<?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-26962997</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:20:02.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Yammering</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-7546183700568351497</id><published>2010-10-15T07:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:35:11.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week in French Land</title><content type='html'>So... what have I learned thus far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you miss a french word or two you wont be getting coffee AND a water. No, you'll be getting coffee with ice cubes inside.&lt;br /&gt;If you accidentally drip water on some peoples kitchen floors while doing the dishes they'll lose there S**T!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the women are haters, I'd have to say majority of the men thus far are creepers, AND, as in most places I'm sure, the homosexuals are more open and friendly to people that are "different" and would love to trap you a corner of BCBG chatting and flapping their wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a country, yes this province feels like a country, of lovers where the majority claim it's no big deal not to marry, I notice that most of the good looking men have rings on. So clearly there are women here that know how to lock that down. I should find these women and ask how they did that... but they are nowhere to be found. Maybe they got "locked in" at home with a baby on their knee while the men get to keep trolling the waters... something doesn't sound to surprising about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bitter, it really is a beautiful BEAUTIFUL province and if you want to feel like you're in a European adventure this is the best place to start, but I AM quickly learning why the french people seem so excited and easily angered out here... I think it's because they're surrounded by beautiful scenery but a whole lot of nothing to do! Pretty sure the ruler of french land was like "Ok, ok calm down people! How about we give you hundreds of pubs. Would that make you happy? Not enough... hmmm... ok, pubs with over 100 options of beer in them? Still no... ok, and to add to it, you can buy booze at the corner store, the cafes, gas stations, ANYWHERE and pay less then a dollar a beer!"&lt;br /&gt;The french crowd goes wild.&lt;br /&gt;Then men get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;And the women stay home with the babies.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, sounds lovely, but at the end of the day, I'd still be mad to.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I'd end up one of the women at home with nothing to do... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t24AyhYa5tU"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-7546183700568351497?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/7546183700568351497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=7546183700568351497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7546183700568351497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7546183700568351497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-week-in-french-land.html' title='First Week in French Land'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-6818106197425859474</id><published>2010-10-14T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:22:31.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Years??</title><content type='html'>I look back now and see a couple comments... I then realize I have no idea who those people are, but if they want to listen to me yammer, then I probably should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Quebec City... a super English girl in the midst of a SUPER french province.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a challenge trying to navigate my way through this one, and I'm not sure how long I'll be here, but I'll tell you one thing, I'm sure I'll have a lot to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't lost you all, please do come back and see where I end up.&lt;br /&gt;I may start a new blog but I'll be sure to let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO sex in QUEBEC city" is probably the way it'll go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me figure this one out and I'll keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-6818106197425859474?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/6818106197425859474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=6818106197425859474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/6818106197425859474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/6818106197425859474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-many-years.html' title='How Many Years??'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-8868525613380429</id><published>2009-09-08T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:05:48.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again... I just can't wait to be on the road again...</title><content type='html'>Remember that song?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It's great...  and true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October I'm planning on playing my way all the way to U2 in Phoenix!&lt;br /&gt;You know what the best part about that is?  (And no, not that the random Black Eyed Peas are opening for them)  &lt;br /&gt;That I get to stop in Nebraska and Old Mexico on the way down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just decided to play my way there and have already booked two gigs so, if you live in the area please come on out!&lt;br /&gt;If you know someone that does spread the word for me would ya ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yet to route the trek home but I have my fingers crossed for Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;Grab a flight and come join me there if I book it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you're in Winnipeg, come out and see me with a full band at The Regal Beagle on Oct. 9th.  Featuring the fabulous Jonny Moonbeam and drums and the overly talented Dale Brown!  (If that's even possible - haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-8868525613380429?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/8868525613380429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=8868525613380429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/8868525613380429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/8868525613380429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-road-again-i-just-cant-wait-to-be-on.html' title='On the road again... I just can&apos;t wait to be on the road again...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-8464735783043575990</id><published>2009-08-12T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:29:51.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All that's new...</title><content type='html'>Well, my house is being torn apart and put back together in slow installments, I run The Garrick Centre, and I'm taking a road trip, I can't afford, to Arizona in the fall to see U2 and the Black Eyed Peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that... not a whole lot is new.&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm also taking a little time out from playing gigs to work on new songs, perfect old ones, and get some recording done with my fantastic fiddle player Dale!&lt;br /&gt;He IS the cats pajama's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get the chance, please join us on Monday Nights at Le Garage in St. Boniface for our jam nights.  It's a goooood time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/SoMIyBXvd0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/kYgiFh30EqM/s1600-h/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/SoMIyBXvd0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/kYgiFh30EqM/s320/Slide1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369144836210259778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-8464735783043575990?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/8464735783043575990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-8063022182256011356</id><published>2009-01-03T13:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:55:33.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again!</title><content type='html'>Yup that's right!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting set to head out on yet ANOTHER fun filled adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Thursday I'm leaving for Las Vegas, renting a car, and taking it from there.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how these are the kinds of things I always wanted to do as a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;Live carefree and travel wherever and WHENEVER I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have found myself to be somewhat broke from time to time because of this, but that just means work harder when I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have found myself not being able to play my guitar or write because I'm too busy working and so that means I have to some how find a balance.&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how being "carefree" still comes with it's stresses.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could sell my house, move back home and take it from there... but that doesn't sound all that carefree either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw well, all in all, I guess I prefer it this way.&lt;br /&gt;Stress lines on my face and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-8063022182256011356?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/8063022182256011356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=8063022182256011356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/8063022182256011356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/8063022182256011356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-2708177372891078432</id><published>2008-10-25T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:47:33.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been over a YEAR?!</title><content type='html'>Wow... time flies when you fall in love!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, I think I'm going to start this bad boy back up again.&lt;br /&gt;I've been on so many adventures over the past year, and starting to finally get going again.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure that means it's time to "blog"&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the COOL thing to do any more since Myspace and Facebook took over, but... I think it's fun and I hope you will too.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well because then at least you'll come on back and read what I'm yammering about!&lt;br /&gt;Until the release of my next post of awesomeness, &lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-2708177372891078432?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/2708177372891078432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=2708177372891078432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/2708177372891078432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/2708177372891078432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-over-year.html' title='It&apos;s been over a YEAR?!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-3425677216130575800</id><published>2007-08-27T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:32:15.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelwood Music Fest and Shine Thru the Rain Fest</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how this is going to work but... if you click the link below I think it will take you to the photos I have posted with the comments beside them...  &lt;br /&gt;Let's give it a go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=13029&amp;l=08d5b&amp;id=547585737&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... no...  you need to copy and paste that link to check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH FOR PHOTOS AND FUN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-3425677216130575800?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/3425677216130575800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=3425677216130575800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/3425677216130575800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/3425677216130575800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/08/kelwood-music-fest-and-shine-thru-rain.html' title='Kelwood Music Fest and Shine Thru the Rain Fest'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-265028660213011720</id><published>2007-08-16T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:39.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-to the-Rout-to-the-F-to-the-est!</title><content type='html'>Trout Fest... &lt;br /&gt;The best festival I've been to, to date!&lt;br /&gt;It was small and it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Great People, Carolyn Mark, fantastic jams, Carolyn Mark, rain and sunshine, Caro- and did I mention Carolyn Mark?!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;She was there!&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite female songwriters and yeah... we hung out.&lt;br /&gt;The first night we arrived there was a CRAZY rain storm!  Once Carolyn Mark was done playin' we, Little Black Dress, headed back to the performers camp ground to get in on the jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-zT_kKSI/AAAAAAAAASI/54qdeqesbd0/s1600-h/IMG_4229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-zT_kKSI/AAAAAAAAASI/54qdeqesbd0/s320/IMG_4229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099410466839734562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was still rainin' pretty hard we did a little jammin' in the Fink-mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-nD_kKRI/AAAAAAAAASA/hFbZS0E3c7Q/s1600-h/IMG_4232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-nD_kKRI/AAAAAAAAASA/hFbZS0E3c7Q/s320/IMG_4232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099410256386337042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa was pretty happy to finish that bottle b/c then she could play it.&lt;br /&gt;Yessssss!&lt;br /&gt;Finky and Lyns are pretty much in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-dj_kKQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jwPt3o6dUcc/s1600-h/IMG_4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-dj_kKQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jwPt3o6dUcc/s320/IMG_4238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099410093177579778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, so are Lynsay and Vanessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-ST_kKPI/AAAAAAAAARw/vhPgtC9_i7E/s1600-h/IMG_4244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-ST_kKPI/AAAAAAAAARw/vhPgtC9_i7E/s320/IMG_4244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099409899904051442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  Well... I appear to be somewhat of a gong show providing random entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;I think Lynsay just wanted to jam "Rappers Delight" on that bad boy as quick as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-Ij_kKOI/AAAAAAAAARo/VJSK7wqNuoU/s1600-h/IMG_4253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-Ij_kKOI/AAAAAAAAARo/VJSK7wqNuoU/s320/IMG_4253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099409732400326882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rappers Delight we did... Folk Style.  Vanessa played the jug, Lynsay the slide whistle and I was the fool that had to rap.&lt;br /&gt;It actually ended up being a nice filler between two od our songs.&lt;br /&gt;Since Vanessa's boyfriend didn't come out this time, I was lucky enough to have a snuggle partner.&lt;br /&gt;Which was good since it got SUPER cold the second night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9_D_kKNI/AAAAAAAAARg/N3KuOpWklaE/s1600-h/IMG_4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9_D_kKNI/AAAAAAAAARg/N3KuOpWklaE/s320/IMG_4264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099409569191569618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we played a workshop and a show,&lt;br /&gt;It was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS93T_kKMI/AAAAAAAAARY/GXjodHZA_vc/s1600-h/IMG_4269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS93T_kKMI/AAAAAAAAARY/GXjodHZA_vc/s320/IMG_4269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099409436047583426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9wT_kKLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aMe9tssf7XY/s1600-h/IMG_4271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9wT_kKLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aMe9tssf7XY/s320/IMG_4271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099409315788499122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me finger painting between gigs)&lt;br /&gt;We got fantastic feedback and had a GREAT time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9nz_kKKI/AAAAAAAAARI/TPGe2hFp6Ig/s1600-h/IMG_4277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9nz_kKKI/AAAAAAAAARI/TPGe2hFp6Ig/s320/IMG_4277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099409169759611042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9dD_kKJI/AAAAAAAAARA/zRKwy90nreU/s1600-h/IMG_4283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9dD_kKJI/AAAAAAAAARA/zRKwy90nreU/s320/IMG_4283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099408985076017298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the next night was ALSO a jam night and Alex played the girls to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon we were invited to join a traditional wine and cheese party just before we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9UT_kKII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OGGSRa7smvM/s1600-h/IMG_4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS9UT_kKII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OGGSRa7smvM/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099408834752161922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, that was Trout Fest and... I can't wait 'til next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-265028660213011720?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/265028660213011720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=265028660213011720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/265028660213011720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/265028660213011720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/08/t-to-rout-to-f-to-est.html' title='T-to the-Rout-to-the-F-to-the-est!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RsS-zT_kKSI/AAAAAAAAASI/54qdeqesbd0/s72-c/IMG_4229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-3078222149469903561</id><published>2007-07-11T09:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:39.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Jam night and Folk Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RpTs46hsE5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/NV99GGtM6ro/s1600-h/FolkFest2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RpTs46hsE5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/NV99GGtM6ro/s320/FolkFest2007+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085950341735519122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RpTs06hsE4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z815j66VlN8/s1600-h/FolkFest2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RpTs06hsE4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z815j66VlN8/s320/FolkFest2007+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085950273016042370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you gotta do... you gotta copy and paste this link to check out the photos!&lt;br /&gt;How about that?&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a GREAT idea.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=8532&amp;l=59e58&amp;id=547585737&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight I hope to find time and actually post the photos on here as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-3078222149469903561?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/3078222149469903561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=3078222149469903561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/3078222149469903561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/3078222149469903561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-jam-night-and-folk-fest.html' title='Wednesday Jam night and Folk Fest'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RpTs46hsE5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/NV99GGtM6ro/s72-c/FolkFest2007+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-8874126309083804307</id><published>2007-06-05T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:39.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>Wow was it full of adventures!&lt;br /&gt;We played Kenora, Winnipeg and Brandon in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;What was to be a quick trip to Kenora ended up being an all nighter.&lt;br /&gt;After our audition we met some new 'friends' that ended up taking us to the 5 star resort fishing lodge they worked at, a 1/2 hour boat ride at night, to play for the workers and american fishermen at their bar in the middle of no where.&lt;br /&gt;We jammed all night for the most lively crowd we are yet to play for.  We then stayed in an amazing $400 room, enjoyed the outdoor hot tubs, the food, the veiw, breakfast and another 1/2 hour boat ride back to the main land.  All paid for by them just b/c we came out to jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(put your mouse on the photo to see the captions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w65.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w65.photobucket.com/albums/h217/melissaplett/1181055210.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s65.photobucket.com/albums/h217/melissaplett/?action=view&amp;current=1181055210.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it back to Winnipeg with 45 min to spare before our quick afternoon gig at the Wolesely Arts Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RmW1_JmsuwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kMCXDP-no4A/s1600-h/ma3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RmW1_JmsuwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kMCXDP-no4A/s320/ma3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072660651817351938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RmW12ZmsuuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-9iddDcsgSs/s1600-h/lbdsat"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RmW12ZmsuuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-9iddDcsgSs/s320/lbdsat" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072660501493496546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was off to Brandon Manitoba to play Lady of the Lake.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my wonderful American friends were able to make it up, a crew rolled in with us from Winnipeg, and a bunch of Brandon locals became friends as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w65.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w65.photobucket.com/albums/h217/melissaplett/1181069447.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s65.photobucket.com/albums/h217/melissaplett/?action=view&amp;current=1181069447.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long long weekend but wow did I learn a lot.  And boy oh boy was it fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the energy I have in me tonight... I hope you're satisfied and come back for more photo stories soon!&lt;br /&gt;(psst. my birthday's this weekend so you know I'll have somethin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love &lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-8874126309083804307?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/8874126309083804307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=8874126309083804307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/8874126309083804307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/8874126309083804307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RmW1_JmsuwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kMCXDP-no4A/s72-c/ma3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-7247370744062748900</id><published>2007-05-29T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:27:53.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comin' Up!</title><content type='html'>If you live in Brandon or a little drive away, come on out for a night of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h217/melissaplett/LittleBlackDress-brandon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be worth the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-7247370744062748900?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/7247370744062748900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=7247370744062748900' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7247370744062748900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7247370744062748900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/05/comin-up.html' title='Comin&apos; Up!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-1999370723330249008</id><published>2007-05-26T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:43.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Update</title><content type='html'>Alright so... I was going to post pictures of the awesome campout my family decided to have while Sandra was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIyJNfnXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ioujn3ej6Uk/s1600-h/IMG_3483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIyJNfnXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ioujn3ej6Uk/s320/IMG_3483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069022144397024626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how my Mom tries to deny the gyspy blood in us, then pulls the camper out close to our fire pit, which is JUST beside their house, and encourages a family campout.&lt;br /&gt;Ha - sure Mom - friggen gypsies&lt;br /&gt;Innes wasn't allowed inside the camper or screen porch, where San and I slept, so she cuddled up just outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIopNfnWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ewDIfqmO5ww/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIopNfnWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ewDIfqmO5ww/s320/IMG_3463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021981188267362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIZpNfnVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/x7gIRf4X2Cs/s1600-h/IMG_3467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIZpNfnVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/x7gIRf4X2Cs/s320/IMG_3467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021723490229586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIGZNfnUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qtBMfjjnGK4/s1600-h/IMG_3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIGZNfnUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qtBMfjjnGK4/s320/IMG_3458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021392777747778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljH45NfnTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JfOMYRHBL4c/s1600-h/IMG_3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljH45NfnTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JfOMYRHBL4c/s320/IMG_3478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021160849513778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love campouts!  LOVE them.  Even if they're just in my parents back yard.  Heck, I've had one in MY back yard and I live in downtown Winnipeg!&lt;br /&gt;So Little Black Dress did a little rehersing (every Wednesday), but this was a 'special' one.  Why?  Well Lynsay had been doing some yard work earlier and was showing it off to us.  That's when we found that the neighbors thought her back yard was the garbage...&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa had some clean up work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljHmpNfnSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3CgXU8SHVlY/s1600-h/IMG_3568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljHmpNfnSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3CgXU8SHVlY/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069020847316901154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rehearsed in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljHcJNfnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LdlVnYMDkHw/s1600-h/IMG_3564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljHcJNfnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LdlVnYMDkHw/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069020666928274706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned on an earlier blog, my trip to Vancouver wasn't all we had hoped it to be.  Nathan was sick pretty much the entire time so he didn't really get out and about with me.&lt;br /&gt;One morning we did grab breakfast and met these fine cowboys from Alberta.  