D6luf0E/TXVNQBx1U0I/AAAAAAAABzE/_meD4no1h7U/s72-c/DSC_1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-791853698566305924</id><published>2011-03-07T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:16:19.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anything 'fecal' is not my friend</title><content type='html'>I made the biggest deal ever about the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fecal Matter&lt;/span&gt; on the shopping carts. So much so that I was a wee bit frightened to go to the store. apparently I thought that suddenly invisible bacteria would be poo smeared all over the handle. So I held off until today's early afternoon hours...and when I went I was perfectly pleased to find that the anti-bac wipes were fully stocked and ready to use. whew.in the clear! So I pretty much wiped down the whole handle half of the cart. Two wipes later I got on with my shopping. Made it to the checkout safely. Thought I had made it out germ free. But after focusing on the credit card machine while paying I looked over at the bagger to see that she was loading my grocers into a different cart that was standing by while my germ free cart was still at my side. oh bullocks. after all that you're really gonna made me fecal-load my hands up? dagnab. I used my wrists like a crazy and walked the 10 feet to the wipes and wiped down the new and blemished cart &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and my wrists}&lt;/span&gt; just so I could take my cart to my car without gagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that study ruined my life. needlesstosay...I felt the urge to stop by the 99 cent store on the way home and snag these bad boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581462061109686722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYxe1aJG57A/TXVWLDfDMcI/AAAAAAAABzM/3dV9ISANEwg/s400/DSC_1335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never will I leave home without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-791853698566305924?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/791853698566305924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/anything-fecal-is-not-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/791853698566305924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/791853698566305924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/anything-fecal-is-not-my-friend.html' title='anything &apos;fecal&apos; is not my friend'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYxe1aJG57A/TXVWLDfDMcI/AAAAAAAABzM/3dV9ISANEwg/s72-c/DSC_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-2473152229924441812</id><published>2011-03-06T22:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:01:48.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dog&amp;dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;just a bunch o' lil VIDEO CLIPSSSSS!!!! I love watching vids and I would do a lot more for the blog if I had a better vid cam than my cell phone. horrrrrib quality. But I just realized how ridiculous and hilarious we get when we're playing with our pup. so I'm sharing these mugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My two guys are BFFs. Its like a little hug for my heart everytime I watch them play. This is their fave thing to do. When Chris walks into the room with his Seahawks hoodie on...Hooshie knows it's on and gets so excited. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd826ba5d25e56a5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd826ba5d25e56a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57DD79D284E47B24B966D921E6662C75A28FE2B2.2B4505B734315E3416D11AAB7F03CBAB40FF5EBE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd826ba5d25e56a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2GuBBEBTIRzE9xHLZ6khJ1vWvjc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd826ba5d25e56a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57DD79D284E47B24B966D921E6662C75A28FE2B2.2B4505B734315E3416D11AAB7F03CBAB40FF5EBE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd826ba5d25e56a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2GuBBEBTIRzE9xHLZ6khJ1vWvjc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This clip is from today. Nothin really happenin but I think its cute how Hooshie always sits right under Chris' hand when he's eating in case something just might drop. And it did...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ebf5a193951a4f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ebf5a193951a4f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D750DB778F4FCB52CA0E4A50711E2D3B895414851.65B01188563D657DD298AA2A3A66F652700E05D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ebf5a193951a4f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcq4DXJhCn47YZs15jjirAPw4Vq0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ebf5a193951a4f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D750DB778F4FCB52CA0E4A50711E2D3B895414851.65B01188563D657DD298AA2A3A66F652700E05D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ebf5a193951a4f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcq4DXJhCn47YZs15jjirAPw4Vq0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told Chris he needs to get the pup wild so I could get a cute video of them going crazy. But hoo was not feeling it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bcbbbb7d40a67c7c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcbbbb7d40a67c7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D348C9E7357C44DA5D87B87B70F7B35FB93D85154.515663FA6C9F7452A03BAF2D51244FDBDAC06942%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcbbbb7d40a67c7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmdcvGetelM6QFLecj82_nLM6ivY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcbbbb7d40a67c7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D348C9E7357C44DA5D87B87B70F7B35FB93D85154.515663FA6C9F7452A03BAF2D51244FDBDAC06942%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcbbbb7d40a67c7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmdcvGetelM6QFLecj82_nLM6ivY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cute boys. Chu &amp;amp; Hoo ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; here I am being absurd. I had a lot of energy built up..what can I say? i love us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a32a25d86825ef4c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da32a25d86825ef4c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A6FF2C5636C553870057721A6C01F8535368.217FBDBD382DEF5C307183D590F3B342461F3ADD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da32a25d86825ef4c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaacFvLNv3jW2rILjQuhZbJUdPh8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da32a25d86825ef4c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A6FF2C5636C553870057721A6C01F8535368.217FBDBD382DEF5C307183D590F3B342461F3ADD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da32a25d86825ef4c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaacFvLNv3jW2rILjQuhZbJUdPh8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-2473152229924441812?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/2473152229924441812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/dog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2473152229924441812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/2473152229924441812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/dog.html' title='dog&amp;dad'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5149664769425541001</id><published>2011-03-04T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:22:18.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be 4</title><content type='html'>So the lil "i'm-sometimes-cute-and-funny-but-mostly-hyperactive-and-rowdy" PB boy I get to play with during the week has everything he wants and more. Today we went to ride bikes outside. And by ride bikes I mean he picks out one of his 50 vehicles to ride and rides around the cul-de-sac 153 times while I stand in the sun with the 20 pound baby on my hip trying to suck on my J. Crew necklace...and everytime PB comes back around to where I'm standing he waves and laughs his head off...and if I look away for any percentage of a second he screams "WISSSSSSA watch me"!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of taking a picture while he was driving around in his mini Escalade. Then he tells me "I need to get out all my rides and take a picture". Suddenly it turns into Cribs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{you know the part where they show you all their cars, motorcycles, etc&lt;/span&gt;}: 4 year old edition. It takes like 20 mins and he gets out all his "rides" and lines them up perfectly so I can take a pic. It was then that I had a reality moment and thought...when I was 4 I think I probably made an imaginary car out of a cardboard box and a couple of milk cartons to play with...and even then I probably got it taken away from me from my 2 older sisters and was forced to watch them play with it while I was stuck imagining I had some crayons and paper to draw imaginary pictures with &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{JK MOM....jk, ok&lt;/span&gt;?}. I'm totally making that up of course because I have no memories from when I was 4. But it had to be something like that. I just know that I wasn't linin up all my "rides" and choosin between a Cady and a 4 wheeler. it's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just his "front yard vehicles".....hahaha....lil PB. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580070034131327234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2CdrAzZVV4/TXBkIa4zGQI/AAAAAAAABy0/9uIqbRMct4g/s400/IMG01617-20110217-1326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5149664769425541001?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5149664769425541001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wanna-be-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5149664769425541001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5149664769425541001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wanna-be-4.html' title='i wanna be 4'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2CdrAzZVV4/TXBkIa4zGQI/AAAAAAAABy0/9uIqbRMct4g/s72-c/IMG01617-20110217-1326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7978076199594876062</id><published>2011-03-03T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:25:53.