This man was so proud of the photos on his phone, his house and ranch, AND his massiv belt buckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljHMZNfnQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/y9YcHtcNsdg/s1600-h/IMG_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljHMZNfnQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/y9YcHtcNsdg/s320/IMG_3583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069020396345335042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the veiw I enjoyed every morning after I went to the bakery and Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljHDZNfnPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Gbw6lkBVK5I/s1600-h/IMG_3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljHDZNfnPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Gbw6lkBVK5I/s320/IMG_3585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069020241726512370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned around in that very spot, THIS was the veiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljG75NfnOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UBWDTplXDZo/s1600-h/IMG_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljG75NfnOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UBWDTplXDZo/s320/IMG_3586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069020112877493474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening I showed off my cooking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljGy5NfnNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/H68SFRb1hQs/s1600-h/IMG_3593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljGy5NfnNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/H68SFRb1hQs/s320/IMG_3593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069019958258670802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one afternoon we took a walk to Stanley Park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljGg5NfnMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hs_vPVyQYKg/s1600-h/IMG_3606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljGg5NfnMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hs_vPVyQYKg/s320/IMG_3606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069019649021025474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljGRJNfnLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AIRjeaxBSXM/s1600-h/IMG_3615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljGRJNfnLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AIRjeaxBSXM/s320/IMG_3615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069019378438085810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljF8JNfnKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EPGdX53dJU4/s1600-h/IMG_3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljF8JNfnKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EPGdX53dJU4/s320/IMG_3622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069019017660832930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning Nathan joined me at good ol' bux.  Mmmmm... STARbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RlixY5NfnJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PoojyJlHVYU/s1600-h/IMG_3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RlixY5NfnJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PoojyJlHVYU/s320/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068996421837888658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the flowers Nathan gave me.  I think these almost replace Gerber Daisies in my heart b/c they actually scent up the entire house!  They smell BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rliw7pNfnII/AAAAAAAAAOI/S6u8d8f1eBY/s1600-h/IMG_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rliw7pNfnII/AAAAAAAAAOI/S6u8d8f1eBY/s320/IMG_3631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068995919326715010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the last day Nathan started to feel better, hmm... funny how that works hey?  (kidding)  So we got to cram a lot in to the day including breakfast, Granville Island, IKEA, and SUSHI&lt;br /&gt;Man this stuff was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliZ5JNfnHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/STmqOaaVLRE/s1600-h/IMG_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliZ5JNfnHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/STmqOaaVLRE/s320/IMG_3637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068970587609603186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to a pretty busy Little Black Dress schedual which started off at the Millenium Centre.  Vanessa had to make a quick change from black to red so we snuck into an office for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliZjZNfnGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/r6r6ZlT64RQ/s1600-h/IMG_3638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliZjZNfnGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/r6r6ZlT64RQ/s320/IMG_3638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068970213947448418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue was in an old, marble decorated, bank.  Nice building for the fashion show, not a nice building for bands.&lt;br /&gt;Not the best photo but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliXv5NfnEI/AAAAAAAAANo/sIwyKXYavFU/s1600-h/IMG_3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliXv5NfnEI/AAAAAAAAANo/sIwyKXYavFU/s320/IMG_3658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068968229672557634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound whipped around the room and back at us in a buzzing sort of sound.  It was rough.  They didn't have lights set up for the night and we brought the sound system... it was a long night.&lt;br /&gt;As the fashion show went on we had to go stand in the corner b/c apparently we were being to loud.&lt;br /&gt;This photo represents how we felt - the hillbilly's that no one invited but nobody wants them to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliZU5NfnFI/AAAAAAAAANw/6nTG4locopE/s1600-h/IMG_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliZU5NfnFI/AAAAAAAAANw/6nTG4locopE/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068969964839345234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out to the country to hang out with my family and ride these sweet bikes.&lt;br /&gt;Anth's tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliXCZNfnDI/AAAAAAAAANg/5T7qc88540k/s1600-h/IMG_3668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliXCZNfnDI/AAAAAAAAANg/5T7qc88540k/s320/IMG_3668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068967447988509746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliW1pNfnCI/AAAAAAAAANY/ly8iyr756oo/s1600-h/IMG_3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliW1pNfnCI/AAAAAAAAANY/ly8iyr756oo/s320/IMG_3674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068967228945177634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we played The Park Theatre and broke in their new sound system which, I'm not gonna lie, is FANTASTIC!  I'm SO pumped to play that venue now!  The sound is GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;Then last night we were asked to play during a convention on the Provanche Bridge so we grabbed a quick bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliWRpNfnBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7a-bnzNTW5g/s1600-h/IMG_3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliWRpNfnBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7a-bnzNTW5g/s320/IMG_3675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068966610469886994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headed out.  What I thought was going to be a long and cold night ended up being a ton of fun!  LBD danced around from 10 - 12 and managed to fight off the cold and make a couple new 'friends' along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliWDJNfnAI/AAAAAAAAANI/5V7ufUzqtn8/s1600-h/IMG_3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliWDJNfnAI/AAAAAAAAANI/5V7ufUzqtn8/s320/IMG_3676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068966361361783810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, I wanted to share with you my new proud investment... my pink mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliVx5Nfm_I/AAAAAAAAANA/oF8nEMrTaqI/s1600-h/IMG_3683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RliVx5Nfm_I/AAAAAAAAANA/oF8nEMrTaqI/s320/IMG_3683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068966065009040370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it sound great but I feel like Gem and that... THAT is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-1999370723330249008?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/1999370723330249008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=1999370723330249008' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/1999370723330249008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/1999370723330249008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/05/photo-update.html' title='Photo Update'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RljIyJNfnXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ioujn3ej6Uk/s72-c/IMG_3483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-3279428181589767251</id><published>2007-05-25T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:15:30.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park Theatres NEW Sound System</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Goodness!  It’s FANTASTIC!  If you’ve played at this venue in the past, you may know how hard it can be to get good sound in that room AND out of rented equipment.  Well now, NOW there’s no need to worry about that anymore!&lt;br /&gt;They have just installed, as in yesterday night, a new system with a sound guy, Elliot Filbert, and all!&lt;br /&gt;Sure the cost of the venue has gone up a little but it’s REALLY worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Last nights show was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Good sound is SOOOOO refreshing.  And not having to worry about finding a good sound guy is great!  It was relaxing and fantastic to play there.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-3279428181589767251?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/3279428181589767251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=3279428181589767251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/3279428181589767251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/3279428181589767251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/05/park-theatres-new-sound-system.html' title='The Park Theatres NEW Sound System'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-6370727624232271758</id><published>2007-05-14T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:04:52.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Blues</title><content type='html'>It's been a long hall this week.  Poor ol' Nathan's been sick Sick SICK and couldn't seem to shake it... until now.&lt;br /&gt;Just on time too, I'm heading home tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;(there's thick sarcasim in there)&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all my photos from the week on the computer so once I do, I'll put 'em up for you to veiw!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been nice to spend healthy time with Nathan and I have to head back to my job, pffft, day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm thankful that I was able to come here.  Even if I slept more this week then I have in the past year.  (haha)&lt;br /&gt;Yup, glad I was able to spend the time I could with Nathan and his family.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, his Mom even took me out to a wonderful garden today to help my cabin fever!&lt;br /&gt;That was might fine of her!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Nathan is now on his way home from school so I best be going.&lt;br /&gt;Photos will come tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-6370727624232271758?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/6370727624232271758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=6370727624232271758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/6370727624232271758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/6370727624232271758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/05/west-coast-blues.html' title='West Coast Blues'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-2110408186826111221</id><published>2007-05-07T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:43.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more of my favorite girls!</title><content type='html'>Lynsay Perkins and Vanessa Kuzina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rj88ldu28_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bq0HZu5QSgY/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rj88ldu28_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bq0HZu5QSgY/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061831120521720818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls, along with myself, make up the group that is known as Little Black Dress.&lt;br /&gt;We played at a Kids Help Phone Walk-a-Thon EARLY Sunday morning and, not gonna lie, it was FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously LOVE these girls!&lt;br /&gt;While on stage I realized another reason why Brandon brought me so much peace... I love singing.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm up there I'm not thinking about debt, "problems", or pain of any kind. I'm completely content and at peace. Soaking up every moment and enjoying every second of soul contentment. I'm thinking that's when you know you're doing what God designed you to do.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally in between sets we had to play in the mud. I mean seriously, we're WEARING the boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rj88edu28-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RrjNm_QzaBc/s1600-h/mud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rj88edu28-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RrjNm_QzaBc/s320/mud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061831000262636514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only pictures I have loaded up right now but don't you worry, a slide show will be soon to follow!&lt;br /&gt;As for our plans, well, we're thinking the Carolina's in February?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good to me!&lt;br /&gt;Keep checkin' in with us... it's gonna be good!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-2110408186826111221?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/2110408186826111221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=2110408186826111221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/2110408186826111221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/2110408186826111221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-more-of-my-favorite-girls.html' title='Two more of my favorite girls!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rj88ldu28_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bq0HZu5QSgY/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-7024326198911373759</id><published>2007-05-02T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:45:21.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady of the Lake - Brandon MB</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, a lot of fun things have happened lately...&lt;br /&gt;- My sister came out from Mexico!&lt;br /&gt;- We had a family camp out in my parents back yard. (yesss)&lt;br /&gt;- I had a bowling staff party the other night and after, Terri and I dressed up in matching clothes and went out and about.&lt;br /&gt;- I got to spend time with long lost Gregory John Van den Ham&lt;br /&gt;- And yesterday, we booked a spontaneous gig at Lady of the Lake in Brandon, MB!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, a night that was really really needed. I didn't realize how much so until Terri and I were driving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w65.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w65.photobucket.com/albums/h217/melissaplett/1178124553.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0;" vspace="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it was about the night, I have my guesses, but I feel so alive, refreshed, and gettin' back in the "Melissa Plett Groove"! (or whatever)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from the other events are still to come. I'm just so happy about last night I needed to throw a couple photos up while at work :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-7024326198911373759?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/7024326198911373759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=7024326198911373759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7024326198911373759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7024326198911373759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/05/lady-of-lake-brandon-mb.html' title='Lady of the Lake - Brandon MB'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-238400650640919138</id><published>2007-04-25T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T09:36:54.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get frustrated and start to complain because you're tired of people that are constantly frustrated and complaining?&lt;br /&gt;Like when people feel the need to limp around the work place moaning and groaning the whole day?&lt;br /&gt;Or others can't stop talking about their headache?&lt;br /&gt;How about those that feel the need to constantly talk about how they feel "fat", and never stop questioning EVERYONE with "Umm, how much fat content do you think is in this?"&lt;br /&gt;If you can't walk without moaning... SIT DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;If you have a non stop headache... TAKE AN ADVIL!&lt;br /&gt;If you have to question the fat content and you think &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; "fat"... SHUT UP AND GET A SALAD!&lt;br /&gt;In a country where there are remedies for ALL these "problems" why do people feel the need to complain instead of resolving?&lt;br /&gt;And for that matter, why does it bother me SO much?! It's hardly fare that the "stresses" (pisses and moans) of these people get me SO upset! My forehead is getting lines, my mind is racing, my jaw clenches, and I snap on everyone for hardly anything!&lt;br /&gt;Answer according to some people: See a therapist&lt;br /&gt;No. NOT the answer. At least, not for me.&lt;br /&gt;So what IS the answer? Well, it appears that it's as simple, yet deep and meaningful, as Music and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how the confrontation of a best friend, that directly questions then supportively listens and relates, can finally make you joke again.&lt;br /&gt;Or an old song that used to mean so much can suddenly, and unexpectedly, play on the stereo making you grounded in what's real, what matters, where you WERE and where you want to BE once again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, I'm still easily agitated, it doesn't disappear THAT quickly, but I know it will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;It always is.&lt;br /&gt;And why is that?&lt;br /&gt;Because I will ALWAYS have music and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-238400650640919138?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/238400650640919138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=238400650640919138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/238400650640919138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/238400650640919138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/04/music-friends.html' title='Music &amp; Friends'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-4602135989607974002</id><published>2007-04-07T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:48:02.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Song since Mexico</title><content type='html'>It's hard to put together all my saddness, joy, knowledge and stories since Mexico at this time.  So, here's the first completed song that's helpin' me tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we wake up and see, blind couples begging on the street?  Or drive on down the road to find men crawling, palms out, legs cut off at the knees?  It's not often we see people selling wipers, gum, -  all this on every street.  Not often up in wealthy Canada, but always in Jalisco.  No not often in wealthy Canada, but always in Jalisco... mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get back from the south, people ask what it was all about.  I give the answers they're hopin to hear... it was pretty, it was fun, it was hot.  But how can you come back to the wealthy, where people don't know what it's like to really need.  And how often does the north get to see people crying and dying on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Not often in wealthy Canada, but always in Jalisco.  No not often if wealthy Canada, but every day in Jalisco... Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge) It's hard to really speak, I have to fight the feel-in of wanting to pop me some pills.  Not to harm myself but to numb my mind, so much learned, so much burden in only 3 weeks.  I can't help it in wealthy Canada, you've wrecked me Jalisco, it's not often in wealthy Canada, I feel weak since Jalisco... mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing they smile, one ring they'd give, paying you to come back and sing.  I accept it because they don't understand 'no', these people live to give...  how often do we in Canada?  Not often like in Jalisco, no it's not often in wealthy Canada, but always in Jalisco... mexico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-4602135989607974002?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/4602135989607974002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=4602135989607974002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/4602135989607974002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/4602135989607974002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-song-since-mexico.html' title='First Song since Mexico'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-8791662922569739613</id><published>2007-04-03T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:52:34.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... Mexico ...</title><content type='html'>Well, sadly this is my last night here.  I don't really have time, or want to MAKE time, to write a blog tonight.  I'll do that when I'm killin' time in the states startin' tomorrow night.  &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I guess that means there really wasn't much of a point to this little post.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, you still came by so, thanks for that!&lt;br /&gt;Come by, hmmm, let's say tomorrow?  I'll have all kinds for you then.&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches Mexico (Me-he-co)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-8791662922569739613?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/8791662922569739613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=8791662922569739613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/8791662922569739613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/8791662922569739613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/04/mexico.html' title='... Mexico ...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-4000002189355913663</id><published>2007-03-30T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:45.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2 at Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rg0_lPBUzfI/AAAAAAAAALg/LDfCAAF_2jU/s1600-h/IMG_5176_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rg0_lPBUzfI/AAAAAAAAALg/LDfCAAF_2jU/s320/IMG_5176_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047760666271993330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the gig on Tuesday went alright.  I didn't think it had been that good.  More awkward then anything.  However, the shift supervisor came over and asked if I was going to come back.  They would really like me too.  So we agreed to head back on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Again we got there and were uncertain of where exactly they wanted me to play, if I should start, or if they really wanted me there.  (things are SO different here)&lt;br /&gt;So I moved a chair, put on my gee-tar and decided to start playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rg1CGfBUzhI/AAAAAAAAALw/92HEMoDBnwI/s1600-h/IMG_5186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rg1CGfBUzhI/AAAAAAAAALw/92HEMoDBnwI/s320/IMG_5186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047763436525899282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I began to play the staff brought me a tip jar (which TOTALLY wasn't expected), a glass of water, and then began shuffling through their personal tips to put together one big one for me!&lt;br /&gt;Once the evening of music was all said and done a whole bunch of things hit me.  (What a surprise right?!)&lt;br /&gt;Min. wage in this country is 7 dollars a DAY.  In 40 min.  I made 2 DAYS worth of wages in tips!!  The staff at Starbucks makes $15 a day and they bought 2 CDs and tipped me a days worth of their wages!  Then they made sure I promise to come back to  play again for my "fans in Mexico".&lt;br /&gt;This again proves my point that we have a lot to learn from these people.&lt;br /&gt;They really have hardly anything, yet they give and give and give.  They become attached quickly and love fast.&lt;br /&gt;I came down here making fun of missionaries that go on trips then head back to their home and suddenly dress and act like where they visited.  But sadly and truthfully, I would rather act a little more Latino then a white North American chick.  &lt;br /&gt;Being more open, loving quickly, being willing to give the shirt off my back if you want it, and expressing my true feelings... good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rg1D4vBUziI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZYzhMeg-u9M/s1600-h/IMG_5188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rg1D4vBUziI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZYzhMeg-u9M/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047765399325953570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love from me to you,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-4000002189355913663?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/4000002189355913663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=4000002189355913663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/4000002189355913663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/4000002189355913663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/03/round-2-at-starbucks.html' title='Round 2 at Starbucks'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rg0_lPBUzfI/AAAAAAAAALg/LDfCAAF_2jU/s72-c/IMG_5176_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-7514921291388719344</id><published>2007-03-28T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T03:41:44.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Photos Today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the most frustrating days I've had out here.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well for some reason it took until yesterday to REALLY  hit me how little these people have.  Did you know that min. wage is 7 dollars... a DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;I just bought 3 pairs of shoes and 1 pair of boots that amount to a total of what most people here make in a month!  An entire month of work!!&lt;br /&gt;And you know what that best part is?&lt;br /&gt;They're so happy!&lt;br /&gt;They would give me the shirt of their back if I needed it.  No, if I WANTED it!&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to a girl the other day that I thought her ring was pretty... she gave it to me.  I told her I could get my own, and that she should keep it but, she would have non of that.&lt;br /&gt;I was ashamed at my lifestyle, my wants, my "needs", and mad that we're not doing very much to help THESE people.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm down here doin' the whole missions thing, but it doesn't feel like it's enough.  I want to give and do more but I don't know how!&lt;br /&gt;Back home we are so blessed, so wealthy, and yet we continue to think we "need" more.  Like a new car, used motorcycle, $200 jacket, whatever, would make us FEEL better... maybe in reality less IS actually more.&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it off, we came by a HUGE cathedral downtown and I was upset, no ANGRY again!  How DARE the Catholic church make these poor people give them so much money!  Why?  They can't BUY their way into heaven!  Is it so the church can continue to make huge glorious and detailed buildings all over the city.  So the people can look up at it and all it's wealth and feel loved... believed they are SAVED because they gave all their money away?  &lt;br /&gt;Have you set foot in one of those things?&lt;br /&gt;They are cold, eery, and lonely.  I feel NO love in there!&lt;br /&gt;Then today I played at Starbucks.  It was loud, it was awkward, and it felt silly.  After 45min. of playing a couple decided it was time to leave.  The lady walked up to me, kissed me on the cheek, thanked me and said it was beautiful with a lovely smile.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, would anyone show this sort of kindness and love in North America to a complete stranger?  Someone you can't even understand and looks completely different?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would...&lt;br /&gt;We have so much we can learn from these people.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with Mexico and want to do anything I can to help enrich their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if they have to live on the streets and beg when they are old b/c they don't have pension, or whatever, they should have the chance for freedom and a never ending and loving relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be a part of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love, but with sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-7514921291388719344?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/7514921291388719344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=7514921291388719344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7514921291388719344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7514921291388719344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-photos-today.html' title='No Photos Today'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-4702915759201623468</id><published>2007-03-24T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:47.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>This is for those that have shared their saddness by not being posted on my blog.  And a post where I appologize for things that are VERY serious in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;This is my "squeeze" Nathan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV1yAY9bNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/paSJ2ipxo74/s1600-h/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV1yAY9bNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/paSJ2ipxo74/s320/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045568459497106642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually squeezed him in, oh, 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;This is him doin' a little dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV2cAY9bPI/AAAAAAAAALE/VCdItBD1OKs/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV2cAY9bPI/AAAAAAAAALE/VCdItBD1OKs/s320/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045569181051612402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him being my brothers squeeze as well...hmm... awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV2PAY9bOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HJQXVr5ADvE/s1600-h/IMG_2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV2PAY9bOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HJQXVr5ADvE/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045568957713312994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, oh who is this very serious avenger with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV0uQY9bLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/U95wPpvOAjE/s1600-h/seriousavengers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV0uQY9bLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/U95wPpvOAjE/s320/seriousavengers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045567295560969394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iiiiiit's MIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVzKQY9bKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XWNHhsZNMCg/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVzKQY9bKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XWNHhsZNMCg/s320/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045565577574050978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "BFF" from cjob.  I caused him not to work for 5 months, and he entertained my time at the station.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as you can see, the main reason why I need to go back to POWER is clear in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV1PgY9bMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ULe4pARLHOc/s1600-h/IMG_2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV1PgY9bMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ULe4pARLHOc/s320/IMG_2569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045567866791619778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry... I love dogs and may have the mange.&lt;br /&gt;In Mexico dogs hang over roofs and out windows to bark at white people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVyOgY9bJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yi3PbxzQDIc/s1600-h/IMG_2856_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVyOgY9bJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yi3PbxzQDIc/s320/IMG_2856_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045564551076867218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to keep my shades on this day b/c I woke up with 2 eyes that looked like I had been punched 3 times in the face.  NO idea what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVxiQY9bII/AAAAAAAAAKM/h9JHTXqLhwk/s1600-h/IMG_2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVxiQY9bII/AAAAAAAAAKM/h9JHTXqLhwk/s320/IMG_2866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045563790867655810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be the mange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVw9gY9bHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/H_ctbBSu3uo/s1600-h/IMG_2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVw9gY9bHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/H_ctbBSu3uo/s320/IMG_2869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045563159507463282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That puppy is 10% dog and 90% CDN. Wolf.  He howelled and it was SOOOO  cute!&lt;br /&gt;Aaa-wooo.... aaa-wooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVwUAY9bGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j-RBVgOpKdE/s1600-h/IMG_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVwUAY9bGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j-RBVgOpKdE/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045562446542892130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVvsgY9bFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/C8DGzLV-3W0/s1600-h/IMG_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgVvsgY9bFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/C8DGzLV-3W0/s320/IMG_2877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045561767938059346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry... I LOVE MEXICO!&lt;br /&gt;And here, I have NO problem being called a cowgirl.  Here I think they're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV4CQY9bQI/AAAAAAAAALM/9RceCkUvHB4/s1600-h/IMG_5142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV4CQY9bQI/AAAAAAAAALM/9RceCkUvHB4/s320/IMG_5142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045570937693236482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy.  Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-4702915759201623468?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/4702915759201623468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=4702915759201623468' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/4702915759201623468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/4702915759201623468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RgV1yAY9bNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/paSJ2ipxo74/s72-c/IMG_2192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-4761524377540612728</id><published>2007-03-16T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:51.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO BLOG!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey!  So, here's a couple photos taken from the past couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfsyxp2tfjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fstM4dDEVVw/s1600-h/IMG_2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfsyxp2tfjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fstM4dDEVVw/s320/IMG_2799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042680036401708594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was right after I came back from an afternoon in the city alone.  I was walking around and suddenly something clenched my bum.  I screamed, jumped, swatted, only to see it was a creepy guy sneaking up on me on his motorcycle.  ON THE SIDEWALK!!  He then biked away.  It was SO weird!!  All I could do was laugh... it was SO creepy and weird.  Needless to say, I certainly watch my back every 5 steps!&lt;br /&gt;So Sandra and I went walking around after stopping by Starbucks.  (Where the manager said I could play at any cafe if I just let him know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfxNUZ2tfkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1JKy2oCdSuA/s1600-h/IMG_2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfxNUZ2tfkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1JKy2oCdSuA/s320/IMG_2778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042990695681195586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came across my new best friends. These men sit on this corner, every day, beside an old car with only flat tires, selling their tacos and tea!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7LO52tf_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CfARcBikFho/s1600-h/IMG_2765_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7LO52tf_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CfARcBikFho/s320/IMG_2765_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043692089610436594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the cops stop by for tacos.&lt;br /&gt;Now, apparently you're not supposed to take photos of them but, these guys were lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7KtJ2tf-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4rpfx9C4CXs/s1600-h/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7KtJ2tf-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4rpfx9C4CXs/s320/IMG_2769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043691509789851618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chubby man LOVES his tea that he made us have some.  Not goona lie, it was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7J7J2tf9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/TlKm4ZfTdWg/s1600-h/IMG_2766_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7J7J2tf9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/TlKm4ZfTdWg/s320/IMG_2766_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043690650796392402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7JSp2tf8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/FYMICzlDkmM/s1600-h/IMG_2773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7JSp2tf8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/FYMICzlDkmM/s320/IMG_2773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043689955011690434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the streets of Guadalajara will do anything for money.  This little guy cleans windows while you're at the red light.&lt;br /&gt;Cute part is, he jumps right up on your car so he can clean it with his bottle of water and sponge!  The little kids here are SOOO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7IwZ2tf7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/V-0T0rV6wCk/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7IwZ2tf7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/V-0T0rV6wCk/s320/IMG_2780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043689366601170866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are moving things out of there house with ropes!  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7HgZ2tf6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fJT_vhhIXC8/s1600-h/IMG_2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7HgZ2tf6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fJT_vhhIXC8/s320/IMG_2697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043687992211636130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra took me exploring in my first couple of days.  It was great b/c I was able to see the people just living... I was able to learn a LOT about their history.&lt;br /&gt;This is in one of their many cathedrals we checked out.  Catholisism is so interesting.  So much history in this building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7G3p2tf5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/BxHaTnwhwLc/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7G3p2tf5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/BxHaTnwhwLc/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043687292131966866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just behind it was a governement building.  Every corner, every pillar, every stone seems to be worthy of a photo in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7GOp2tf4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/7pxfQZh8LtM/s1600-h/IMG_2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7GOp2tf4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/7pxfQZh8LtM/s320/IMG_2723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043686587757330306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we stopped for lunch, we sat on a little patio for two that overlooked the busy foot traffic street below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7Fwp2tf3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/l49AW29Pz_c/s1600-h/IMG_2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7Fwp2tf3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/l49AW29Pz_c/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043686072361254770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I thought Calgary was bad for cowboy stores... this city SCREAMS cowboy.  So, I took advantage of it and hunted for a pair of sweet boots.  They're WAY to cheap down here not too.&lt;br /&gt;While trying them on, you have to put a plastic bag on your foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7FdJ2tf2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cls2lfKiiNU/s1600-h/IMG_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf7FdJ2tf2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cls2lfKiiNU/s320/IMG_2747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043685737353805666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finally found a pair, it was b/c of these two friendly guys.  Apparently I have "princess" feet.  Haha.  I call them Skiis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf61v52tf1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hq8qIBigM5o/s1600-h/IMG_2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf61v52tf1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hq8qIBigM5o/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043668467290308434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  And in the market they sell puppies!!  Isn't that cute?!  A man just walks around with a bunch of puppies and sees if you want to buy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfxNdp2tflI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2hW2yZUrAMM/s1600-h/mange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfxNdp2tflI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2hW2yZUrAMM/s320/mange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042990854594985554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much shopping, planning, and preparing we set up for our first Cafe.  Joan made amazing desserts for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf61aZ2tf0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/VLlcuvMh5E0/s1600-h/IMG_2801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf61aZ2tf0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/VLlcuvMh5E0/s320/IMG_2801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043668097923120962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sound check with my translator for the night, David.  (pronounced Da-veed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf61J52tfzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PbvJshBVhug/s1600-h/IMG_5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf61J52tfzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PbvJshBVhug/s320/IMG_5095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043667814455279410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were some cute little boys at the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf61Ap2tfyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P79i24_omk8/s1600-h/IMG_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf61Ap2tfyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P79i24_omk8/s320/IMG_2818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043667655541489442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wicked awesome girls that worked the cafe bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf60tJ2tfxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ixAYXrWY40w/s1600-h/IMG_2817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf60tJ2tfxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ixAYXrWY40w/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043667320534040338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf60a52tfwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RU6z3vDADDM/s1600-h/IMG_2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf60a52tfwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RU6z3vDADDM/s320/IMG_2807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043667007001427714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf60GJ2tfvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/quRKxp8BMLc/s1600-h/IMG_5094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf60GJ2tfvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/quRKxp8BMLc/s320/IMG_5094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043666650519142130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, after a long church service and lunch in a large group, Sandra and I headed outside the city.&lt;br /&gt;It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4W0p2tfuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K4kMR9sdjU0/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4W0p2tfuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/K4kMR9sdjU0/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043493726545870562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to see how the poor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4WaZ2tftI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dVsdPMsLd-Y/s1600-h/IMG_2829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4WaZ2tftI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dVsdPMsLd-Y/s320/IMG_2829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043493275574304466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rich really do live side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4WD52tfsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CNw49fIj0Cs/s1600-h/IMG_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4WD52tfsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CNw49fIj0Cs/s320/IMG_2832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043492889027247810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a "local" dog that was SOOO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4Vp52tfrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/td5tvbXFjTQ/s1600-h/IMG_2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4Vp52tfrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/td5tvbXFjTQ/s320/IMG_2836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043492442350649010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just behind where I was standing was an old gravel road that led to another part of this community on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4VSp2tfqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kXkDFRlOQ_g/s1600-h/IMG_2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4VSp2tfqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kXkDFRlOQ_g/s320/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043492042918690466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we found more dogs roaming around.  They were cute but I didn't pet them all.  I tried taking a picture of a different dog and he started barking and walking at us aggressivly... it was time to stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4UwZ2tfpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Xwzs2VFT_c/s1600-h/IMG_2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4UwZ2tfpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Xwzs2VFT_c/s320/IMG_2848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043491454508170898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little boys were playing soccer on the street.  It was so cute.  The one "itching" himself is my boyfriend... they were all giggling and telling Sandra that he thought I was pretty.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4Ub52tfoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LHSH57EbSeM/s1600-h/IMG_2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4Ub52tfoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LHSH57EbSeM/s320/IMG_2849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043491102320852610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is a Dalmation on the roof.  He knew that we were gringos b/c he was running around the roof top barking at us.  All the dogs knew... they're smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4UFJ2tfnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RXXmhMpMOQw/s1600-h/IMG_2852_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4UFJ2tfnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RXXmhMpMOQw/s320/IMG_2852_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043490711478828658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, it was time to head back to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4TzZ2tfmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0ZJhTpd3w_A/s1600-h/IMG_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rf4TzZ2tfmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0ZJhTpd3w_A/s320/IMG_2854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043490406536150626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just after 12 here, Monday afternoon, and it's time to go visit my friends at the corner store.&lt;br /&gt;So, have a super awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;I will too.&lt;br /&gt;And be in touch!&lt;br /&gt;As for the podcast... internet is SO slow here I can't seem to load the thing!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-4761524377540612728?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/4761524377540612728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=4761524377540612728' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/4761524377540612728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/4761524377540612728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/03/photo-blog.html' title='PHOTO BLOG!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfsyxp2tfjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fstM4dDEVVw/s72-c/IMG_2799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-7157190512612091765</id><published>2007-03-15T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:07:14.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro Interveiw</title><content type='html'>I was a tiny bit nervous about how he would "read" me but.. I feel pretty dang good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.canstarnews.com/page/story/the_metro/920&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-7157190512612091765?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/7157190512612091765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=7157190512612091765' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7157190512612091765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/7157190512612091765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/03/metro-interveiw.html' title='Metro Interveiw'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-6272678391402285098</id><published>2007-03-13T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:52.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Mexico</title><content type='html'>After our adventures in Grand Forks I finally went to bed just after 11.  Woke up... just before 3!&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  I had LOTS of rest that night.&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the airport in Grand Forks and they were right.  SMALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfby7J2tfiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5M6LC16VCzQ/s1600-h/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfby7J2tfiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5M6LC16VCzQ/s320/IMG_2635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041483930959445538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when you get through security, after taking off you shoes and belt, you walk about 5 feet forward and sit to wait for your plane.  My Mom was on the other side of the rope and we could have honestly sat and chatted until I left.  That's how small it was and there weren't any walls!&lt;br /&gt;After I swiched planes in Minniapolis we landed in Houston.  That's when we sat on in the plane for an hour, just waiting to get off.  Apparently the tour was hit by lightning and they were forced to do all the traffic "stuff" with paper and pens.  Nice.  One of the craziest airports and this happens.  I was late to catch my plane, after almost getting a heart attack from running through the massive airport, but happy to find out it hadn't left.  NOT so happy to sit in a crowded space with no A/C.  Entertaining to say the least.  People we walking around drinking beer right by the gates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfbyv52tfhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XDTjFRam5m0/s1600-h/IMG_2643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfbyv52tfhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XDTjFRam5m0/s320/IMG_2643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041483737685917202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things really ARE different in Texas!  I certainly need to go back there this summer and check it out a little more.  Everyone I talked to while waiting had interesting things to say about the "world".  (America)&lt;br /&gt;The plane I caught from there was TINY.  Flying over Guadalajara I couldn't help wonder why any one would want to live there.  It's dirty, dusty, and so tight.&lt;br /&gt;First thing I saw when I hopped off the plane, to get on the bus that brings us to the building, was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfbyjZ2tfgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p0DU_ZMBQGc/s1600-h/IMG_2645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfbyjZ2tfgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p0DU_ZMBQGc/s320/IMG_2645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041483522937552386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;I got through immigration smoothly only to find that my luggage was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Then figuring out where my address was going to be, how they were going to get it to me, and all that jazz was "fun".  Thankfully I met a couple people on the plane that spoke spanish and english so they had my back.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then you have to press a button when you're going through customs and if you get a red light, they search you.  Green light, you're good to go.  It felt like a game show!  Watching the people "play" was SO funny.&lt;br /&gt;I won.&lt;br /&gt;I got green.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY I ran out to see my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfbya52tffI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yLtOJn73Ijs/s1600-h/IMG_2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfbya52tffI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yLtOJn73Ijs/s320/IMG_2651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041483376908664306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went outside and I was hit by the heat!  Honestly, WAY hotter then I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;On the drive to their house signs lined the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfbyRZ2tfeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/S5U8j7UH01E/s1600-h/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfbyRZ2tfeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/S5U8j7UH01E/s320/IMG_2647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041483213699907042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfbyFZ2tfdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tmu1EcLaxuU/s1600-h/IMG_2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfbyFZ2tfdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tmu1EcLaxuU/s320/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041483007541476818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some creepy place beside the highway.  No idea what those things are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfbx5J2tfcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G0i_EcNWbWg/s1600-h/IMG_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfbx5J2tfcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G0i_EcNWbWg/s320/IMG_2652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041482797088079298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfbxu52tfbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5V29h1_zgHk/s1600-h/IMG_2655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfbxu52tfbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5V29h1_zgHk/s320/IMG_2655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041482620994420146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted and losing my mind from the heat, we finally arrived to Sandra's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfbxlZ2tfaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/biB3Uyw6klI/s1600-h/IMG_2656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfbxlZ2tfaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/biB3Uyw6klI/s320/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041482457785662882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later my luggage arrived all safe and sound so we headed out to... WAL-MART?&lt;br /&gt;And then found a fantastic little cafe/restaurant/pub where I had diet coke from the old school bottles and a Mexican "pizza pop"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YUM-MY!&lt;br /&gt;I would load those pictures but for some reason blogger wants to be a bother.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Blogger / Bother&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSsssss.&lt;br /&gt;On that note... off to the ol' podcast thinger!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-6272678391402285098?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/6272678391402285098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=6272678391402285098' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/6272678391402285098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/6272678391402285098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-to-mexico.html' title='Going to Mexico'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rfby7J2tfiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5M6LC16VCzQ/s72-c/IMG_2635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-3062151486037889815</id><published>2007-03-11T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:54.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTIcp2tfXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2_g6Bt_m76o/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTIcp2tfXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2_g6Bt_m76o/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040874277531647346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it's "Good bye Canada" and "Hello.... Grand Forks?!"&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  That's coo'&lt;br /&gt;So Mom and I got a room at the C'mon Inn.  It has 5 hot tubs and 2 pools... not too shaby!  After we hit up Target, naturally, we cozied into our room.&lt;br /&gt;That's when good ol' "Swinger" came by so I grabbed a coffee with him and Noah.  (A youth pastor here in GF that's really good conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTH952tfVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zCS-42whD2c/s1600-h/IMG_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTH952tfVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zCS-42whD2c/s320/IMG_2613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040873749250669906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we "finished" discussing the world, religion, and racism they brought me back to Ma.  Where she ordered pizza and became part of my first podcast!  (not quite done yet) &lt;br /&gt;We decided to do a little relaxing in the hot tubs.  No, wait, HHHHHHOT tubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTH2J2tfUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tyDYP8aG2D4/s1600-h/IMG_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTH2J2tfUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tyDYP8aG2D4/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040873616106683714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHr52tfTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I-NDviFMYxQ/s1600-h/IMG_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHr52tfTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/I-NDviFMYxQ/s320/IMG_2615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040873440013024562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little faint and now on the loopy side, we decided it best to take control of the fire situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHj52tfSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kTDXAn_gM7A/s1600-h/IMG_2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHj52tfSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kTDXAn_gM7A/s320/IMG_2620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040873302574071074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom became a serious lumber jack.  Gloves and all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHbZ2tfRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KePnJ8keAwk/s1600-h/IMG_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHbZ2tfRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KePnJ8keAwk/s320/IMG_2621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040873156545182994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling no satisfaction and almost totally losing her mind, she ran rampid through the halls trying to break into rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHSp2tfQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8FQbhA2nyyY/s1600-h/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHSp2tfQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8FQbhA2nyyY/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040873006221327618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHG52tfPI/AAAAAAAAADs/gkx4eRSGN-c/s1600-h/IMG_2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTHG52tfPI/AAAAAAAAADs/gkx4eRSGN-c/s320/IMG_2623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040872804357864690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic for coke, and seeing the cooler, she raced into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTG_J2tfOI/AAAAAAAAADk/9qbfgV9sqKE/s1600-h/IMG_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTG_J2tfOI/AAAAAAAAADk/9qbfgV9sqKE/s320/IMG_2624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040872671213878498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!  IT'S LOCKED!!!  Help me please?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTG4J2tfNI/AAAAAAAAADc/RKm5saW2Xcs/s1600-h/IMG_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTG4J2tfNI/AAAAAAAAADc/RKm5saW2Xcs/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040872550954794194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad thing to see your mother in such a state... I had no choice but to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGyJ2tfMI/AAAAAAAAADU/8eOKySBVCX0/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGyJ2tfMI/AAAAAAAAADU/8eOKySBVCX0/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040872447875579074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and tired she finally gave up.  All she wanted was coke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGjJ2tfKI/AAAAAAAAADE/rInI2jaEWWw/s1600-h/IMG_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGjJ2tfKI/AAAAAAAAADE/rInI2jaEWWw/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040872190177541282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that she decided the next time we are in Grand Forks, we're breaking into this room and not paying to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd try out the idea with a quick nap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGp52tfLI/AAAAAAAAADM/2QUUbelrl8g/s1600-h/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGp52tfLI/AAAAAAAAADM/2QUUbelrl8g/s320/IMG_2627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040872306141658290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking suddenly I remembered... I'M GOING ON A MISSIONS TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;This is not good MOM.  And on top of that, with all this blogging and podcasting that needs to be done, when on earth will I have time to wok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGXp2tfJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xCWK4hWbsVE/s1600-h/IMG_2630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGXp2tfJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xCWK4hWbsVE/s320/IMG_2630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040871992609045650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  She didn't really care.  She's a Mennonite and saw free sugar and tea so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGBp2tfHI/AAAAAAAAACs/nAgECtM5dYY/s1600-h/IMG_2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTGBp2tfHI/AAAAAAAAACs/nAgECtM5dYY/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040871614651923570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was gone.  Running down the hall ready to relax in her sugar fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTF6J2tfGI/AAAAAAAAACk/0iak3oAxmlg/s1600-h/IMG_2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTF6J2tfGI/AAAAAAAAACk/0iak3oAxmlg/s320/IMG_2632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040871485802904674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-3062151486037889815?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/3062151486037889815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=3062151486037889815' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/3062151486037889815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/3062151486037889815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-my-way.html' title='On My Way'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RfTIcp2tfXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2_g6Bt_m76o/s72-c/IMG_2606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-6863743896107988541</id><published>2007-03-05T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:56.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi, Moose, and Dancing</title><content type='html'>Ok, apparently I have this new "tradition" that includes Sushi eating, hockey watching, and dancing all in one evening!&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons I like watching the Manitoba Moose is quite obvious...&lt;br /&gt;FREE STUFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezHRuCL6xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KUMuiE_EONo/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezHRuCL6xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KUMuiE_EONo/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038621190349646610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know... putting an entire pack of that gum in your mouth ISN'T a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezHx-CL6yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ZTgAQLIlPk/s1600-h/IMG_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezHx-CL6yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ZTgAQLIlPk/s320/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038621744400427810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments after this photo it started to burn REAL bad.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was all about quality time with two of my few most favorite girls!  First Sushi with Terri, then moose and dancing with her and Kristi!&lt;br /&gt;So Why is Terri making this funny face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezMJOCL6-I/AAAAAAAAACc/G569SLt0m0M/s1600-h/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezMJOCL6-I/AAAAAAAAACc/G569SLt0m0M/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038626541878897634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's Kristi looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezL6OCL69I/AAAAAAAAACU/UxzImSxPlpc/s1600-h/IMG_2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezL6OCL69I/AAAAAAAAACU/UxzImSxPlpc/s320/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038626284180859858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS girl.  We saw her a couple times last week... out and about wearing this outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezLv-CL68I/AAAAAAAAACM/6wuCr2RBa6c/s1600-h/IMG_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezLv-CL68I/AAAAAAAAACM/6wuCr2RBa6c/s320/IMG_2341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038626108087200706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason we could come up with was it must have cost her a lot of money or something!  Honestly... Mary Poppins mean ANYTHING to you?&lt;br /&gt;We heard her telling some guys later what the designers name was and how wicked awesome she was for owning it.&lt;br /&gt;Um... just cause the label costs a lot does NOT mean it's a fashion DO!&lt;br /&gt;Wow&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, where was I?  Aw yes, this is Jay Richardson  (fantastic producer at Power 97) being funny.  I think Terri is still distracted with that suit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezLOOCL67I/AAAAAAAAACE/9fV8NwC57_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezLOOCL67I/AAAAAAAAACE/9fV8NwC57_Y/s320/IMG_2350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038625528266615730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Moose Game and schmooz fest, we headed over to Alive to get our "dance on".  The line up was STUPID long and we weren't about to hang out with all the "cool" people waiting, so, we headed over to the Kings Head Pub.  One of my number one places in Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;All the Kings Men play every Sunday and they are GOLD!&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, a lot of great local bands play like these guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezLAuCL66I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xh5ooezijRI/s1600-h/IMG_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezLAuCL66I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xh5ooezijRI/s320/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038625296338381730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in Kilts.  I saw them for my first time years ago and was SO happy to come across them Friday night.  That fiddle player was AMAZING!  I was in aw watching him play.&lt;br /&gt;One day I hope to play like that.  I guess that means I should practice or something...&lt;br /&gt;Final picture of the night and Terri is helping me with my "body".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezKzeCL65I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XQPEf7ZNwgM/s1600-h/IMG_2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezKzeCL65I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XQPEf7ZNwgM/s320/IMG_2357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038625068705115026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - same old same old minus the Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;So, to mix it up, Kristi and I decided to go matching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezJh-CL61I/AAAAAAAAABU/w_sBcVtVd5U/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezJh-CL61I/AAAAAAAAABU/w_sBcVtVd5U/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038623668545776466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's right, a little afternoon shopping to end up with "opposite" tank tops, same ugly purses, blue jeans, brown earings and "pumps"  (as she likes to call them)&lt;br /&gt;You know, I thought people would be mad at us (girls are like that) but they LOVED our bags (hahaha) and were all excited about our nasty outfits.  It was SUPER fun!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this girl likes to be really close to peoples backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezJ6OCL62I/AAAAAAAAABc/8eNAMInjNfw/s1600-h/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezJ6OCL62I/AAAAAAAAABc/8eNAMInjNfw/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038624085157604194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh Kris... watch behind you... she's coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezKQ-CL64I/AAAAAAAAABs/-xsQsrZdA_4/s1600-h/IMG_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezKQ-CL64I/AAAAAAAAABs/-xsQsrZdA_4/s320/IMG_2381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038624475999628162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezKDuCL63I/AAAAAAAAABk/rr1bZKviF48/s1600-h/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezKDuCL63I/AAAAAAAAABk/rr1bZKviF48/s320/IMG_2383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038624248366361458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when she proceeded to talk about peoples hair smells, being a hairdresser (?) and some other drunken mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much sums that up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, except for the part where we shared a cab at the end of the night with some strangers and ended up going to some little kids house party, where I meet a girl from my California trip 2 years ago, and then another random from Rosenort that played the "Mennonite Game" with me.  Getting me into bed just after 4:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... I'm not a kid anymore... Can't really do that.&lt;br /&gt;But, it was a super fantastic weekend and I wouldn't change a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-6863743896107988541?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/6863743896107988541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=6863743896107988541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/6863743896107988541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/6863743896107988541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/03/sushi-moose-and-dancing.html' title='Sushi, Moose, and Dancing'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/RezHRuCL6xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KUMuiE_EONo/s72-c/IMG_2333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-5314430864858550592</id><published>2007-02-22T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:56.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rd4JoNgSJeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NwbAXvcP1NA/s1600-h/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034472019871278562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rd4JoNgSJeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NwbAXvcP1NA/s320/wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you see Melissa?  What's there?&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... there might be a little podcast radio show on the near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;horizon&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-5314430864858550592?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/5314430864858550592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=5314430864858550592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/5314430864858550592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/5314430864858550592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/02/radio.html' title='Radio?'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1ww9VREfks/Rd4JoNgSJeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NwbAXvcP1NA/s72-c/wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-5797582755155841777</id><published>2007-02-19T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:28:58.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Nervous</title><content type='html'>Hello devoted readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late February and that means two things... my temp. job is coming close to an end, and my mission trip is quickly approaching.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for what God has planned, and nervous b/c it seems as though not a lot of financial support has come in.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen but I ask that you pray and/or keep me in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this is what supposed to happen and know, that if it is, it will all work out. However, I am getting a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support thus far and remember... I love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please send support to:&lt;br /&gt;MBMSI&lt;br /&gt;re: Melissa Plett - Guadalajara&lt;br /&gt;1310 Taylor Ave&lt;br /&gt;Winnipeg MB&lt;br /&gt;R3M 3Z6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-5797582755155841777?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/5797582755155841777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=5797582755155841777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/5797582755155841777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/5797582755155841777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/02/getting-nervous.html' title='Getting Nervous'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-5943557656132248414</id><published>2007-02-12T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:21:34.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Trip to Mexico</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for stopping by to see what's next in my little world!&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I've studied acting, travelled from coast to coast, worked at many radio stations, played music here and there, and have had many adventures due to my interests and relationship with God.  I am now planning another adventure that will combine the talents and gifts God has givin' me, along with the MBMSI group my sister is working with in Guadalajara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March I plan to head down for 3 weeks to help establish their cafe, interact with the community with music and friendship, and work with their University outreach in any way possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly cannot tell you EXACTLY what I will be doing while I'm down there, but I know I'll come back tired :-)  My plan is to head down there open and willing to do whatever I am asked to do.  Letting the team and God use every skill I have (eg. music, compassion, open mind, drive, passion, etc., etc) to it's full potential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to do this all, I have to fundraise $1700 by March 9th.  This goes towards my flight and cost of living while in Guadalajara.  It's hard for me to fundraise b/c of the vulnerability I then find myself in.  However, I understand the need to do this.  For one I know I am actually going down there to "work" and not just have a nice 3 week holiday.  It's all about trusting that THIS is where God wants me right now, and he'll provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like more information or, perhaps, you care to donate to this journey I'm about to embark on, please email me directly!  &lt;a href="mailto:mplett@gmail.com"&gt;mailto:mplett@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; Or, pray about it if that's your "thing".  And, be sure to check back here from time to time as I will be updating it while on my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to get out of the world of radio for a little while and use the skills I have developed to actually HELP the world.  Not just manipulate them into possibly buying a car or something else I don't really care about:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-5943557656132248414?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/5943557656132248414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=5943557656132248414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/5943557656132248414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/5943557656132248414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/02/mission-trip-to-mexico.html' title='Mission Trip to Mexico'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-117044403597005551</id><published>2007-02-02T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:20:35.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All New Site!!</title><content type='html'>I'm VERY excited to say that I have an all new site.  Mark Bulford put it together and I'm not gonna lie... he's pretty much gold.  Take a look for yourself, look around, and let me know what you think!  Hey, can even order a CD if you'd like!&lt;br /&gt;(teehee)&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is click my name:&lt;a href="http://www.melissaplett.com"&gt;Melissa Plett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and keep checkin back b/c it's fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melissaplett.com"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-117044403597005551?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/117044403597005551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=117044403597005551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/117044403597005551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/117044403597005551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-new-site.html' title='All New Site!!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116978659581774007</id><published>2007-01-25T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:43:15.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd love for you to be there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h217/melissaplett/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116978659581774007?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116978659581774007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116978659581774007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116978659581774007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116978659581774007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/01/id-love-for-you-to-be-there.html' title='I&apos;d love for you to be there!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116907096400340072</id><published>2007-01-17T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:09:22.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>I understand that most of you may no longer be interested in this blog.  And the other night Nathan, dear sweet and kind Nathan, harshly called me a "claimer".  Well, claim this!  I don't care if you're interested any more but I'm going to break my AWESOME year down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with the release of my first ever 6 song EP.  (Repeated Stories)  I had fantastic reviews and it was certainly the best way to kick off a year.  This happening around the time that I managed to talk my way into a corner office on the 30th floor on the corner of Portage and Main at Cool FM.  There, I was working as a Creative/Magazine Coordinator (and writer)  Everyday I would look down at the little people, watch my brother walk from blocks away, watch my sketchy breakfast 'date' as he headed to the studio in the north end... it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the begining of this year I ventured out to Vancouver to spend some time trying to play music, hanging out with Leo and Chris, and really just enjoy life and start my adventures of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend, towards the end of the "Cool" job, I met a whole WACK load of dudes from the American Air Force.  The people that took part in that weekend know how great it was.  Little did &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;know that meeting people that went by the names of "Bubba" and "Pappi" would actually have such a huge impact on my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after, Kristi and I took a spontanious trip to Minot North Dakota.  And that, my friends, is where I went fishing for my very first time!  Yup.  And just north of the Water Treatment Plant too.  Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow was that a great weekend.  We met so many people and really had no choice but to go back over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, I grew tired of the job and, in short, decided to start spending my savings account!  So - off to the West Coas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you know what... it seems to late in the year now to look back on 2006.  How about I just sum it up by saying last year was fantastic.  So many great things happened and are continuing to develop because of choices made in the year.  Honestly, I think it was the best year of my life so far!  So what will I do with this one?  Well, THIS one has to top the last one and with a new band, missions trip planned for Mexico, and other possibilities in the works... Pretty sure it will be!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's that for now.&lt;br /&gt;Game On "New" Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love &lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116907096400340072?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116907096400340072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116907096400340072' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116907096400340072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116907096400340072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116768778268256009</id><published>2007-01-01T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:43:02.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT was a great year!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently working on this post.  Keep checking back.  There's a years worth of GOLD I have to try and post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116768778268256009?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116768778268256009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116768778268256009' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116768778268256009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116768778268256009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-that-was-great-year.html' title='Now THAT was a great year!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116732292327876758</id><published>2006-12-28T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:22:03.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a believer...</title><content type='html'>but it was interesting to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Strength&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion's hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden's steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion's mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. That forces can be controlled and used to score a victory is very close to the message of the Chariot, which might be why, in some decks, it is Justice that is card 8 instead of Strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one's personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116732292327876758?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116732292327876758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116732292327876758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116732292327876758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116732292327876758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-believer.html' title='Not a believer...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116620303172905266</id><published>2006-12-15T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:18:48.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Song</title><content type='html'>Martin Sexton - Glory Bound.&lt;br /&gt;Again... kills me.  I'm listening to it right now at work and the memory, and feeling, of seeing him in Toronto is so clear.  When this song began all I could do was close my eyes and do everything in my power NOT to fall to the ground with overwhelming enjoyment.  Seriously, how many of you HAVEN'T heard this man sing?&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't... please PLEASE check out this song.&lt;br /&gt;Now THIS man has talent I can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more words needed,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116620303172905266?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116620303172905266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116620303172905266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116620303172905266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116620303172905266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-song.html' title='Another Song'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116593591107552290</id><published>2006-12-12T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:05:11.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Timed Angels</title><content type='html'>Since Friday my days have been both fun and sad.  Getting sadder by the moment... until this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;As I drove into work from the country, the fog was so thick you could hardly see 13 feet in front of you.  As I got to Academy Road, in the heart of rush hour, I noticed an angel standing beside the busy street.  Further along there was a small cluster in front of the private school.  I came upon the Maryland bridge and there was more... from there even more!  Once I arrived in front of the Misracordia Hospital I saw a group of 'crazy' angels jumping and flagging people into the Emergancy driveway.&lt;br /&gt;I was so overwhelmed by the image of it all I pulled in.&lt;br /&gt;There, I was greeted at my car by a smiling lady that explained they were taking donations for the hospital and had been doing this for 11 years.  Others came to my car happily offering me free Starbucks coffee and biscotti.&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start my day...