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just fyi...</title><content type='html'>so I have never really cared about germs before. I mean I obvi wash my hands and change the sheets and squat in public restrooms...stuff like that. Im not a cavewoman. But now I carry anti-bac, disinfect everything, and i'm probably gonna start changing our pillowcases DAILY. My newfoundlove of killing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{just germs..not peeps}&lt;/span&gt; probably started cause my DA teacher told us that if you floss your teeth then put the floss under a microscope then you can see bugs wriggling around like they were having a dance party on your tartar buildup. Not happening. its just not. THEN I got this info from Regis and Kelly this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready for this? I dont think anyone can actually be ready...but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A study just found that grocery cart handles are dirtier than TOILETS. More specifically, they found more FECAL bacteria on grocery store handles than in public restrooms!!!! &lt;strong&gt;FECAL&lt;/strong&gt;. that means poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tested handles in grocery stores in 4 different states and found 72% of them contained fecal matter and half of them contained e-coli bacteria! i'm gagging. do you realize that means if you were dared to lick a grocery store handle for $20 and its like "sure I'll do that...for $20...no problem..I'll just buy myself some mouthwash with my winnings"...then you might as well just stick your head into a toilet after Doodoo Decaying Diana just walked out of the stall. it's just disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this study was taken by...of course...the University of Arizona. too close to home for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're welcome for ruining your lunch. now go wash your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7978076199594876062?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7978076199594876062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-fyi.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7978076199594876062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7978076199594876062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-fyi.html' title='just fyi...'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3341139992338127466</id><published>2011-03-01T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:45:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuristic</title><content type='html'>Sweet nectar lolligaggers it's March and I am in planning mode! In my circle of peeps &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{so like 4 &amp;amp; 1/2 people}&lt;/span&gt; I am famous for needing to have something to look forward to...or else melting down in a preteen tantrum. Chris is really good at reminding me to have joyinthejourney joyinthejourney joyinthejourney...happiness is a journey not a destination etcetcetc. But when I have something coming up I have a lil extra pep in my step. And the start of Spring always just feels so exciting...like something is coming. &amp;amp; starting in March we have plans for at least...6 months or so....which is good cuz we tend to get antsy. Thank you future summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tentative plans worth mentioning in the near future months:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March:&lt;/strong&gt; My Birthday! And I graduate from my dental assisting program....which means we can finally take our Mexico weekend trip! And I just heard that Dan my BIL might come down for spring break/spring training games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April:&lt;/strong&gt; Up to see George for Easter weekend. aka...St. George, UT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May:&lt;/strong&gt; Bachelorette Party In Vegas with my high school Texan friends!!!!!!!!! Then both of us will go to Texas and Oklahoma for Colette's wedding weekend. May is gonna be a constant party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June:&lt;/strong&gt; Moving time! Which also means taking a month to redecorate and organize everything. SO EXCITED. Now we just gotta find the house! And back to St. George for the Conner family reunion &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{thank you for the reminder kizzle}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{maybe end of June? I dunno.}:&lt;/span&gt; Washington for our sister's farewell. Last time we'll see her for 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August:&lt;/strong&gt; Trip over to San Diego. Then our supersilsis Kailey and her friend Brecken are visiting us in AZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall:&lt;/strong&gt; Texas again to visit our new niece that will arrive into the world in July! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Chris starts school at ASU! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; New York perhaps &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{we always leave the East coast out of things...}?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell this to you so you can jump on the opportunity and get yourself penciled in :) We will accept any and all offers of visitors. With the one condition that you bring us either fresh 'pink star' smoothies or a hug with a kiss and a lil pinch ;) lo lov love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3341139992338127466?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3341139992338127466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/futuristic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3341139992338127466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3341139992338127466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/futuristic.html' title='Futuristic'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-6158528560699808827</id><published>2011-02-25T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:38:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feb is almost over!</title><content type='html'>I had just a fantab day ta-day. Which was a needed breath of fresh air after the crappy week I've had. It was just the type of week that makes you plan countless vacations in your head...because you need one. so....TODAY: I didn't have to work&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{yesss}.&lt;/span&gt; Got my hilights touched up AND got $25 off thanks to my first Groupon purchase &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{guess i'm a group-ie now. haha}.&lt;/span&gt; Hit up the most &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Super Target&lt;/strong&gt; I have ever entered in my entire 24 years and 342 days &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{my bday is in 23 days thats how i know the exacts}.&lt;/span&gt; Bought a bunch of adorbo springy things for my niece &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{lil Louie}.&lt;/span&gt; Bought a jump rope and Cadbury Mini eggs because I wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{contradiction?}. &lt;/span&gt;Got to make lunch for Chris and Antho because they stopped in for a break during work &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{nice lil surprise}.&lt;/span&gt; Went out to din with my husband to the &lt;em&gt;Spicy Pickle&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{just for the sil name...&amp;amp; it really was frickin Spice!&lt;/span&gt;}. And got Chris to turn off espn to play dominos with me!!! Because we're wild like that on Friday nights. And those are just the good things in the day. sometimes all i need is a simple day to do what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooshie had a good day too. He got to take 2 poos. Plus he got a special gift from mama's trip to Target. this thingy makes me laugh. humans. 'Don't mind the humans". I have always liked referring to people as humans. like i'm an animal...or a vampire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577878227556667618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRF1LlfOCUM/TWiasfHmkOI/AAAAAAAAByU/PJ3aDrd9Jl8/s400/DSC_1326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he got to play dominos with his favorite humans. Don't mind me with my half-an-eye and joe dirt hair.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577878237930138834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv7ceIbiwMA/TWiatFw1LNI/AAAAAAAABys/9aWPG1dbfQQ/s400/DSC_1325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is he focusing hard on which to play. hahahaha! love this pic. He picked the winning hand btw....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577878232769862578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7taaOfYdrE/TWiasyihm7I/AAAAAAAAByk/_frU8cIsPaE/s400/DSC_1324.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry weekend peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-6158528560699808827?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/6158528560699808827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-funday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6158528560699808827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6158528560699808827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-funday.html' title='feb is almost over!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRF1LlfOCUM/TWiasfHmkOI/AAAAAAAAByU/PJ3aDrd9Jl8/s72-c/DSC_1326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4595905643076963899</id><published>2011-02-18T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:24:11.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>valentino</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574905092458812994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X3IIW4LpRg/TV4KpPyGFkI/AAAAAAAAByE/DxMfDnlg5IU/s400/loove.jpg" /&gt;I just rully like how Chris is gettin so solid at the husband thing. we had a &lt;em&gt;fab&lt;/em&gt; VDay of love thanks to him. usually I am the celebratory sally. but he took over this holiday. just call him harold holiday....if you will. I dont wanna get into too much detail...because I feel like I'd be braggin. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will say&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;the boy made a lovely homecooked breakfast...planned a scavenger hunt around our place with cutesie love notes and thoughtful gifts... a romantic night out to dinner...and dessert and a movie snuggled in bed. it was just adorb. i &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; it. I love my Chris and my hoosher. i love my family. i love my friends. and I love holidays. thank you love you bye. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574482304580904098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTWblXoXHDo/TVyKHwM-5KI/AAAAAAAABwE/G1EZw2z-YmY/s400/168995_588590295194_202300836_33094032_4053700_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{happy VDay from the hoosh monster}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574482423973008738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqgpLOZVge4/TVyKOs-R1WI/AAAAAAAABwU/oEY0CLqgSuo/s400/180033_588804964994_202300836_33098436_7147288_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{going out to dine on italian.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574532951204896978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDrquB0mUGE/TVy4LxlHINI/AAAAAAAABxU/2nc5NTcJ6Bs/s400/DSC_1303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{heart shaped Strawberry Pizza...made by moi. &amp;amp; seriously delish &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{if i do say so myself}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0HfpEZMPO8/TVy4fD2PaUI/AAAAAAAABxk/M3kn2NYu4iI/s1600/DSC_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574533282526095682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0HfpEZMPO8/TVy4fD2PaUI/AAAAAAAABxk/M3kn2NYu4iI/s400/DSC_1321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {oh ello heart strawbs, fruit dip sauce and sugar cookie crust}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l1OSBWWnvvA/TVy4Wo4NEXI/AAAAAAAABxc/ExJYeQ-56Y0/s1600/DSC_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574533137847619954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l1OSBWWnvvA/TVy4Wo4NEXI/AAAAAAAABxc/ExJYeQ-56Y0/s400/DSC_1308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {sippin on some love in a wine glass}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4595905643076963899?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4595905643076963899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4595905643076963899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4595905643076963899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentino.html' title='valentino'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X3IIW4LpRg/TV4KpPyGFkI/AAAAAAAAByE/DxMfDnlg5IU/s72-c/loove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3264398101673234436</id><published>2011-02-17T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:04:17.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our second marriage</title><content type='html'>we got married again! except we didn't and we just feel like we did. these two awesome photographer girls we know are starting a wedding photog business and asked the husb and I to be their wedding models. so we got all spiffed up and recreated our wedding day looks for the shoot. it was ha-lot of fun. we shot at an awesome &lt;em&gt;castle&lt;/em&gt; with beautiful picture perfect spots, a ballroom, fountains &amp;amp; a huge wide field outside. 'twas truly blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things I would change if I could rewind 2 years and make any changes to our wedding day. 1. our photographer. i was not so happy with our pictures. and I mean... really...those are some important memories to capture. 2. My hair &amp;amp; makeup...it looked fine when it was done but it didn't turn out in the pics. i was frizzy and ghostlike 3. our first dance. we didn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing this shoot we got to have our wedding pics retaken. &amp;amp; I can't wait to print out the beautiful shots they got! I also got my hair and makeup done and I loved it in person &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; in the photos. &amp;amp; while takin pictures we danced in the gorgeous ballroom to the cute lovesongs playing. with just us and the fun photogs. that totally counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pictures to share from the shoot because...well...they are for their business. But I will say that I have seen some and they are positively beautiful. Jackie and Yadira are so talented. we are so happy to have had that opportunity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've taken some pics while we were in our formal flocks but I didn't. all I got are the ones after we got home..stuffed ourselves with panda express and QT... and passed out. apparently posing takes a lot out of ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574540104507688354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-musHolylS8I/TVy-sJtZhaI/AAAAAAAABx0/_1r6-tlvL_A/s400/DSC_1287.JPG" /&gt;{my fancy face and head...and my ultimate comfie outfit}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574540097651190050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPAuqgGWi08/TVy-rwKrqSI/AAAAAAAABxs/kuL7a3Dup6c/s400/DSC_1292.JPG" /&gt;{he was very annoyed that I was trying to take pictures after we JUST got done with hours of picture taking. he'll thank me later}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574482773161971218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9aoz99NoPg/TVyKjBzajhI/AAAAAAAABwc/ursIfFkMRQY/s400/fhmm%2Bfnie.jpg" /&gt;{I love this pic for one reason...my intriguing COUTURE woman hanging in my bathroom to the left. I'm obsessed with that pic. and it feels like she's posing for this pic with me. and its so rand that its almost freaky. and I just took 22 bobbies out of my hair. that's a record.} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3264398101673234436?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3264398101673234436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-second-marriage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3264398101673234436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3264398101673234436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-second-marriage.html' title='our second marriage'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-musHolylS8I/TVy-sJtZhaI/AAAAAAAABx0/_1r6-tlvL_A/s72-c/DSC_1287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7945801339794378837</id><published>2011-02-16T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:43:46.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly funnies</title><content type='html'>Was last week just a really funny week for everyone? Or was it just a completely normal/average week but I was extremely busy and sleep deprived so everything was just funny to me? Or do i just have funny people around me? why am I trying to figure it out. Either way... I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following three instances occurred last week. The dog provided me with no entertainment...it was all my sil husnand. Each leaving me in a fit of giggs. I decided to blog these random diddies so when we're 101 and have alzheimers we will have these to read and remember when we were young and stupid. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{anyone else watch Grey's Anatomy? The alz thing is freakin me out...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{one}.&lt;/strong&gt; one completely average night we were nestled into our bed. I think it was like midnight. I was about halfway between wide awake and dreamland and C was sitting up watching TV&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{as usual}&lt;/span&gt; when I was snapped into cruel consciousness by a ripple sound and the obvious "500 times less than pleasant" smell that followed. seriously Chris..in the bed? i take a peek at his face to confirm that he was aware of what just happened&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; {since he usually tries to act oblivious &amp;amp; I can tell from just one look if that's the card he's gonna try to play&lt;/span&gt;}. I give the most annoyed look i can come up with mid sleepiness and roll over grumbling "seriously...uhhhh...you know I can't stand nast stenches...the bathroom is 5 feet from you...you will rue this day...etcetcetc.." then feel him get up and walk out of the room. prob to watch TV&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{&amp;amp;tooter}&lt;/span&gt; in the living room without me complaining...and i start to fall into treep once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I am halfway between reality and soundsleepness again when I feel wet sprinkles on my face. and the sprinks smell rather pleasant. I generally fall asleep freakishly fast so I wait a sec to decide if I am dreaming about rain or possibly spray tanning or if that is, in fact, wet sprinkles hitting me. so I open my eyes and see my smartie other half standing across the bed from me with his arm up in the air right under the fan and spraying a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; bottle of Febreeze straight into the full force fan!!! ayecaramba man seriously?...are you really trying to fix the problem that is long gone now? I try to look mad for a sec but he hasn't stopped spraying so it keeps hitting me and it friggin tickles. So I start cracking up and pull the covs over my face then he's encouraged and jumps on the bed and tries to pull my shield of covers off and we both thought it was hilarious and fun and then he secured his place back on the bed and I fell asleep prob 53 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still don't know how that sneaky guy won me back over making me sleep in a damp bed with a pungent laundry smell. but it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{two}.