&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful reminder that the problems and pains I had these past couple of days were so small in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fantastic that there are little angels out there to get our heads straight...  To remind us of the real meaning of this time of year, CHRISTMAS, and the real meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;To live life to the fullest and love, even when, and if, it might hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that... if you live in Winnipeg or plan on coming to this city tomorrow or Thursday, please come in the morning... drive down Sherbrook, and donate a little to help them save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love and Appologies to those I have lacked giving those to!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116593591107552290?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116593591107552290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116593591107552290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116593591107552290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116593591107552290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/12/perfectly-timed-angels.html' title='Perfectly Timed Angels'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116520943496165652</id><published>2006-12-03T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:17:14.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Begining</title><content type='html'>What a fantastic weekend of music!&lt;br /&gt;Lynsay Perkins, Vanessa Kuzina, and I had a fabulous time AND... came to new ideas, realizations, and goals.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we played an hour at Keepsakes Gallery's open house.  It was nice.  We did some songs together, a couple solo, and supported eachother from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/275530/IMG_1973_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/117819/IMG_1973_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynsay ended the show with her son on harmonica.  It was AWESOME!  Watching him taught me that it's not really that hard.  Don't think... just play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/972750/IMG_1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/573709/IMG_1992.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, Sunday, we played 2 songs during a fundraiser event for NEST.  What an opportunity THAT was.  It was a breathtaking old church, with amazing accoustics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/345022/IMG_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/285504/IMG_2031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the room filled with music loving people, there was such an overwhelming amount of support given to us after!  It was amazing to hear all the kind words, the wonderful compliments, and encouragement to keep going with this.  We really have no choice but to become a trio and ride this wave.  And... that we will! &lt;br /&gt;So, in January, we would love for you to come out and be a part of this beautiful begining.  Keep an eye open, an ear listening, and we'll be sure to let you know!&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly buzzing and high from this afternoon!  It's a rush running through that is almost to much for me to handle.  I wish you could have been there.  I wish that I could share it with you in words.  But the thing is, it was an experience, a feeling, and an energy that I really can't even begin to describe.  I just hope you get the chance to share it with us one day.&lt;br /&gt;Until I get photos from this afternoon, I want to leave you with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/212986/IMG_1984_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/71142/IMG_1984_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is why singing photos are NOT a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;See Vanessa... Lynsay and I have a good point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love to you all and thanks for ALL your support!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116520943496165652?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116520943496165652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116520943496165652' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116520943496165652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116520943496165652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/12/beautiful-begining.html' title='A Beautiful Begining'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116415361346292971</id><published>2006-11-21T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:56:01.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GREY CUP WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>Ok... so I guess the fun began on Wednesday when I went out with Mireya.  My roommate.  We saw some comedy, live music by a wicked awesome Australian...  SUPER fun night!&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday it was the Power Ball.  This concert that Power 97 puts on at the MTS Centre.  I didn't like the music, didn't care for the show, but had the BEST time with friends, work pals, and everyone else that was buzzing around the hallways.  &lt;br /&gt;From there, Best Friend Terri had a private party, that Global was throwing, to attend to.  Being the fantastic lady she is, she brought me along.  You know, it really wasn't to lame and stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;SURE everyone was wearing black suits and fancy dresses.  Yes I looked like I was ready to go play in the snow with my leotards and boots.  But wow did we NOT care when Big Bad Voodoo Daddy took the stage to our suprise!&lt;br /&gt;Kristi and I were 2 out of the 15 people that actually danced!&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is where my 'skills' came into play.  While at the thinger on Thurs. I did some chatting, talking, laughing, yaddy yadda yadda, and got us invited to a private party at the Aspers house.  If you don't know who the 'Aspers' are, well, you should look it up.&lt;br /&gt;This is Terri gettin' ready to go.  &lt;br /&gt;Nice Hair Terri, nice outfit Terri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude was the life of the party!  (Before he got drunk)  He wanted to make sure we all had a sandwich but we weren't allowed to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1882.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "What happens during Grey Cup, stays at Grey Cup" - quality.&lt;br /&gt;Group shot!&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was really happy to meet this guy.  Sadly I do not remember his name.  It was Pat something or other I believe... he used to play centre for the Edmonton Eskimos.  (PLEASE tell me it if you know it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, here we are chatting.  Did you know he's in the hall of fame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1900_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1900_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cause he won 5 of these bad boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1887.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gave one to me to wear for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1892.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1892.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(both my pinkys fit in that!)  &lt;br /&gt;It was a little scary to wear.  One time it slipped off my finger and I thought I was going to have a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;This is where "Mr. Sandwich Man" was almost 5 beers past his limit.  Just after he sang a song with the band and then came over and told us - "I had to close my eyes, cause the swet, was running down my face, into my eyes, and it burned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1888.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say again... quality.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after Terri and Jeremy decided to leave.  I, on the other hand, decided to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1901.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hall of Fame was told to watch out for me by good ol' brother Jeremy and he told Jer. "She's a lot safer now that I'm watching over her then before when you were here!"&lt;br /&gt;Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was a late night... I got home at 6:30AM.  (SSssssh)&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went downtown to check out all the festivites and venues.  This man was quite tuckered out by it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1907.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;Kris and I walked around and took in all the crazy activites in our city.  Some old men wanted to take a picture with us so they could tell their wives about the girls they hung out with for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;(clearly they were just havin' a good time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/732013/IMG_1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/534355/IMG_1909.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, they took random pictures of old men at the stop light behind them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1908.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night everyone went to Alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/561065/IMG_1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/429484/IMG_1914.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff liked to sing and dance by himself that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/645733/IMG_1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/818908/IMG_1913.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was that.&lt;br /&gt;Then was the actual day!&lt;br /&gt;I got tickets from work so my bro came to pick me.  Yeah, he's still pretty tough rockin' his mustach and cigar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/393928/IMG_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/506650/IMG_1915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the sketchy temp. stands we sat on.  You know, the kind that fall apart and people get hurt or die on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/776729/IMG_1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/738604/IMG_1916.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/649517/IMG_1921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/317490/IMG_1921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/654316/IMG_1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/759348/IMG_1919.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our hotdogs!  Seriously... number 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/747841/IMG_1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/175105/IMG_1922.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/779435/IMG_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/538848/IMG_1924.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we like our 5 dollar beer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/160135/IMG_1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/866904/IMG_1927.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 3rd quater I knew I was getting sick, so we left.&lt;br /&gt;We finished up the game in the comfort of the Kings Head Pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/575566/IMG_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/63286/IMG_1928.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony got SOOOO s-faced he couldn't even pick up his keys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/1600/434548/IMG_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1884/320/420757/IMG_1929.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, that was a joke)&lt;br /&gt;What a super fun weekend!  Certainly not like the one before.  Probably not like another for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed the photos.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every moment.&lt;br /&gt;However, I am pretty dang sick now.&lt;br /&gt;Friggen Grey Cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116415361346292971?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116415361346292971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116415361346292971' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116415361346292971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116415361346292971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/11/grey-cup-weekend.html' title='GREY CUP WEEKEND'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116379072350549516</id><published>2006-11-17T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T15:24:04.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>It has been, and will be, full of awesomeness.  Wanna know why?  It's Grey Cup weekend here in the city and guess who just got free tickets?!  Yeah that's right... ME!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1892.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, and officially, LOVE MY JOB!  Best. Station. Ever!  ( certainly for a cheap mennonite )&lt;br /&gt;Monday there will be pictures and stories of it all.  I know you're going to be waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love that it almost hurts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116379072350549516?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116379072350549516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116379072350549516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116379072350549516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116379072350549516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116370455020344593</id><published>2006-11-16T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:15:50.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days in a Row</title><content type='html'>Poutine, poutine, aaaaaaaaaaaaand poutine.&lt;br /&gt;Best. Lunch. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116370455020344593?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116370455020344593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116370455020344593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116370455020344593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116370455020344593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-days-in-row.html' title='3 Days in a Row'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116322357741414993</id><published>2006-11-10T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:39:37.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend Loner</title><content type='html'>Yup it's official... I am a loner.&lt;br /&gt;What makes me this?  &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;I once was this girl that was known for never being home.  Rarely sleeping in the house that I own, oddly opting for a couch or a spare bed some place else.  This person that, as soon as I walked in the door, I felt it was time to leave.  Always on the go.  Never slowing down.  Always out.  Always about.&lt;br /&gt;Then, this past week or so, it all seemed to change.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to turn my house into a home and while doing that, realized I actually want to be here.&lt;br /&gt;It's becoming more relaxing... I seem to be more lazy in the evenings...  (I work like a crazy maniac these days) and I'd rather go to bed early so I can wake up early and actually use the day to its full potential.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that I am WAY more productive before lunch.  A lot more relaxed.  And the usual 'night life' still isn't really for me.&lt;br /&gt;I tried.  I believed I liked it.  But no... there is more to life then that.  Sure it's fun from time to time, but right now, at this point, I want more.&lt;br /&gt;That leads us to today.&lt;br /&gt;This morning started off FANTASTIC with a radio interview on Manitoba's biggest and most popular radio station.  8:35AM - GOLDEN time.&lt;br /&gt;After that, it led to an insanely busy and high stress day of work (at the same station) as we got ready for this long weekend.  I just barely walked in the door from picking up another order of my CD's  (which you may purchase from me at any time) to get the message that it was time for supper with my family. &lt;br /&gt;So, off to Boston Pizza we go.&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, and I then went to see a wonderful night of Fiddling with the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra and some French dude at the concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Mom and I started giggling at some smart ass comment that really isn't that funny, and couldn't stop.  &lt;br /&gt;Tears.  Many many tears came as we tried NOT to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Dad naturally got upset at our bad behavior then closed his eyes to soak up the music.  He then slowly begun to conduct gently beside his knee.  It was a perfect Dad moment.  Actually... a perfect family moment.&lt;br /&gt;The night ended at 10 and all I wanted to do was come home.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. There are people out and about tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's my long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Heck Yeah there are places I "should" be.&lt;br /&gt;But where do I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Here in my home.  I don't need to be alone, but for some reason it's calming.  It's peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing... I'd rather be a long weekend loner then a bar star tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116322357741414993?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116322357741414993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116322357741414993' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116322357741414993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116322357741414993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-weekend-loner.html' title='Long Weekend Loner'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116287780279986601</id><published>2006-11-06T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:36:49.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do...</title><content type='html'>A nurse, a chef, and a creative writer all have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact same thing that a creepy pimp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1799.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an excited Bears fan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1779.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a tough pirate do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1777.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN IN THE STATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Last minute decision, ok we decided at our last show, that we should head over the boarder yet again.  It had been WAY to long!  Sadly most of our friends are not currently in that country, BUT we still made the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;After finding out that EVERY hotel was booked, we settled in at the "Happy Host".  (What a shinny gem that was)&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, we ordered in pizza.  I don't think Myles was prepared for him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1758.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kristi... a little TOO excited for the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1757.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we downed that it was time to get into our comfy clothes and head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1766.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason Kristi thought I needed a piggy back ride everywhere.  I really didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1821.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night unfolded much as it usually does in the states, minus a couple of great people, with one adventure after the next.  Yes, we were the only ones dressed up on a Friday night.  I don't know where everyone elses festive spirits where at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1816.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prancing around the streets waiting for a cab to bring us 'home' we FINALLY found ourselves at the Happy Host.  Oh was I happy.&lt;br /&gt;(ha. Ha. HA!)&lt;br /&gt;At that point, Myles and I got in an extremly heated discussion about tattoos and wedding bands, which lead to a pretty open and honest conversation about up-bringings.  At some point Kristi realized the 'fight' wasn't going to cool down anytime soon so she fell asleep.  A while after that, I realized that even if I had a point to make, Myles really wasn't going to let up.  So, I gave in after quite some time and concluded that this guy certainly had control of that conversation.  (I know... weird)  I woke the next morning to see that Myles didn't want to sleep when we did.  Instead, he stayed up late claiming things in the motel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1830.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the mall, I bought some snazy new boots, Kristi DIDN'T spend money, and Myles applied for work... at 2 places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1833.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the usual double shot pickup and we were on our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1837.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi returned to her house in the same state she left it, Myles walked into his suite with an alarm clock blaring from 8 hours prior, and me... well I came home to Killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1738.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and shortly after to my dog in the country)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116287780279986601?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116287780279986601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116287780279986601' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116287780279986601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116287780279986601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-do.html' title='What do...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116252836598089977</id><published>2006-11-02T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:32:46.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just You Wait</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok.  I've been havin' some trouble uploading my Halloween blog.  I don't know what THAT's all about.  But, tomorrow I hope I can figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I AM alive.  Maybe more so then ever.  Ok, probably not, but I can tell you that I haven't felt my brain or my heart work so hard in such a long time.  Oh, and although I wanted to be SUPER professional at my new job, it's pretty much the opposite.  Kinda hard for someone as loopy as me to be 'serious' when they encourage out of control behavior.  It's like growing up, when Dauna-Lee Barkman would laugh at everything I did and it made me get extremly hyper.  Then the next thing you knew I was out in the hall b/c I was bouncing off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon for a photo blog of death awesomeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116252836598089977?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116252836598089977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116252836598089977' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116252836598089977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116252836598089977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-you-wait.html' title='Just You Wait'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116173371508595797</id><published>2006-10-24T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:48:35.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terri Time</title><content type='html'>Where or where did it begin... hmm... I guess we were watching a little Boston Legal on Tuesday and then decided we needed to spend more time together.  So, on Friday we checked out Matt Dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna lie, although that's a AWFUL photo, that guy has a set of pipes on him!&lt;br /&gt;Once the show was done, we headed back stage while they finished tearing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri and her pal Mike, I mean Steve, whateve'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want his tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and LOTS of photos where taken there but they may bore you.  You'd be surprised how much fun you really can have in that dingy little room!&lt;br /&gt;"One shot of - two shots of happy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.  So much fun being had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to where they were staying and I explored the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri found some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when Steve bet me his tie that I couldn't start the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I said game on to that.&lt;br /&gt;Terri said game on to more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20050.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve started to swet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night he got his last photo with the tie.  It was a sad moment for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't stop pouting about it the entire night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's only smiling there b/c I gave him the tie back when it was all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind... the bus driver helped me out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday I played a little show at the Elephant and Castle with this fine little singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Her stage name is "Best Friend Terri")&lt;br /&gt;And then again on Monday at the Billabong Bar and Bistro.&lt;br /&gt;Both nights were opening sets for Myles Palmquest.  &lt;br /&gt;We have decided to now take on the world as a traveling duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/0%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/0%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok no.  That also was a lie.  And that photo is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that brings us to today.  I am sitting in my living room, home from work early, my belly is hurting, and I have a lot coming my way these next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you that do... please pray for me.  &lt;br /&gt;The job is more intense then any I've had before.  It's a great challenge and I know I can do it, but I'm also having to look for new renters at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Can be overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;As always... much love to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116173371508595797?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116173371508595797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116173371508595797' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116173371508595797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116173371508595797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/10/terri-time.html' title='Terri Time'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116112578266157237</id><published>2006-10-17T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:06:42.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Photos</title><content type='html'>The street where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1579.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Anthony... he sees a bird... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1582.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was an extra special, super fabulous, weekend of joy!  &lt;br /&gt;Dauna-Lee was out AND we brought Mom out for her birthday!!  &lt;br /&gt;First we spent the day getting a pretty new outfit for her, then we came home and I did her hair and makeup.  I now can see why Terri enjoyed doing this to me all the time.  Even though I would get stressed and complain it was too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her 50th birthday, we decided to take her out for supper and then to the Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1636.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1635.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony has a purple tongue!  I know... he's funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this about 1000x before Mom could keep her eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1644.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us.  Anthony, so mysterious.  (or bored.  not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1648.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1656_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1656_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to meet up with these two girls and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1658.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy for Art and Soul at the Winnipeg Art Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1663_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1663_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's called acting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1657.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1659_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1659_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1660_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1660_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1720.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of a lobster!&lt;br /&gt;YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I headed back to Mom and Dad's for a good ol' lobster cook out with family friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1678.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didn't scream like we thought they would.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony and Gerry are REALLY "close".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1680.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hoped that they would fight.  Sadly, they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1698.