&lt;/strong&gt; on friday we were snuggling on the couch relaxing after a long day. &amp;amp; I just wanted to stay right freaking there and not move a muscle. But he wants to change the laundry to get his gym clothes out. i tell him there's no way that's happening. &amp;amp; he says there's no way to stop him and starts getting up ninja fast. I try to hold him down so he can't move from the position but with his brute strength &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{haha brute} &lt;/span&gt;he obvi just pops right up. So I swing my legs around to get up before him so I can run to the laundry room and block him out. But in both of our determination to win something goes awry... &amp;amp; I kick him right in his "theresnowaytostopme" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dramatically throws himself to the floor and hides his face so I will think his face has been permanently dented in or something. i start my "ohmahgossshhh are you ok.....etcetc" and he whips around smiling as if to say "haha I fooled you". But the joke was on him because when he whips around to show me he's faking and he should be an oscar winning actor he actually has a puddle of blood on his lip and its actually got a "igotkickedintheface" cut. So he's sitting there smiling at his acting abilities and I am smiling at him having no idea that in reality...i really did win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{i obvi told him and ran to get ice so it didn't swell for our photo shoot the next day} {and we obvi both laughed bout the whole debacle}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{three}.&lt;/strong&gt; So I was granted permission by the Mr. to tell the previous stories. But I did &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; get clearance for the final event. straight up denied! so lets just say.... it involves... 1) a nudie man dripping wet from the shower 2) a hilarious march through the living room and 3) a beyond funny one liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you could've been there. except not really at all..because that would be awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7945801339794378837?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7945801339794378837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekly-funnies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7945801339794378837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7945801339794378837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekly-funnies.html' title='weekly funnies'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-7273372305786473132</id><published>2011-02-09T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:17:06.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a big BOWL of SUPER!</title><content type='html'>We love us a good superbowl. Chris loves the football part and I love the food part. so we had some friends over...and our out-of-towners o'course. watched the game on our leftover floor bed. laughed at the comms. Ate the football snackies. and played battle of the sexes at halftime. when the Packers won we all celebrated with the kazzoo blower celebrators. Then had a night of chucks and giggs playing games until it was time to call it a night. that is a SUPER bowl... if you ask me. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571561629173769026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVIpyEcZY0I/AAAAAAAABvs/6bkzJcfFSjw/s400/DSC_1275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{the food table. minus the pizza. and the football shaped oreos that I forgot about. AND the taquitos. i suck. grrr}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571561623700888914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVIpxwDj3VI/AAAAAAAABvk/r9tyYz5fgKE/s400/DSC_1270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{that is some 7 layer dip. tasted diff with the guac on top...but it needed to look like a field. ob.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571561623423785234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVIpxvBfmRI/AAAAAAAABvc/s80587PuM44/s400/DSC_1266.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{football chocolate covered strawbs. is there a better/cuter idea? no there isnt}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571561638628985618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVIpynqsixI/AAAAAAAABv0/8BDl80hyTGE/s400/DSC_1279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{i love when people give into my posey posing commands. yesssss!!!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-7273372305786473132?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/7273372305786473132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-bowl-of-super_09.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7273372305786473132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/7273372305786473132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-bowl-of-super_09.html' title='a big BOWL of SUPER!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVIpyEcZY0I/AAAAAAAABvs/6bkzJcfFSjw/s72-c/DSC_1275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3647092631878875257</id><published>2011-02-08T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:13:52.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes&lt;/em&gt; we have friends. And that is only when we fiercely &lt;strong&gt;force&lt;/strong&gt; peeps to come into town to see us. so we forced Chris' college roommate JUDY aka Brandon Judy and his seriously lovely wifey Cassie to drive down from Bakersfield to visit us. And by that I mean that the guys planned on them coming down for the superbowl and I was last to find out about it. But we are SO GLAD they came and we had amigos for a weekend. &amp;amp; it was just a blissful blast all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my 8 hours of deathly dental class on Sat we attended a "Chocolate affair" Chocolate Festival in Glendale. Mention Chocolate and I'm obvi there asap. It was more like a carnival and not like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{like I imagined}...&lt;/span&gt;but it was ha-lot of fun. We viewed a giant chocolate santa, ate a deep fried snickers and laughed at the Judys eating a frozen chocolate dipped banana. good times. Then we partied in downtown Tempe. And by partied I mean...went to Chilis. chilis chips and salsa IS a party. Then we went home and made a giant floor bed with 13 blankets &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{I counted when I cleaned it up just last night} &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and watched What Happens in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{which btw is the most underrated movie because its so hilar and in my top 5 movies in life}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with QTs and popcorn with MMs. SUCH a glorious day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I invented a new game called "guess who is in the picture". Which is not a game at all. Its just what you have to do when I take a pic with my phone camera. And the more I look at it the funnier I think it is. Hahahaha. blurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571164956888133970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVDBAtBr8VI/AAAAAAAABvU/zVCF6Khv4N4/s400/iygutf.bmp" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{MD, Sar, Em, Cass, Jude}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571164947830764402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVDBALSPc3I/AAAAAAAABvM/GTRvM070GlM/s400/179677_587728527184_202300836_33080157_2173173_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{my deep fried piece of paradise.} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571162955779192866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC_MOUIuCI/AAAAAAAABu0/72KwQdviiNE/s400/DSC_1261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{our sweet floor bed. &amp;amp; our slumber party.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571162960022302498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC_MeHxbyI/AAAAAAAABu8/gSs2IprWCn4/s400/DSC_1263.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Former roomies. &amp;amp; just funny characters. JUDY, Maddog &amp;amp; PJ}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571162963033707522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC_MpVv1AI/AAAAAAAABvE/0K7JqADAZoM/s400/DSC_1264.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{my new friend Cassie}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{btw thats my new fave "i'm sloppy because Im chillin at home" outfit. my Lauren Conrad leggings and Chris' Hollis' henley sweatshirt..the most comfy thing I've ever beheld. ever.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3647092631878875257?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3647092631878875257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3647092631878875257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3647092631878875257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-sometimes.html' title='just sometimes'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVDBAtBr8VI/AAAAAAAABvU/zVCF6Khv4N4/s72-c/iygutf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-380716567202155115</id><published>2011-02-08T12:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:57:12.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love comes in red &amp; pink!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE this LOVE colored sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571159952957364690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC8db7n2dI/AAAAAAAABt0/QVP9zjwm17k/s400/DSC_1240.JPG" /&gt;That's the evidence of us tearing into the famous themed parcel my MIL sends for all the holidays. we're pretty much obsessed with them. I literally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squeal&lt;/span&gt; with delight when Chris runs in yelling "the package is here!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull each item out with care and admire the thought and creativity of it before moving on to the next. While Chris pushes everything aside to pull out his NO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xplode&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clif&lt;/span&gt; Bars that he already knows are gonna be in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is red and pink! And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VDAY&lt;/span&gt; love themed. it set a great mood for the rest of the day. Everything is hearts and sugar and smell goods and just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adorb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once its all out we usually have a set pattern of the next hour: Chris shreds open the jerky {or anything else edible} and starts researching whatever his "man gift" was, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hooshie&lt;/span&gt; goes wild with his new toy that is always in there {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he literally won't let it leave his sight}&lt;/span&gt; and I eat all the See's candy, set everything up to take a "documentation" picture then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;decorate&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all fit our roles so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571159957117023634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC8drbXNZI/AAAAAAAABt8/7Y0i4TWETWw/s400/DSC_1241.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Notice my new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; Alphabet set&lt;/strong&gt;! my fave item..in this package and in life}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571159945638121954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC8dAqlEeI/AAAAAAAABts/G3fNNYd3Ghs/s400/DSC_1236.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. so handsome}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC8vFsqMkI/AAAAAAAABuE/Ht8oG2xc1fE/s1600/DSC_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571160256226669122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC8vFsqMkI/AAAAAAAABuE/Ht8oG2xc1fE/s400/DSC_1252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{this look is a mix of "i love my gift" and "you're not touching this ball"}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-380716567202155115?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/380716567202155115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-comes-in-red-pink.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/380716567202155115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/380716567202155115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-comes-in-red-pink.html' title='love comes in red &amp; pink!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TVC8db7n2dI/AAAAAAAABt0/QVP9zjwm17k/s72-c/DSC_1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-6025224122166469743</id><published>2011-02-01T00:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:14:46.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smarty paws</title><content type='html'>Draw the curtains and hold the phone because our pooch......is a genius. i have called the cute but mostly stinky and often clueless poop-faced pup a lot of things. &amp;amp; genius is not usually one of them. but &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;...he showed his true colors. and the colors were... Albert Einstein. the little fluffernutter squash was home alone for a couple of hours today and he spent those hours trying to figure out how to skillfully let us know that he is really a human trapped in a dog's body. and his profession is secretly a mathematician. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{hahaha can you imagine him sitting there punching in some numbers on his calculator? haha} &lt;/span&gt;He took on this feat using nothing but the blank canvas that is the living room floor and the flips flops from our overflowing shoe basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we left with the floor completely clear and came home to three perfectly separated piles of shoes in the middle of the floor. He separated the shoes into piles of 1, 2 and 3 shoes! and he sat in front of them beaming proudly at us. Is this real life? bet your asterisk it is. Hoosher totally pulled a "babe the pig" and communicated with us through flip flops &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{and one TOMS shoe}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...there is no other explanation. we never come home to all our shoes from the shoe basket spread all over the floor...in piles or not. he saw the opportunity and seized the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up. I busted up laughing the moment I took it. Noble Hooshie standing in front of his masterpiece. Like a child holding up their school test with a big "A+" on it. Hahahahahaha. hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568597342219540866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUehx3AuGYI/AAAAAAAABs4/E8mjy62UMxc/s400/genius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-6025224122166469743?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/6025224122166469743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/smarty-paws.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6025224122166469743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/6025224122166469743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/02/smarty-paws.html' title='smarty paws'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUehx3AuGYI/AAAAAAAABs4/E8mjy62UMxc/s72-c/genius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8680354908220953491</id><published>2011-01-30T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:54:31.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and in sports news....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNxMMPsucI/AAAAAAAABsg/jvtg1QwSgYw/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567418018619505090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNxMMPsucI/AAAAAAAABsg/jvtg1QwSgYw/s400/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me just explain some solid facts real quick. Chris is a hardcore Celtics fan. I am a loyal Mavericks fan. Those are our teams &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no questions asked no matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That being said...since we are soaking up the whole Arizona experience...The &lt;strong&gt;Suns&lt;/strong&gt; are our adoptive team...just so we can go to games and have someone to crazily cheer for and what have you. I mean....Nash &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been my second favorite player in the league since he &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a MAV...PLUS my favorite color is purple...so its fitting and it's fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Chris and I redeemed him birthday present I got him and went to the Suns game on Wednesday night against the Bobcats. It was SO MUCH FUN. so much. Once in an arena i get extremely NBA obsessed. I'm obsessed with the whole atmosphere. And also once I get a single glimpse of someone famous...even just a wee nibble...i get extremely star struck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So picture this....there we are a couple mins before tipoff and chris is reviewing player's stats and I'm gawking at...everything. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly&lt;/span&gt; I spot the one earring wearing, security protected, all attention getting, Space Jam starring, shiny bald headed legend himself....&lt;strong&gt;the one and only&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you handle this&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;MICHAEL &lt;/strong&gt;freaking &lt;strong&gt;JORDAN&lt;/strong&gt;! Goodness gracious great balls of fire. He walks in and sits to watch his team &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{the bobs}.&lt;/span&gt; and we happen to be sitting behind the visitors bench....20 rows back but still. we were only 20 rows away from MJ! I stared at the back of his bald as can be head for at least half of the game waiting to obsess over his every move. after we got over the initial shock of being in the legends presence...i got back to marveling at the wonder that is Steve Nash&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; {i love his nash-ty hair. haha} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a time out we decide we need to text everyone that would care that we are in the same room as Michael Jordan. which would be our family membs and none else. My favorite response was from my brother...he texted back: "Throw something at him. The greatest basketball player in the history of all life as we know it. better do something to make him look at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/em&gt; only scottee. Meanwhile, my little sister responds by sending me pic messages of her outfit for the next day and asking my advice. ohhhh...the difference between boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly...no joke....subway subs start falling from the ceiling with little parachutes attached to them. we didn't catch one but Chris looked at me in awe and said "I'm at an NBA game with my girl, Michael Jordan is sitting in front of us, one of my fantasy basketball players just scored for me and subway is falling from the sky. this is the best day ever". Hahahahaha. that guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we now have a life goal to own season tickets. muah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8680354908220953491?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8680354908220953491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-in-sports-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8680354908220953491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8680354908220953491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-in-sports-news.html' title='and in sports news....'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNxMMPsucI/AAAAAAAABsg/jvtg1QwSgYw/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-4283506550389662747</id><published>2011-01-28T18:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:37:26.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection. in cookie form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNsz1hVgJI/AAAAAAAABsY/x1pkyEi3o7g/s1600/DSC_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567413202156093586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNsz1hVgJI/AAAAAAAABsY/x1pkyEi3o7g/s400/DSC_1223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these scrumptious stuffed sweets caught my eye &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;obvs&lt;/span&gt; they would}&lt;/span&gt; on another blog and I had to try the recipe immediately. The result made me happier than the day I realized there were other clothing options than overalls. two of my all time favorites mixed into one. my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lanta&lt;/span&gt;..try these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckas&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oreo Stuffed Chocolate Chip Cookies!!!! Best thing ever? quite possibly. You think that its gonna be weird and you're gonna bite into a hard oreo. but you're wrong...the chocolate cookies soften and it all kinda melts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567396326279425874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNddh-zL1I/AAAAAAAABsA/wbZLTPn1UAE/s400/DSC_1210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567396330993763586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNddziyRQI/AAAAAAAABsI/dvn90V5o9ZE/s400/DSC_1214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567413198371131554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNszna7kKI/AAAAAAAABsQ/ovpOSdvD1ls/s400/DSC_1220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{this is right out of the oven..still kinda doughie.