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs from inside a female lobster!  YUCK!!  And you all wonder why I find it hard to eat meat!&lt;br /&gt;My Dad - he LOVES his lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1693.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does Anth.  He kissed his a LOT!  Perhaps he was getting in some practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1700.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anything on this picture look similar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1707.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry loves his lobster too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1713.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1715.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1706.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1694.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then me, being domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1721.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was all said and done I went out for one last time with DeeDee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1729.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promises to be home for Christmas... I certainly hope so.  I miss that little lady already!&lt;br /&gt;So all in all I had a SUPER weekend.  But now, I'm running late to my new job so, I guess I'll have to end this.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  I'm back to 8 hour days... at least for the next 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116112578266157237?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116112578266157237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116112578266157237' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116112578266157237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116112578266157237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-photos.html' title='Weekend Photos'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-116041766862112725</id><published>2006-10-09T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:14:28.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Shivers</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like a music shiver.&lt;br /&gt;You'll know what I'm talking about if there has ever been a song that, as soon as it comes on, you stop dead in your tracks, close your eyes, throw your head back and softly mumble something, perhaps "yes", as a shiver runs down your spine and flows into ever limb.&lt;br /&gt;Ah music shiver... &lt;br /&gt;The slide guitar in the opening of "Do I Ever Cross Your Mind" by Ray Charles and Bonnie Rait kills me every time.&lt;br /&gt;As the song continues, I sing a little, then the shiver happens again. &lt;br /&gt;At this point all I want to do is turn the music up so it's the only thing surrounding me. I wish I could get lost in the sound and soak it all into my entire being.&lt;br /&gt;But the song ends and the only thing I can do is hit repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not your style? Well please then, do tell... what song makes you shiver?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-116041766862112725?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/116041766862112725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=116041766862112725' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116041766862112725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/116041766862112725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/10/music-shivers.html' title='Music Shivers'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115977426361908835</id><published>2006-10-02T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:50:59.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who just became a nurse?</title><content type='html'>Her name is Kristina Loewen from Ridgewood MB.  (ok, ok, it's Winnipeg now.  I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1522.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed off to her grad., the night was toasted with a little Champagne. Mmm..  (OK. Sparkling wine.  Whatever already!)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when a mother and daughter talk about nursing they need their hands under their chins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1532.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1543.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1550.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Kristi's Mom looked like for most of the night.  She LOVES her photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1551.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, the dinner, and the dancing, it was time for Kristi and I to head back downtown.  Naturally we took the dance party with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1570.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cab Driver wasn't sure how much fun he was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1571.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there the night carried on much like any other time we go out and about.  We met up with old friends, danced, I ended up barefoot (yeas, that usually happens) and we decided to hit up Johnny G's for a 3AM snack.  &lt;br /&gt;One thing that was different besides being THAT dressed up?&lt;br /&gt;This time Melissa Plett actually cut her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1575.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought a club would have broken glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115977426361908835?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115977426361908835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115977426361908835' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115977426361908835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115977426361908835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-who-just-became-nurse.html' title='Guess who just became a nurse?'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115948523076240740</id><published>2006-09-28T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:41:47.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been hiding?</title><content type='html'>It's that time again.  Time that Melissa Plett looks back and says "What the heck?!"&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Better yourself both physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;The final straw?  I realized that forgetting things in mid-sentence, chewing your nails to the bone, and not being able to sing for months b/c of tight muscles in your neck probably means your stressed.  About what?  Well... the whole world doesn't need to read EVERYTHING do they?  (haha)  &lt;br /&gt;So I've been making more time for things such as music, positive friends, and family.  In the end when EVERYONE and EVERYTHING seems to have rejected you, family is ALL you've got.  And frick, my family is AWESOME.  &lt;br /&gt;Here's a back ally photo shoot with Anth. Brother and next door neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1491.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1491.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1484.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1484.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1497.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1497.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh lookin' at those. Oh if only you all knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided to take on a part time job back in Steinbach.  Why?  Well, I worked there YEARS ago so it's EASY and all I have to do is enjoy the people!  I got the giggles the other day just watching all the seniors come and go.  These people still find it a HUGE treat to hide a shiny dollar under the creamer.  Haha.  What on earth am I going to do with that?!  If I was working there for the tips I'd be an unhappy person.  So yes, Sandra, I am back there from Mon - Wed.  You'd be amazed at how good it's been for my mind.  It just makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;Plus then I get to hang out with my parents, "old" friends, and my DOG!  Oh, and the other day my parents and I were going to bring their cat to the city to catch my mice and look what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1503.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Innes found them, but I got to pet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1513.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to the city "Rence" and I took in a little comedy.  (Nothin' better for your belly or mind) Bob Smith (WPG) and Jeff Capri (L.A.) were performing so we checked it out.  Seriously they were both SUPER funny.  Yup.  I did my loud, quiet-part-of-the-funny-movie, laugh quite a few times last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1520.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(only photo I took.  I know... it's not the "best" photo I've taken)&lt;br /&gt;So there's the update for now.&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy and cold outside but I can't wait to get out there.  Hey, it's a beautiful day if you want it to be!&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115948523076240740?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115948523076240740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115948523076240740' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115948523076240740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115948523076240740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-have-i-been-hiding.html' title='Where have I been hiding?'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115903876120759696</id><published>2006-09-23T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:15:14.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE BEING CANADIAN</title><content type='html'>Last night I made some supper (yup, I, Melissa Plett, cooked) and then did some exploring on good ol' You Tube.  What I discovered?  Rick Mercer is Gold and I LOVE BEING CANADIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qRASZ_9nthQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qRASZ_9nthQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if our government is this AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115903876120759696?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115903876120759696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115903876120759696' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115903876120759696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115903876120759696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-being-canadian.html' title='I LOVE BEING CANADIAN'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115864373439420945</id><published>2006-09-19T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:28:54.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It finally happened</title><content type='html'>I got hit up with a ticket.  Wait, let me correct that, 2 tickets.  Actually 3... Kristi got one too.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we could go and try to fight them.  The cop even suggested it after I started joking around with him, but why would I?&lt;br /&gt;I made the decision to ride that way.  In fact, we made that choice a couple times all summer long!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the summer could have ended in a more perfect way.  Nope.  A rainy fall night, squeezing the little bit of Vespa riding out of it that we could, pullin' up to a red light beside a ghost car only to have them turn the flashers on as soon as it turned green... Awe - some.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it sucks cause I'm beyond broke.  But at the same time, it was my choice to have a passenger and NOT wear a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could replay the entire story for you.  It was actually kinda funny.  Gettin' the cops laughin' in no time!&lt;br /&gt;$421 later I'm charged with riding without a helmet, having a passenger on a scooter without my motorcycle license, and Kristi was charged with not wearing a helmet.  Oh, and when they ran the plates it said my insurance was suspended too!  (that was a mistake in their comp. we soon realized)&lt;br /&gt;Haha - perfect!&lt;br /&gt;I know my Mom will be upset, and some of you are thinking "wow.  you're dumb", but I'm laughing and thinkin' it's pretty dang funny!&lt;br /&gt;Such is life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;You make you're choices and then you live with them.&lt;br /&gt;No time to be upset and complain... you're the one that made the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all once again!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115864373439420945?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115864373439420945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115864373439420945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115864373439420945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115864373439420945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-finally-happened.html' title='It finally happened'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115839431791901332</id><published>2006-09-16T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T03:11:58.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with my Camera</title><content type='html'>I've had this camera for quite some time and only NOW found this feature.  Some of these photos may not be totally clear but I just wanted to show you how much fun you really CAN have with a camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1325.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1302.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1315.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1331.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1337.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115839431791901332?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115839431791901332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115839431791901332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115839431791901332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115839431791901332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/09/playing-with-my-camera.html' title='Playing with my Camera'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115834959285189026</id><published>2006-09-15T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:54:17.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some girls you just gotta love!</title><content type='html'>This week was great!  I spent time with some of my favorite girls in my life.  All that was needed was a little Sandra Plett, a touch of Dauna-Lee Barkmen and it would have been PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;So I headed out to the country to spend time with my Mom and my Dog (also a female).  On Tuesday we went into town for lunch and when it was time to head home we headed south instead of north.  Yup.  My Mom is wicked and awesome!  Quick little road trip down to Grand Forks just b/c.&lt;br /&gt;We hit up Target, where I wasn't allowed to buy anything, and poked around there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/2_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy... whateve'.&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while of shopping we thought; Heck!  Let's just stay the night!  (Hmm... I wonder where I get it from?!)  So we bought matching swimsuits (can't show you but my Mom was HOT) hit up The Blue Moose for supper, and headed off to the C'mon Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left early the next day b/c I had to work but it was SOOO worth the drive.  &lt;br /&gt;I hung out a little more in the country, did some hot tubbing with some good ol' friends, watched a movie with my Mom and came close to finishing a piano song I've been working on for a year and a half!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then last night it was time for Terri, Kristi, and I to hit up some Pajama Party Terri got us hyped about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her husband.  He's a little scary in peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even broke a cup and MADE Terri clean it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no, when the freezer opened up a glass fell out.  But isn't she a cute little house wife just out of the shower?  Awww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1259.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second!  What's that in her cute little hand?&lt;br /&gt;The party was lame and there wasn't a whole lot of people there but that wasn't going to stop our fun.  Nope.  We went all over the city and ended up at The Palamino Club.  Yeah that's right.  Cougars Ville.  But wow, did we have fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dude was dancin' up a storm and you could TELL he wasn't from Winnipeg.  Why?  Well he had style and man could he dance!  (sorry, no offense Winnipeg)  He backed into our circle, grabbed my hand, and 3 songs later I was diz-zy.  Dips+Spins+Lifts = Best Dance Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1271.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kristi and her dance with Mr. Chicago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1277.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the good ol' Palimino, tucked ourselves into bed, and decided theme night must take place once a month.&lt;br /&gt;What a great week!&lt;br /&gt;I love all the women AND men in my life very much.  You all make me smile.  No matter how much you're a part of it.  Yup, even you guys that CAN'T dance!&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115834959285189026?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115834959285189026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115834959285189026' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115834959285189026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115834959285189026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-girls-you-just-gotta-love.html' title='Some girls you just gotta love!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115765694583360551</id><published>2006-09-07T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:22:29.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why was Calgary Awesome?</title><content type='html'>Because of THIS girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/2_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/2_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1182.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1187.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ikea Hot Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1188.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvioulsy b/c of juice as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1190.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to be judges of that Kokanee Girl search thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/2_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/2_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a bit of Banff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1212.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried on some nasty shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took one last look of Calgary and I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/wall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everyone that made yet ANOTHER whicked and awesome trip for me.  You are all... sexy and cool!&lt;br /&gt;(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115765694583360551?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115765694583360551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115765694583360551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115765694583360551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115765694583360551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-was-calgary-awesome.html' title='Why was Calgary Awesome?'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115752953398952771</id><published>2006-09-06T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T02:58:54.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom... so Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1214.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, look how cute she is cupping the cell phone with two hands.  Ooooh!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it was her birthday while I was in Calgary.  Super happy that I got to see her (she came through with my Dad) so DaunaLee and I took her out for coffee in the evening.  Um, this is a women that HATES cell phones, tells us she will "never get one", and doesn't let us answer ours.  All we wanted to do was Celebrate her birthday... I guess she would have rather been some place else.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, how about with Dauna-Lee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not a prob.  You stay out here, we'll go in and get your cake and coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1217.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday to you, happy birth - oh, no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1218.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll blow out the sugar candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1221.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1223.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when she walked away from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1227.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whip has melted on the mocha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1228.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't want her cake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1229.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll eat alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1233.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should open her card and read her what she's missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1235.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m sure this lady will LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's right Hollywood... you watch on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1236.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?  Wha'?  You love me and it was Jason and Irene?!  I'll laugh, but it's only to hide my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1241.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 45th birthday Mom!&lt;br /&gt;Mis. "I hate cell phones"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115752953398952771?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115752953398952771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115752953398952771' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115752953398952771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115752953398952771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-mom-so-hollywood.html' title='My Mom... so Hollywood'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115715339087207505</id><published>2006-09-01T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:29:50.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgary... ok... Edmonton first</title><content type='html'>I was a little scared, but it turns out... there were NO snakes on my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1158.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was gettin' a ride to the airport for my 7:10 AM flight.  My brother got me there by 6:36AM... no big deal, lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;Flight was changed for 7AM.&lt;br /&gt;After I checked in and they told me my luggage may not make the flight, I told them it would, and I ran up the stairs, I started hearing my name being paged.&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;Security was slow.... heard my name again.&lt;br /&gt;They made me pretty much take all my clothes off... heard my name for a final call again.&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the gate only to then realize I left my ticket at security and had NO idea where my ID was.  They brought my ticket over and let me on with only my mastercard as ID.  WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Once I finally arrived, DaunaLee was happy to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1160.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Edmonton? Sure, why not?!  Timmy's first though please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... ummm... if you could just go on ahead and punch in that coffee... that'd be grrreat..."  (office space dude actually WORKED there - ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the fun started when we crossed the entrance of The Bay into the West Edm. Mall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of shopping it was time for lunch... in the car!  (DaunaLee packed us a treat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point DaunaLee went to get her hair done.  Apparently THIS lady didn't like hairdressers doing her hair after they colored it.  She did a wonderful job of blow drying the front smooth and leaving the back matted and, well, pretty much like a party.  I'm sure she used to have a mullet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked for directions to the Telus Field.  This guy didn't want to tell us  (get it?  Telus... Tell Us... ) Nope, he DROVE us there.  Eddy was a really friendly Albertan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1171.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1173.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1174.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the cat tried picking me up.  (awkward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1175.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we checked out White Ave.  Good times, if you're awake!  Which we weren't.  I didn't know you could be sitting in a loud and lively group of people and still, manage to pretty much fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1178.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateve.  We had enough of our nap time, mixed with 16 year olds pretending they were 19 so we should date them, and left that scene.  It was time to head back to Calgary. ok, ok... time to nap every hour on the side of the road until we got BACK to Calgary.&lt;br /&gt;Until later... much love to y'all.&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA  (and DeeDee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115715339087207505?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115715339087207505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115715339087207505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115715339087207505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115715339087207505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/09/calgary-ok-edmonton-first.html' title='Calgary... ok... Edmonton first'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115699826266321026</id><published>2006-08-30T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:32:16.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night out with Anthony</title><content type='html'>First of all this is our wicked awesome crew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/400/vespanight003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, my brother and I are pretty much the coolest people I know.&lt;br /&gt;I take off to Calgary in the morning so we decided to do a little cruisin' tonight.  First stop... hot dogs at The Forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the anticipation of an un-cooked, $2.75 hot dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the sun... so hot... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat and ate our very healthy supper, we watched the security / patrol "police" work really, really hard at the gates of the outdoor Sean Paul concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so safe.&lt;br /&gt;As we got ready to ride out into the sunset I suddenly realized... Wait a minute, she never charged us for our food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mennonite you would THINK I'd take off with the free meal in my belly.  But, being raised how I was... that's NOT an option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight011.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, it was time for some after dinner reading.  Yes, with our helmets on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony shopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my CD.  (McNally Robinson, Grant Park Mall, $7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we made our purchases (ok, Anth. bought something) we had a nice little stop off at Starbucks.  Can you believe someone tried to tell us we weren't allowed to take pictures outside the store?!  Yeah, apparently it's against Starbucks policy! Hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found ourselves back at the Forks just on time to catch yet another whicked, awesome, group.  All the cool and sexy people were inside.  They all had $44 to blow on a super awesome show!  We stood behind the gates sad... if only we were cool and sexy and could watch Sean Paul... Oh if only... LAME!  All we heard were people yelling into mic's "Everybody yell, everybody yell... I have an idea, I can't rap and I'm lame so... everybody yell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We zipped around Winnipeg a little longer.  Up and down Arlington bridge, through the Exchange, down Portage and Main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/vespanight030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/vespanight030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we found ourselves back at home.  I have to pack, and Anthony has to sleep or something.  Whateve'.  All in all, it was a wonderful night with my brother, and neighbor, Anthony Plett.  (I hope he's not looking out his bathroom window at me while I write this... he CAN see me from there)&lt;br /&gt;Check out Anthony's version at http://anthonysadventures.blogspot.com (cpoy and paste)&lt;br /&gt;Much Love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115699826266321026?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115699826266321026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115699826266321026' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115699826266321026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115699826266321026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/night-out-with-anthony.html' title='Night out with Anthony'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115679321592363269</id><published>2006-08-28T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:26:56.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, before I go...</title><content type='html'>I thought I should quickly tell you about the adventure Terri and I went on the other night.&lt;br /&gt;We attended a Nygard fashion show / breast cancer awareness "ball" on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;First matter of business was to get pink and white outfits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Nygard%20-%20Bathroom%20Picture%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Nygard%20-%20Bathroom%20Picture%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got that thrown together.  (I got creative with our outfits and even made Terri's top)&lt;br /&gt;We jumped on the pink Vespa and headed downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Goooooood times.&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, you know your extremly important when this man wants to take a photo with you and there are about 5 random photographers screaming your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Melissa%2C%20Nygard%2C%20Terri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Melissa%2C%20Nygard%2C%20Terri.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's Peter Nygard... no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;After that event took place we rode around the city, hit up a couple of the extremly exclusive after parties and then, headed on back home.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way we were both offered jobs with the Nygard family.  Once again... no big deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115679321592363269?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115679321592363269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115679321592363269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115679321592363269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115679321592363269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-before-i-go.html' title='Ok, before I go...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115663637357255454</id><published>2006-08-26T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:54:41.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Out</title><content type='html'>That's right!  Once again I'm taking this "show" on the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where?  Calgary!&lt;br /&gt;When?  This Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Why? To see Dauna and have a few other random adventures&lt;br /&gt;How?  Would you believe I'm actually gonna fly?!&lt;br /&gt;What?  I know.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment will be documented as it was a month ago so keep checkin' back!&lt;br /&gt;yesssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115663637357255454?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115663637357255454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115663637357255454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115663637357255454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115663637357255454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/heading-out.html' title='Heading Out'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115639784616899357</id><published>2006-08-24T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:37:26.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I even wore HEELS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/heels.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I thought I needed a massage before... wow!  I didn't know back pain!&lt;br /&gt;So today, I went to my friend lovely boutique to help out while she was out of town.&lt;br /&gt;I got semi "dolled up" and even sported some flashy little footwear.  How could I have ever known today would NOT be the day for that.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;After work I "ran" out to my car to hurry home and meet a potential roommate.  Much to my delight, this was the day my wonderful Road Trip Magic Maker (?!) decided not to start.  Huh?  Wha'?  Having already called my brother for a lift, and seeing that in about half an hour my car would get towed from the lot, I got out and did what any stubborn girl from the country would do... I pushed it.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  I backed it up, turned it around, pushed it off the lot, and parallel "parked" it on a quiet little street.  &lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, I thought I'd try again... yup.  It started.  &lt;br /&gt;So I called off the pick up, drove "slowly" home, only to come across a man stalled right across the ally at Maryland.  Blocking me about a 1/4 of a block from my house.  So, what did I do?  &lt;br /&gt;I got out and pushed.  He said he didn't need my help as he tried over and over to start his car. &lt;br /&gt;Sure, you don't need my help but you're certainly in the way!&lt;br /&gt;To say the least, it made me chuckle.  Who would have ever thought I'd be pushing two cars in one day?  ha. Ha. HAA... ohhh it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;All on the day I even wore heels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115639784616899357?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115639784616899357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115639784616899357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115639784616899357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115639784616899357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-even-wore-heels.html' title='I even wore HEELS!!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115631251748143293</id><published>2006-08-23T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:55:17.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a night</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I am so thankful and happy I got to be part of what took place tonight.  It was amazing and I have a new drive and passion for this whole "performing thing".  It's pretty late and I have to work in the morning.  However, I'll have a lot of time to write about it and hopefully edit the film so I can post that up too!&lt;br /&gt;Keep checkin' back.  You know it's gonna be here soon!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and much love and thanks to everyone that came out and supported.&lt;br /&gt;We've only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115631251748143293?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115631251748143293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115631251748143293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115631251748143293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115631251748143293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-night.html' title='What a night'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115620743753586193</id><published>2006-08-21T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:52:49.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today(yesterday)... a happy AND sad day</title><content type='html'>Ok there are a couple reasons why I feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;1 - I just bought a digital video camera.  This is an exciting thing b/c this whole "On the Road with Melissa Plett" is going to be kicked into AWESOME mode!  Not just photos, oh no, videos, Videos, VIDEOS!!  You'll be able to actually SEE how amazing and fun the places are that I'm going to.  It'll be kicked off with clips from tonight's show!  However, this is sad b/c the video camera I got as a grad gift will continue to collect dust.  Until I'm older and pull out the sweet antique to show my kids.  That, my dear friends, is sad.&lt;br /&gt;2 - All my pals from Minot ND are taking off for a few days.  Ok, months.  I wont see them until after Christmas.  And there are some that have come to be quite important to me over the past couple months.  Happy that I got to spend some time with them this weekend.  Sad, because, well, that's obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what all went down this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;(I'll have to add pictures later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. - the usual good times in Minot.&lt;br /&gt;Sun. - I went out to the Base with Richard and was privileged enough to enter an "important" government building.  Wow.  I was in aw as we entered the building... soon the torn up carpets caught my eye, next the fluorescent lights started to hurt them, and as we entered their depressing work space, well, would you believe it... a BAT FLEW AT US!!!! What the heck?!  There's code after code after alarm to get in the building but they have bats?!  &lt;br /&gt;Um, it almost touched my leg.&lt;br /&gt;THAT is weird.  Awesome, but weird.  &lt;br /&gt;That night Kristi and I helped throw a little house warming/Christmas/goodbye party at Prestons (aka Powder) house.  He has one pretty little house and we had gooood times.  We even bought him a Harley Davidson "Happy Home" cake.  The night ended with me falling asleep first, yet again.  I have problems with couches and late nights... pretty sure I was snoring too. M'eh, whatcha gonna do I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Mon. - It was "Goodbye Minot".  Not so fun.  But I guess we knew this day was coming.  Who knows, we may hit it up a time or two while they're away.  Videos have to be made right?  There's hardly a point though if they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  That is where I was this weekend.  Sorry I didn't return calls.  But hey, the locals of MB are getting used to that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next trip... Calgary for Sept. long.&lt;br /&gt;But first, a sweet little show tonight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115620743753586193?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115620743753586193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115620743753586193' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115620743753586193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115620743753586193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/todayyesterday-happy-and-sad-day.html' title='Today(yesterday)... a happy AND sad day'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115592975870941921</id><published>2006-08-18T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:35:58.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me just tell you...</title><content type='html'>When I'm riding the Buttercup Beauty Bar Vespa, there are actually a few things I DO know.  And, a few things YOU should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. I know I should wear a helmet.  I choose not to some times.  I KNOW the dangers. I am VERY VERY aware of what can happen (june 5th 1995) and sometimes I make the choice not to put it on.  Bad one?  perhaps.  My choice all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?  I didn't know I should "be safe" while driving.  Wow.  Thank you for pulling up beside me to insist that I be careful.  Honestly, why do people assume that a blonde on a pink bike has no brain?  Sorta funny how stupid people really are b/c of stereotypes they've learned.  &lt;br /&gt;For some reason this dude decided to pull up beside us last night, open his window, lean over "Girls... GIRLS.  Be careful while you're on that.  Seriously.  I'm not joking.  You need to be safe.  ok? OK?"&lt;br /&gt;Now you would think it was b/c we weren't being safe.  But in reality, this guy just decided that the red light meant it was time to pull out the "Safety Police" card and do his one deed of good for the day.  I guess it was getting late and he hadn't taught anyone a lesson yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.  Believe it or not, I too can drive a car.  And you know what... I took the same test everyone else took.  So, when I come up to a pedestrian crosswalk, lights flashing, no one crossing, I slow down and carry on.  If there WERE people, I would not have driven through.  I KNOW when it's "safe" to cross.  Thankyou.  You don't need to hunt me down and explain the rules of a crosswalk to me.  Did I hit anyone?  Was there anyone even walking? No and NO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just b/c I am on a vehicle that has no roof or windows does NOT mean you have to be my Drivers Ed instructor every chance you get.  I took it once, passed, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what I'll start doing is pull up beside you at a red light, tap on your window a couple times and give you the "lesson of the day".  &lt;br /&gt;"What??  Why would I do that, that would just be silly!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes it would so stop doing it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for the record, I'm not naturally blonde.  I was just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love &lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115592975870941921?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115592975870941921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115592975870941921' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115592975870941921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115592975870941921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-me-just-tell-you.html' title='Let me just tell you...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115561641015265583</id><published>2006-08-14T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:25:00.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH. MY. GOODNESS!</title><content type='html'>The show coming up on the 22nd is going to be well worth the $7 dollars.  I'm playing with 3 other women that can certainly sing.  Can't wait!  Be sure to come on out and support local talent.  Oh, and you may want to bring a blanket cause you're going to shiver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a strange day.  I attended another golf tourn. in which I did a little promo for the radio station I used to work for.  Thing is, I was extremely tired for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a TON of cotton candy, drank a lot of pop and coffee, tried this and that, and eventually took these "energy pills" that Tim, Manitoba pork guy, had in his car.&lt;br /&gt;I've never taken them before and was SUPER nervous... they did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, trying to be "Miss. Perky" and really just wanting to swing myself to sleep in a hammock.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what the deal was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know now is that I am super excited about the show on the 22nd.  Rehearsal was GREAT tonight.  Pretty sure the walls in this home have never heard such beautiful voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/prarie%20girl-final-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/prarie%20girl-final-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you want a ticket and I will most certainly hook you up!&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, spread the word too if you'd like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!!!&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115561641015265583?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115561641015265583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115561641015265583' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115561641015265583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115561641015265583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my-goodness.html' title='OH. MY. GOODNESS!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115552917442825921</id><published>2006-08-13T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:19:34.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YARD SALE DAY!</title><content type='html'>I woke up at the beautiful hour of 7:30 AM.  One YIKES! for the day.&lt;br /&gt;The second came when I was putting all our "treasures" out on the lawn.  When I entered the back room, this is what I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1116.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side is that he's been tormenting us for MONTHS now and deeking all the traps.  One smart mouse.  Misty wasn't here when she said she'd be so it became her duty to get rid of him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm going to put my hand close to that thing!&lt;br /&gt;The yard sale was a blast!  What's better then hanging out on your porch all day, selling junk to people that think it's a treasure?  Not a whole lot.  I even sold the busted up bike, that I found beside my house,  2x!  (One guy took it a block then asked for his money back, the 2nd guy actually kept it)&lt;br /&gt;However, before the mad rush of people, I took a little ride up the street to get us round two of Timmy's.  (who actually doesn't make that good of coffee any more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, people apparently wanted most of the things that my old roommates left behind.  I, in turn, made a pretty nice little handful of money and emptied out my cluttered basement.  &lt;br /&gt;(Misty getting ready for the sale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1119.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person wanted a full length mirror, I got mine from the attic and... SOLD&lt;br /&gt;Another man wanted a vacuum, heck we have two... SOLD&lt;br /&gt;Some punk kid came by and bought all 19 of our mis-matched tumblers.  And yes, some of them were dirty!&lt;br /&gt;Misty and I sat on the porch all day eating, selling, watching, and listening to our sweet "Yard Sale Soundtrack" that consisted of a little Neko, a splash of Carolyn, mixed 80's / 90's music, Guster, Bob Dylan, and a top off of Ray Charles.&lt;br /&gt;What did we do with the left overs you asked?  Well, there's a sweet trailor trash looking pile right up by the street, free for your taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love I say goodnight until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115552917442825921?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115552917442825921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115552917442825921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115552917442825921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115552917442825921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/yard-sale-day.html' title='YARD SALE DAY!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115543830664699494</id><published>2006-08-12T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:42:01.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unofficial Canadian Ambassordor</title><content type='html'>My new lot in life, this I've decided!  A nice old man in the states told me I was a good one, so I think it's something I will strive to become even better at.  Oh, and proclaim it as I go.  (yes Richard... there will be a hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided that no matter how much my fathers family wants to deny it, there is gypsy blood in us.&lt;br /&gt;I just returned home from our extended family campout and you should have seen it.  We didn't even make it to the "campsites".  Nope, everyone decided that the driveway was the PERFECT place for their Boler Campers.  And I mean EVERYONE.  It seriously looked like a crazy caravan of gypsys had just rolled into town.&lt;br /&gt;If you look at some of my aunts, they have features that look much like a typical gypsy too.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day gypsys were BAD.  They still probably are and I"m sure that's why most people in the family wont admit that we have some blood in us.  However, for me, it finally all makes sense and explains a little more about why I can't keep still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO we don't want to rape and pillage villages.&lt;br /&gt;NO we don't believe in magic.&lt;br /&gt;YES we take baths and we also like to wonder, meet new people, entertain as we go, and for some reason have a natural gift for the violin.  (at least my grandpa did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, from now on when I hit the road, it's because I am an Unofficial Canadian Ambassordor gypsy musician!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And now a little story for Sandra's comment on the last one)&lt;br /&gt;So I was out the other night, and this guy (Kristi's friend) was telling me about how he's always the "funny one".  The guy that can't wear striped shirts b/c then he looks like the Michalin Man that's "cute".  And that guys HATE hearing they're "cute" from girls.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I let him know what girls HATE hearing.  And that, of corse, is "Wow!  You're friend is so hot!!"  ( It's true guys, not cool )  &lt;br /&gt;This lead us into another conversation of opinions which lead into him giving me this little "theory" of his:&lt;br /&gt;There are houses, that from the street look amazing and "hot".  And from the street you are in aw.  But then when you get inside, the plumbing is bad, the walls are falling apart, the flooring is awful, and it just doesn't feel comfortable or like a home at all.&lt;br /&gt;And THEN there are houses that look like nice little "starter homes".  But, when you get inside you're in aw at how amazing they really are.  They're beautiful, comfortable, everything is put together, and you feel so at peace and know... this is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of it all, I guess I should be happy to hear... I am a starter home.  (hahahahahaha - guys, girls don't really wanna hear that either.  No matter how much you think you're complimenting them.  Do NOT call them a "starter home"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go San.  That's where THAT came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;gooooood night,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115543830664699494?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115543830664699494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115543830664699494' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115543830664699494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115543830664699494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/unofficial-canadian-ambassordor.html' title='Unofficial Canadian Ambassordor'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115533964488318729</id><published>2006-08-11T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:40:45.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Last night I ended up going to bed at a wonderful hour yet again... 3AM.  So, that lead me to sleep in way past the time I told Maryann I'd be at her store.  Now this is the good part about working for your friends... they don't get that upset.  'specially cause I am helping her out right now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  I rolled out of bed, put on clothes that were still in my packed suitcase, through my hair in a pony tail and headed out the door.  (yes, I brushed my teethe)  No big deal, I was just doing filing and such at the store, out of the customers site.&lt;br /&gt;Using my serious skills in multi-tasking, I drove over on the ol' pink Vespa and played catch-up on the phone with Dauna-Lee. &lt;br /&gt;Once I got to Buttercup Beauty Bar Maryann thought it a wonderful idea to get some errands done and leave me with the store.  Yes, this would be a great idea if I actually looked the part.&lt;br /&gt;You see, this store is a very high-end boutique.  Only women with a lot of money, or really snotty attitudes (usually both) seem to come in there.  So there I am, looking like a farmer, waiting to look like a fool.  &lt;br /&gt;I decided to "play" with some makeup and hope that no one came in until I looked a little more alive.&lt;br /&gt;Well would you know it, they came in, right when I had an eyelash curler on my eye and looked like a frazzeled physco.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I managed to smile my way out of THAT situation and sell a couple things.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of this story?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just wanted to share something with you befor I head out the door for an extended family campout.  That, and say: Just b/c the cover is boring, doesn't mean the inside wont make you wanna buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, and much of it,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115533964488318729?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115533964488318729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115533964488318729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115533964488318729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115533964488318729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115523758961888069</id><published>2006-08-10T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:36:35.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in...</title><content type='html'>ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ha. Ha.  I'm SOOooooo funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have once again returned home.  Pretty excited too b/c we are having a yard sale here on Sunday.  It's going to be great!  We've had our fare share of renters come through these here doors and quite a lot has been collected in the ol' basement.  You know what that means?  Money for me!  I'm going to also sell things that I actually need but want to replace.  That way I HAVE to replace them.  This house is going to become a home. Yesssssssss....&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure that's not why you checked this today, but please come out if you live in this city!&lt;br /&gt;So where was I?  Actually it probably wont sound that exciting to you, but it was good times for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why Fargo?&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I've never hung out there before&lt;br /&gt;#2 - It's a short distance to go yet you feel far away&lt;br /&gt;#3 - TARGET&lt;br /&gt;#4 - A hotel room to myself outside of Winnipeg.  (although I love staying at them too)&lt;br /&gt;#5 - (actually the main reason)  I had friends there to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elders that are in focus actually became my buds... not even lying!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am at a baseball game.  For some reason I didn't take any photos of the actual game... I have no clue why... I guess cause the game was awful!  (sorry guys, it was)&lt;br /&gt;There are SO many interesting people in Fargo, I had a blast!  If you ask locals, or even people that go there to shop, what there is to do in town at night, they all say "nothing".  You ask about live music... "nothing".  You ask about local, hole-in-the-wall pubs... "nothing".  I say LIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;I took a drive around down town on Tuesday and found one of the best, and busiest, pubs I've been to in a long time.  I forget what it's called right now but it's on Broadway and it's Scottish.  And it's AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;So many great people down there to meet.  I'm not going to lie, there were sketchy people as well but that just made it more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this little diner called Mom's Diner ( I think) had tv's/ computers at each table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1112.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which clearly inhances wonderful conversation.      Ha.&lt;br /&gt;So many situations and stories developed while I was away and sadly all I could think of was... wow.  I wish my computer was here.  I need to tell EVERYONE what just happened!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;I forget them right now... I have issues...&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Plett says:  Head to Fargo for fun!&lt;br /&gt;-baseball games with awesome crowds&lt;br /&gt;-old and beautiful downtown Fargo&lt;br /&gt;-Mom's Diner&lt;br /&gt;-Target (I'm officially going to represent Mossimo.  He actually pumps out some pretty stylish clothes)&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Dylan  (playin' in Sept.)&lt;br /&gt;-TJ Cigaros (I think it's called)&lt;br /&gt;-Paradiso (Chips are free... Dinner Extra!)&lt;br /&gt;-Friendly old people&lt;br /&gt;-Target &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0683.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(old and awkward photo, but my passion still applies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOoo I am home.  For now.  Where will the next couple of days bring me?  Hopefully into some money.  I think that is something I may need soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and see you Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115523758961888069?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115523758961888069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115523758961888069' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115523758961888069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115523758961888069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-just-in.html' title='This just in...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115506994273052331</id><published>2006-08-08T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:49:44.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off again!</title><content type='html'>This girl can't keep still!!  Where in the world is Melissa Plett now? ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115506994273052331?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115506994273052331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115506994273052331' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115506994273052331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115506994273052331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/off-again.html' title='Off again!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115493529408076933</id><published>2006-08-06T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:27:35.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, where were we? (this one's long)</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah...  