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To check out how to make these lovely littles you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.beckybakes.net/2011/01/20/oreo-stuffed-chocolate-chip-cookies/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; blog. thank me later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-4283506550389662747?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/4283506550389662747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfection-in-cookie-form.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4283506550389662747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/4283506550389662747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfection-in-cookie-form.html' title='perfection. in cookie form.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUNsz1hVgJI/AAAAAAAABsY/x1pkyEi3o7g/s72-c/DSC_1223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1887367462778634896</id><published>2011-01-23T13:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:13:44.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrub a dub dub</title><content type='html'>I always wanted to wear scrubs. &amp;amp; Now that I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; wear them I don't know why the idea was so glorious back then. I mean...it &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; nice feeling like you're wearing PJs all day....or comfies as I like to call 'em. &amp;amp; it's no secret that they just look suuuper sexy... i think i'll try to give myself a 'McDreamy' or 'McSteamy'-esque nickname and try to get other people in the office to call me it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTyK1jaWBaI/AAAAAAAABro/Pfc7xXx_0rA/s1600/dentist%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568120964348771026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUXwhBJp-tI/AAAAAAAABsw/Z-RKcErc30g/s320/dentist%2B2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I just really like being a dental assistant so I can practice on my dog and husb with various items around the house as instruments. no matter what they may say...they love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562870715769969842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTNJcVDkXLI/AAAAAAAABqA/QdljbVISlYU/s400/DSC_1157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1887367462778634896?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1887367462778634896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/scrub-dub-dub.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1887367462778634896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1887367462778634896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/scrub-dub-dub.html' title='Scrub a dub dub'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TUXwhBJp-tI/AAAAAAAABsw/Z-RKcErc30g/s72-c/dentist%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-1914576393367403628</id><published>2011-01-20T22:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:56:19.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what.</title><content type='html'>I like to answer questions about myself. Because myself is my favorite subject. &amp;amp; I like when people judge me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; the for real reason is because I have about 1.5 hours during the day at work when the kids sleep and I just clean up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt; then check blogs and shop online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I just discovered this Q&amp;amp;A &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thingmajig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cyberfriend's&lt;/span&gt; blog &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{can't believe I just used the word &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; but i feel good bout it}&lt;/span&gt; and it's just really entertaining to me. So now I have one of these &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question Corners&lt;/span&gt; {just to the left there &lt;---} and I am publicly announcing it so someone will ask me questions so I can talk about myself and cut down on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; playing I mean...cleaning time. So...feel free to ask as ya may. And if no one asks me questions then I am quiting my job and tattooing an "L" to my forehead. Because I can only take so much free time for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cryin&lt;/span&gt; out loud&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; {laugh laugh laugh}.&lt;/span&gt; The other day I got so desperate that I turned on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bridalplasty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BRIDALPLASTY&lt;/span&gt;! and it made me think less of myself for being a viewer. But I am a pretty interesting person once you get past the guarded and sarcastic personality. And everyone else get this question thing and I will ask you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ridic&lt;/span&gt; questions. loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently it's all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;...so if you have something you've wanted to say to me without me knowing it's you...now would be the time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-1914576393367403628?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/1914576393367403628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1914576393367403628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/1914576393367403628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-what.html' title='say what.'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8216443927411191009</id><published>2011-01-18T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:16:00.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of the Crafts</title><content type='html'>I have yet another curse. I like to call it...wait for it....The Curse of the CRAFTS! Remember when I was cursed with &lt;a href="http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2009/07/curse.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;? Same type o' deal here. I just started noticing a pattern. Call it what chu may...laziness...carelessness...but I call it an old fashioned curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the deal. EVERYTIME I have been "crafting" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{if you will}&lt;/span&gt; these past couple of months... something bad happens. Just to name a few: I get green paw prints tracked through my live room, I hot glue stained my pants, my wreath melted, and now...I 9th degree burned myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was gluing the par-cheesy lil VDay trinkets to the wreath when I dropped some freshly hot glue enhanced lips onto my big toe!!! I let out a string of replacement curse words to help me deal with the momentary pain in Tammy the Toe. I ripped the lips off my toe &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{something I never thought I'd say}&lt;/span&gt; and beheld the disturbing scene. The hot glue PEELED the skin OFF my toe!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How hot can that glue be?&lt;/span&gt; So now I have like a 9th degree burn and it hurts to shower and my stup dog keeps trying to lick it. not kidding. it's so nast. I took a pic JUST for this blog to make it more dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:&lt;/strong&gt; this photo may or may not be as bad as I have made it out to be but the wetness of the injury will make you barf. And just remember...I didn't slice my toe with a cheese grater like it may look like...this is from a drop of hot glue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563400001424942450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTUq0zxXZXI/AAAAAAAABrg/-hYxp7EfxGI/s400/curse.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ewwwwwww. I know. I put a pic of my open wounded TOE on my blog for everyone to see. But what can I say...I like to keep it real. And I want everyone to feel bad for me. Send me Albertsons cookies if you do. Thanks. I'll keep you updated on the curse. It's getting pretty serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8216443927411191009?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8216443927411191009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/curse-of-crafts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8216443927411191009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8216443927411191009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/curse-of-crafts.html' title='The Curse of the Crafts'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTUq0zxXZXI/AAAAAAAABrg/-hYxp7EfxGI/s72-c/curse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-371921390786668860</id><published>2011-01-17T18:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:16:03.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>faves</title><content type='html'>My two favorite things of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I found a dollar in the pocket of my black jeans that I decided to slip on today. Only a dollar. But it was a small victory on my day off. Gonna go buy a QT delight with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I jumped on the bed where Husband was laying and gave him a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huuuuge&lt;/span&gt; smooch. He pulled away and gave me a funny look then said "Did that taste like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whoopie&lt;/span&gt; cushion?". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whoopie&lt;/span&gt; cushion. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! he had just blown one up. so we proceeded to use the &lt;strong&gt;whoop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it cracked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day wasn't too eventful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-371921390786668860?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/371921390786668860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/faves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/371921390786668860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/371921390786668860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/faves.html' title='faves'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8205931380219821658</id><published>2011-01-17T17:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:20:40.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for my VDay Wreath...</title><content type='html'>Welp...here it is...the candy wreath I made for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentine's Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563310154380646066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTZHBculrI/AAAAAAAABqw/inT7w7eP6EA/s400/wreath%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563310173981758866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTZIKd_1ZI/AAAAAAAABrI/2TdLlNWdzEE/s400/wreath%2B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I do realize that they do look like VDay erasers you would get in elementary school. But it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; is candy. But it does &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; taste good. Kinda like candy corn...but even more plasticky. But i think it looks pretty lovie and cute. The candy shapes include lil cupids, lips and hearts! so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563310165391105586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTZHqd03jI/AAAAAAAABrA/rz-SUVTqxBE/s400/wreath%2B3.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you come visit I won't hold it against you if you take a lil lick to see what I mean. 'Cept it has a sealant spray on it so that might not be such a good idea. But Happy Early Valentine's day peeps! Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8205931380219821658?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8205931380219821658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-for-my-vday-wreath.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8205931380219821658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8205931380219821658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-for-my-vday-wreath.html' title='Time for my VDay Wreath...'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTZHBculrI/AAAAAAAABqw/inT7w7eP6EA/s72-c/wreath%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5552955195034539952</id><published>2011-01-17T16:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:30:02.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresser Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've had a spark of crafty inspiration recently. Soooo I started like 6 craft projects at one time. And I've just finished 2 of them. The first was a dresser I bought off E-Bizzy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{ebay o'course}&lt;/span&gt; and I repainted it to match our room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dresser in original form... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563294503223052674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTK4AV-SYI/AAAAAAAABqI/U-CA1d6lbUk/s400/dresser%2B1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty much complete {minus the white vinyl detailing I'm gonna add}... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563294512965331842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTK4kotq4I/AAAAAAAABqQ/CyCo7hD6cOs/s400/dresser%2B2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Before... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563294523453020722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTK5LtLGjI/AAAAAAAABqY/LYYW5Rcy-5M/s400/Dresser%2B3.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After. The pink items are part of another craft project in the works {!} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563294526148774850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTK5Vv5C8I/AAAAAAAABqg/GgApF93VjoE/s400/dresser%2B4.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm pouting because I want my mom and sisters to be here to help me with the others. Hirumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5552955195034539952?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5552955195034539952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/dresser-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5552955195034539952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5552955195034539952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/dresser-up.html' title='Dresser Up!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTTK4AV-SYI/AAAAAAAABqI/U-CA1d6lbUk/s72-c/dresser%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-3153560905161176407</id><published>2011-01-14T13:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:59:30.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BDay to the Man O' The House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTCpwdu0T6I/AAAAAAAABpo/Ay8KOjQ19yI/s1600/use%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562132189882372002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTCpwdu0T6I/AAAAAAAABpo/Ay8KOjQ19yI/s400/use%2B5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;husb&lt;/span&gt; is 26! Chris and his Brother Dan are the same age for 2 weeks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{which I think is just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rully&lt;/span&gt; cool}. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;celebratin&lt;/span&gt;'. So we partied all day. And by 'partied' I mean: &lt;em&gt;chocolate milk toast&lt;/em&gt; at midnight to start the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; off right, &lt;strong&gt;breakfast in bed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{i finally accepted the fact that I am an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awf&lt;/span&gt; breakfast food maker. just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!}, opened presents after work, then had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIESTA&lt;/span&gt; at our place with his work friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; friends Mel and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braxie&lt;/span&gt; ;)}. &lt;/span&gt;And my version of the term 'Fiesta' comes complete with &lt;em&gt;Squirt margaritas&lt;/em&gt;, a taco bar, non-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hispanic&lt;/span&gt; music, non-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hispanic&lt;/span&gt; games and &lt;strong&gt;chocolate kit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; and PB chips cake&lt;/strong&gt;! Of course, all the guys turned the night into "The Pacific" watching party. But hey...its a guy thing. Had to be a fun night for Chris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLUS at the end of the night after everyone left I got to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; C with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Chris words guessing game".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Which included tons of "Chris Words" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{words that people think of when they think of him}&lt;/span&gt; attached to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; gifts that represent the words. Cheesy? I think so &amp;amp; I ♥ it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone of our family members gave me two words and I seriously teared up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; the words one by one while I was preparing the game. Some were funny, some sweet, some were just "so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt;" and it made me really proud to be married to this guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had to guess who said what words in order to open the present attached. And with his competitive nature it was really funny to watch him stress out about guessing correctly. But it was so much fun sitting there, the four of us &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maddog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{a.k.a Anthony who is Chris' college roommate that is living with us for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; while. who we love having here &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoosh&lt;/span&gt;} &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;watching Chris read all these words about him that the people that know him best came up with. I live for moments like that. Well, those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the moments when he's dancing to songs in the background of commercials ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Example&lt;/em&gt;: One word was "protective" and this was the gift attached. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! Lil &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WWE&lt;/span&gt; thumb war fighters. And another word was "friend" and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the friendship bracelet he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562132177620220018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTCpvwDSuHI/AAAAAAAABpY/-kXVcDRk6r8/s400/use%2B3.JPG" /&gt; Some more pics from the day. So mad at myself for not getting any good "fiesta" ones. But he's pretty studly in these ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562132164871391714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTCpvAjvCeI/AAAAAAAABpI/bDA80qvGseo/s400/use%2B1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday boy in his morning glory! adore this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562132169213305634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTCpvQu7YyI/AAAAAAAABpQ/b2_0xHniEQQ/s400/use%2B2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Kit Kat Cake! He requested Chocolate with Chocolate. So I made 2 layers double chocolate with kit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kats&lt;/span&gt; holding it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562132184615928978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTCpwKHMxJI/AAAAAAAABpg/LQMjHyeU544/s400/use%2B4.JPG" /&gt;26 &amp;amp; 24 pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So Happy 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to the man of the house! We didn't wanna stop celebrating so he's ditching his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; work trip this weekend so we can go on a birthday date to try out &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; new food place we found. Yes! I love marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-3153560905161176407?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/3153560905161176407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-bday-to-man-o-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3153560905161176407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/3153560905161176407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-bday-to-man-o-house.html' title='Happy BDay to the Man O&apos; The House!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TTCpwdu0T6I/AAAAAAAABpo/Ay8KOjQ19yI/s72-c/use%2B5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-5534341016071602776</id><published>2011-01-04T16:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:09:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Things</title><content type='html'>So I am super &lt;em&gt;PANNOYED&lt;/em&gt; cus my nose is starting to run and I keep snotty sneezing and I just don't want to get siiiiiiiick. Can't my body just wait until Friday so I can finish work this week? Rude. So I am just trying to focus on the positive like the optimistic girl I am &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{why did I just hear each of my family members laughing when they read that?}. &lt;/span&gt;These are things I am L♥VING right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Cricut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I'm in love. This CRICUT is not a creepy crawly creature....it is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ultimate personal electronic craft cutting machine&lt;/span&gt;. I mean...its so high tech that you just feel cool using it. My Parents in Law got it for me for my birthday!! My birthday isn't until March but my MIL decided I needed it when we were home for Christmas. AND she didn't get me just the standard 'color of an office copier' one...she got my the purple stylish one with an extra accessories kit!!! I am just rully rully excited 'bout this. So...after we packed all of our Christmas gifts in the suitcases we brought we didn't have any room for my Cricut so we had to ship it to ourselves. And it just came in the mail &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; while I was already at work so I am so excited to get home! EEEEE! Plan for my day off: cut myself some vinyl words for the wall and make some insanely cute thank you notes for everyone who got me a Christmas gift! I'll start with you Theo and Michelle! Tanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558532483701396594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TSPf1_N91HI/AAAAAAAABpA/aNq2rC_u2fo/s400/cri.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We are officially Arizonians...Arizonans...Zonies? I don't know what they are called but we are them. It was time for our SUV to get registered again so the Washington Plate came off and the Arizona plate &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{only 1...they don't do a front one..weirdos}&lt;/span&gt; went on.&lt;strong&gt; Plus&lt;/strong&gt; we got our Arizona Driver's licenses last month. And we didn't change our clocks for daylight savings. So slap our butts and call us Zonies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am delighted to say that my husb has decided to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; get an XBOX and games with his Best Buy gift card work bonus thing. Instead he got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surround sound speaker system blu ray player thing &lt;/span&gt;for the living room. And he decided that &lt;strong&gt;on his own&lt;/strong&gt; without me even talking about how he plays XBOX too much because he wakes up in the middle of the night to do a draft on Madden. I think it's because he is turning 26 next week and he's feeling too old to play vid games. Whatev the reason...I am perfectly pleased. AND he just did a little dance around the living room because he finished setting it up and he's really excited! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hooshie's new favorite sleep spot is on our bed right in between us curled up into a little ball. And it's the cutest thing ever in life. Plus we washed him with delicious shampoo this week so he is extra soft and he smells amazing . It's like a living car air freshener...for our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got a new calling at church and now I am teaching CTR 5. Funny lil 5 year olds that say the darndest things. They crack me up and I am so excited to teach those cute guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am only working a half day tomorrow but still getting paid for the full day. And my 'boss' gave me $50 steak vouchers....so i have delicious Ribeye in the fridge calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am happy and feeling less sick. Rambling helps the snifflies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-5534341016071602776?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/5534341016071602776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/6-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5534341016071602776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/5534341016071602776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/6-things.html' title='6 Things'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TSPf1_N91HI/AAAAAAAABpA/aNq2rC_u2fo/s72-c/cri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785857247914274280.post-8441768601572464098</id><published>2011-01-02T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:18:37.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Eleven!</title><content type='html'>I'm lovin the fact that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; holiday season doesn't end with Christmas. because that would just be depressing. annnd we like to keep the party going. We have our anniversary right after Christmas &lt;strong&gt;then &lt;/strong&gt;New Year's &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; Chris' birthday &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; of our sibling's bithday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{which we will celebrate even though we're not with them}.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; that's all within a month of Christmas! party on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So henny-vay, I tote can NOT believe it is 2011 right now. Seems like just yesterday we were all freakin out because it was almost the year 2000 and all electricity everywhere was going to suddenly not exist or something weird and made up out of nowhere. I probably did about half of my 2010 to do list last year. This year I have some serious TO DO's that I am completely commited to doing NMW! Including &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{but not at all limited to} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;training for a HALF marathon, move into a house, start my new career, travel to New York. The list is long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to &lt;em&gt;celebrate&lt;/em&gt; the brand spankin new year we were so excited that the newlyweds, Dad and Lisa, decided to drive down to these parts for a quick trip! &amp;amp; Our superfun cousins Lolo and Sum put on a rad NYE party and we partied the night away with tons of food, games, toasts and fireworks! Welcome to our lives 2011...can't wait to see what you have in store for us! Seriously, be good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557684864677558850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TSDc8ESrukI/AAAAAAAABo4/CvjuG3QRRuw/s400/DSC_1094.JPG" /&gt; {Getting ready to ring in the New Year}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557682399974375282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TSDasmjpv3I/AAAAAAAABoI/I4ZGw6gUgmU/s400/DSC_1055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{This is how excited I am for 2011}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557684834526447394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TSDc6T-GRyI/AAAAAAAABow/fSXBuq91ZNw/s400/DSC_1076.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{And apparently this is husband's excited face...and his &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mormon party drink&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557684831143053698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TSDc6HXbyYI/AAAAAAAABoo/hGMAZ_yEl6g/s400/DSC_1095.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{ We ♥ our first visitors of 2011! Had fun...tanks for coming Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Conner}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785857247914274280-8441768601572464098?l=chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/feeds/8441768601572464098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-eleven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8441768601572464098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785857247914274280/posts/default/8441768601572464098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisandmelissahayes.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-eleven.html' title='Twenty Eleven!'/><author><name>MelissMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02622340244215624250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/SwB6GbrOXAI/AAAAAAAAArY/iAlhyNhNxgU/S220/DSC04225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfLscsDPTM0/TSDc8ESrukI/AAAAAAAABo4/CvjuG3QRRuw/s72-c/DSC_1094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