I was in Calgary taking a nice little "time out" from electronic devices!&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I have always wanted to run away.  Yup.  Ever since I was a kid I thought it a GREAT idea to take off and "hide" for a few days.  Maybe to see how people would react, maybe for the mystery of it all, or maybe it was just cause I was a little crazy.  ( ok... AM a little crazy)  Either way, that's what I wanted to do.  So, I sent a couple people a little note letting them know I was fine but wouldn't be where I said I'd be.  That was it.  &lt;br /&gt;I was, in fact, hiding out in Calgary with my dear friend Dauna.  I couldn't sing at ALL so I ditched the Folk Fest and stayed with DeeDee.&lt;br /&gt;We hung out with a couple friends the first night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1062.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooood times.  We even got to visit their art gallery in the middle of the night.  (ssssshhhh... don't tell the parents)  Now THAT was fun.  An art gallery in the middle of the night. Awe - some.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had to head out of for an appointment that Dauna had in Lethbridge.  After having oooh maybe 3 hours of sleep, we hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1070.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1070.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our wonderful suprise, the lady wasn't there.  So we waited, called, knocked, waited... waited... Dauna did a "Come home Dance",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1071.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1071.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretched out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we waited for a lady that never came home.  We did the wonderful 2 hour drive back to Calgary and I don't know if Dauna has ever heard from her.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... to bad. But, we were HYPER and flying WAY off the handle at every gas station we stopped at so it was all good.  Once we returned to cowtown we slept for 2 hours.  I could have stayed in bed for 3 days.  Dauna-LEE would have non of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1076.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, an eventful night.  We went to this appparently popular club called Cowboys.  (yeah I'm sure you've heard of it) And I'm not going to lie... I was pretty much annoyed at almost everyone there.  Annoyed and sad that I was mixed in with the scene.  Oh well, I was there, gonna make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they REALLY need a room.  It's a DANCE floor... wow)&lt;br /&gt;The next day we hit up a little baseball.  Man, I wish I had taken more photos.  Was that ever funny!  If you get the chance, PLEASE check out Calgary's field and take in a game.  wow.  Wow. WOW!  The mascott would just stand there and stare at the game or the people, it went from hot to freezing in about 20 min., the announcer was also the "secretary", they actually welcomed us each individually and thanked us "so much for coming", and a little girl got smoked in the face with the ball.  She was in the nose bleed section... pretty sure all the other 37 "fans" saw it going straight for her.  Oh man... I could hardly open my eyes they were so sore that day (I think I scratched my right eye with my contact) and I could even saw the ball going for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1080.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more to say about that day, but it may be offensive to some of you.  Pretty sure only DeeDee would laugh, so I wont.&lt;br /&gt;We had another fantastic bonding evening together and then I headed back to Winnipeg.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had the perfect trip.  I set out to sing but ended up losing my voice and getting so many other things sorted out.  It was great!  Developing and strengthining relationships with friends and family means more to me then any little show I could play anyways.  It was pretty near perfect and exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;Once I returned home I worked a little, saw my Mom and Dog, then pretty much got ready to leave again.&lt;br /&gt;Steinbach had Pioneer Days while I was home so we hit up the little parade.&lt;br /&gt;Mennonites are SO dedicated to free candy that they even stod in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom LOVES parades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads us to this last weekend.  It started with a nice little opening set for Derek Kehler on Friday at Academy Bar and Eatery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell a guy off in the audience.  yikers.  I felt bad but also kinda good at the same time.  He was annoying people.&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Terri sang with me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we loaded up the car and head out of town!  On the way out, we watched a little bit of the drive in from the highway.  "Legend of Ricky Bobby"... actually not that good.  (saw it once we got back to Winnipeg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done getting fully searched at the border, being pulled over for going 6 miles over the speed limit, and many bathroom stops later, we arrived in Minot at 6 AM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Terri could only sleep for 3 hours, I could have for 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri would have NON of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 28 seconds later I shot up out of bed, hyper beyond belief, and thought it a good idea to make a new outfit with my bed sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored Minot (terri's first time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the ugliest mis-matched swimsuits that were on sale at Target,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and headed out to play our little gig.  The girls at the Cafe were super cute.  They drew up some posters and put them on their car by the street and the cafe door.  It was funny and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once THAT was done, it was off to good ol' Sports on Tap.  Patrick and I couldn't contain the dancing bug we'd been feelin' all night.  Again, a little on the hyper side.  Sara, you should have been there.  (For those of you that have known me long enough, you know the "A.D.D" tendancies I'm talking about)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we managed to regroup that night, we returned back to our nice little hotel to catch, oh, maybe 6 hours of sleep. Then it was time to head back home to Winnipeg.  And what a funny little car ride THAT was.  (ooooh 'rence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Minot%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Minot%20062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice is officially shot.  (at least for a few days)&lt;br /&gt;I have had a fantastic couple of weeks.  Thank you everyone that has been a part of it.  Whether big or small... every moment, every letter, every conversation, and every smile has had a positive affect on me.  I hope that I have, can, or will be able to repay them to you all.&lt;br /&gt;So much love you can't even handle it,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115493529408076933?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115493529408076933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115493529408076933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115493529408076933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115493529408076933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-where-were-we-this-ones-long.html' title='Ok, where were we? (this one&apos;s long)'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115467899311249902</id><published>2006-08-04T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:09:53.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME AT LAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you already know, I've made it back safe and sound.  This girl here, Dauna-Lee Barkman, is one of the most beautiful women I know.  Sure, I've said it before, but she has gotten me through SO many things that I'll say it til I die!  Anyone that manages to "land" her is one lucky guy!  I LOVE this girl!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just got in from Kristi's birthday bash (another fine younge women) and NEED to go to bed.  I just thought it appropriate to post something so that you'll keep coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;Final stories and photos are coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115467899311249902?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115467899311249902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115467899311249902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115467899311249902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115467899311249902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-at-last.html' title='HOME AT LAST!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115436301252465469</id><published>2006-07-31T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:23:32.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've had a fantastic 2 weeks.  A lot has gone on and I'm excited to return home.  There is a lot of responsibilities waiting for me there, and yes... I am a little nervous about some of them.  For those of you that believe in this, and are reading, can you please pray for me.  I'm going to need a whole bunch of extra strength for when I return to Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been the past couple of days and why was there no blog?  Well, I'll let you all know that once I get home.  Right now I'm on a borrowed computer and have limited time.&lt;br /&gt;Much Love to you all and thanks for checkin' up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Plett&lt;br /&gt;P.S - I have a bunch of shows coming up.  I hope you "check up on me" there too! (haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115436301252465469?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115436301252465469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115436301252465469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115436301252465469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115436301252465469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115405329135573233</id><published>2006-07-27T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:19:58.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And...</title><content type='html'>Here she is, good ol' DeeDee!  This is her "playful" side.  It doesn't come out TOO often.  In fact, things are a little intense when she's around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone remember Derek Thiesen?  Ok, I'm sure most of you don't.  But this here is one of the boys we grew up with since kindergarten.  Look at him now!  All mature and dressy like a business man SHOULD be.  Back when I was his therapist in grade 6, he had HUGE relationship "problems" with my best friend, I didn't see him gettin' so, well, serious and... clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!  Things aren't lookin' so hot for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing nurse Dauna is around.  Look at her transformation from DeeDee to Dauna.  YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1056.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1056.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can see, without me saying it, things are going pretty dang good.  Dauna has asked me to be her stylist and take her shopping. Yessssssssss!  I love little projects like this.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the lady next door told me if I wanted to stay in town she could hook me up with a sweet daytime serving job at a hotel.  Get this, you start at 10-bucks an hour and in 3 months, you get full benefits, and a blackberry phone paid for by the hotel.  wow.  And I'm going home to NO job.  What. The. Heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey, my bro... "ridin' dirty"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115405329135573233?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115405329135573233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115405329135573233' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115405329135573233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115405329135573233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/and.html' title='And...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115396965275699758</id><published>2006-07-26T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:07:32.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgary again</title><content type='html'>So I'm here, dying in the heat, thinking of heading home.  But then what happened?  Well I saw a really great band, ok the band was not so hot but the drummer was AWESOME, and then met up with my dear friend DeeDee.  (aka Dauna)  Man I love her!  She has grown as a woman SOOO much and is even more beautiful then she was when I last saw her.  There's something so captivating about her presence. It's extremly encouraging and something I would like to be around for a couple more days.&lt;br /&gt;You know how good conversation can get you so energized?  Maybe you don't, but that's how I work.  I'd pick thought provoking and encouraging conversation over a "party" any time.  Suprised?  I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;It's finally cooling off here as the sun is dropping behind the mountains.  That's when my brain starts to work again.  I'm finding this heat wave kinda hard to handle actually.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just to top off this entry, I have some rash all over my tummy.  It's awesome.  Could it be from the heat?  Or perhaps, is it in fact from the bed I am now sleeping on that was once covered by some yucky bear pelt?  Pretty sure I'm going to stick to the couch from here on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love - melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115396965275699758?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115396965275699758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115396965275699758' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115396965275699758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115396965275699758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/calgary-again.html' title='Calgary again'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115386804468371143</id><published>2006-07-25T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:55:14.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY PHOTO UPDATE BLOG!</title><content type='html'>Just for the record... this is the awesome dog that greeted my arrival.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we headed out to July Fest in Kimberly BC.  Here are the meat heads that waited to get into a smoltering hot areana so they could drink, fight, and listen to BC/DC.  (you guessed it.  an AC/DC cover band) We didn't go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2410.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the backyard party / camp out, Nathan and Matt got "friendly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2402.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an art ___ photo by Nathanael Smith Siemens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2412.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking over to the BC/DC show.  These guys thought it no big deal to walk across a police station parking lot with open beers.  Wow were they wrong, and HA, was it funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2409.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after.  Glad it wasn't MY house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2418.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed into town to get some tastey treats for the morning and then took a little hike across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my new favorite places.  (photos here are Nathan's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2427.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2439.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2448.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2453.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2457.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long, and some what frustrating ride, we arrived at our rafting location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2460.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of the ol' pick up truck - yeehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2466.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bathroom break for the ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2471.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2473.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunscreen never looked so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just befor we set sail and the batteries in the camera died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_2477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_2477.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last meal in Cranbrook BC then off to Calgary once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1036.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1036.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between there and hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1043.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1043.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing now?  Well... I met up with a long lost friend yesterday.  Didn't really take any photos of that.  Today I have been spending some wonderful time alone.  Yes, doing some thinking.  It's been an interesting little adventure and a lot has happened that I DON'T share on a public blog.  But, either way, it's been exactly what I needed.  It's funny when you KNOW there are things that need to be "dealt" with and you want to, but you still kinda avoid them and run away.  One of those, I feel, is that God and I need to have a couple chats.  I think I've been avoiding those lately.  But, he IS God, and he DOES know how to get your attention!  So I'm excited, and yes a little scared, to have time to finally shut up, stop moving and distracting myself, so I can hear him.&lt;br /&gt;Until later!&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all and thanks for checking in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115386804468371143?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115386804468371143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115386804468371143' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115386804468371143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115386804468371143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/crazy-photo-update-blog_25.html' title='CRAZY PHOTO UPDATE BLOG!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115381210343556071</id><published>2006-07-25T02:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:21:43.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>Wow!  A lot has happened on this little trip of mine.  It's been great!  In the past two days there have been many photos taken and a lot of fun new memories have been made.  However get this... I'm tired.  yup.  All tuckered out.  Soooo, I"m going to save the photos and stories for tomorrow.  Ok?  Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I left Cranbrook this morning and have stopped once again for night at my big brother's place.  So I am safe and sound, once again, in Calgary.  Man am I ever looking forward to this sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo - melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115381210343556071?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115381210343556071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115381210343556071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115381210343556071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115381210343556071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-10_25.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115361605642014426</id><published>2006-07-22T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:54:18.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Nathan is the worst host EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Get this, I wake up in a smelly basement and head to have a shower.  What?!  The washroom has the same carpet as the rest of the place?  Awesome or awkward?  I choose down right creepy!  Oh, and then there is a towel and face cloth waiting for me, this was VERY sweet of him.  On top there is a note, awwwww, but it simply says "I don't have food" and "I'm a bad host".  Well, at least he's honest.&lt;br /&gt;(as I write this, Nathan is pointing at me and giving me the finger)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apparenly I'm a whore to the internet... also, words from Nathan.  Oh, he's taking it back now and saying I'm more like a crack junky for the internet.  Whateve.  I don't mind!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I headed up town and spent WAY to much money on clothes.  But they're pretty sweet so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a sandwich here and made some new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SUPER!&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home to make some calls and try and have a nap.  But then Nathan got home and turned the TV on in the room I was sleeping.  Oh now Matt's here watching the same skate video over again.  AWE-SOME.&lt;br /&gt;This is Nathan being a baby so I gave him a teady bear and told him to quite whinning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the main reason I came on here at this time of the day was to let you know that I can't make a post tonight.  A crew of people are heading out to some festival in a little town up in the mountains.  And then I think it's a camp out with rafting tomorrow.  I'm going to TRY and bring my camera but I don't want to lose it in the killer rapids!  &lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah, so I should go get ready now.  I have to stop by a venue and book another sweet gig out here in the mountains... yesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow will be a blog of both days!&lt;br /&gt;much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Nathan's not such a bad guy.  Could be b/c his roommates keep him in check.  If I was crashing alone at his house I'd be scared.  &lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. No, no... I wouldn't be scared.  Nathan is super.  He just doesn't feed me and only makes fun of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115361605642014426?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115361605642014426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115361605642014426' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115361605642014426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115361605642014426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115355792744796147</id><published>2006-07-22T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:29:47.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day  7 - One Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something about this drive, it was the weirdest thing.  Ok, actually before the drive, I was planning on heading into the states to visit "Woot", aka J-dub, aka John, but I couldn't get ahold of him.  So, I went by this skate shop on the way out of greater Van called Speedies.  A friend of mine owns the place, ANYWAYS, turns out he's shuttin' it down and closing the door at the end of the month.  Kinda sad actually.  I have a couple memories from inside there.  It was this one place where you could always find him.  I never talk to him on the phone, we don't get together when I'm out here, but I know that he's there and I just have to pop in to catch up.  Chapter closed.&lt;br /&gt;So then I started back into the mountains.  SOOOOO hot.  I've said parts of the drive were hot before but THIS was crazy.  I kept seeing people kneeling on the side of the road.  ( It was only bunches of weeds)  I kept seeing these creatures of sorts coming at me.  (they were only cars)  It was one of those things where I KNEW that what my mind thought it was seeing, was in fact something else, but I couldn't tell myself differently it.  It was crazy.  I would sometimes squint my eyes and tilt my head to figure out what the car coming towards me actually looked like.  It was bad.  So once I got to Osyoos I had no choice but to run into the water and cool off.  You know the sound of a hot cole or something really hot being thrown into a pile of snow?  Yeah, that's what I'm sure my body made when I dove into the water.  I could feel the temp. come down.  wow.  My head is starting to hurt just thinking about that heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I left Osyoos I decided that a group of friends and I would be having a trip there hopefully later in the year.  Look at those two pictures... it's amazing with vineyards and wine tours surrounding it!&lt;br /&gt;It cold off outside, I kept on driving, but I was tired and although I THOUGHT my mind was playing tricks on me... there were in fact a lot of deer on the road to watch out for.  There was one that looked like a giant standing proud on the side of the street.  Guarenteed that with his antlers he was like over 6 feet!  My heart hurt real bad when I saw him standing in the dark on the side of the highway.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived safely to Crankbrook.  (it's been about 4 years since I've been here I think) Upon my arrival there were 3 people dancing on a porch in the middle of the night.  It was my welcome party!  (haha)  I didn't manage to take any other photos of the night b/c my camera was left behind.  That, and clearly I was in a weird mental state and there was no hope of me remembering something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*old blog*&lt;br /&gt;So you thought LAST nights blog was wonky... just imagine if I tried to write a complete one tonight.  Here's what's going to happen... I'm going to go to sleep.  Sleep in.  Wake up and do an amazing photo blog of death.  Sound good?!  I thought you'd like that one.  Oh, and if it's SUCH a big deal to you and you have NO idea how to figure out what I was saying last night then you should re-read it.  yup.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am in a comfy little bed in the middle of a basement floor in Cranbrook.  Just filled up on grill cheese and loaded fries at Denny's  (yup, I'm REALLY healthy on the road) and now I'm going to fall asleep and let all the fat take it's toll on my body.  So once you've read this, check back in a couple hours b/c I will have, as I said, an amazing photo blog of death waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;xo - melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115355792744796147?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115355792744796147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115355792744796147' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115355792744796147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115355792744796147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-7-one-week.html' title='Day  7 - One Week!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115346489671115326</id><published>2006-07-21T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T14:11:51.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Alright, this day actually began with me leaving my hotel and heading to Metro Town.  We used the be mall rats in this place years ago.  Not because we wanted to shop, but because we were bored and broke.  Think about it, a MASSIVE mall with people constantly there.  That makes for HOURS of entertainment.  (ha.  right)  7 years ago this was my favorite store.  I was a broke student living in Vancouver and everything really WAS $1.  Alison got great cake mixes from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0985.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0985.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I left the mall, WAY too big and extremly annoying, I was overwhelmed once again by the heat.  Pretty sure this is my new addiction.  Hey, it's better then crack right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0990.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0990.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way over to Dereks to work on some posters and chat about future shows together.  This is their dog.  Oh, my, goodness!  Whoever thought a cross between a Beagle and a Pug would be so cute and aggressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0987.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at my aunt and uncles, where I learned that White Wine is a summer wine.  Heaven forbid I have red!  (haha)&lt;br /&gt;I came across this beautiful drive just outside the city!  "I found a little spot..."  get it?  get it?!  I'm sure only Terri and my Mom will.  (I hope you do Mom.  I sing it at home ALL the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0993.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so this is where the roof party happened.  We were all sitting on their porch and then I realized how low the roof was... LET'S CLIMB IT!!!!  This dude, Corey, thought it to be a great idea to decorate while we're up there.  He's also the one that was dancing later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison perched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0994.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I perched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls in the morning at Bons.  It's this breakfast restaurant that I've been wanting to go to ever since it was shown to me 4 years ago.  We tried to go back then but it was so busy, we were so hungry, we couldn't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, all day, $3!  We NEED one of those in Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is the old blog*&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.  I was just about on my way to bed and thankfully I thought about this thinger.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what to say today.  Well I don't have the "hook up" so I can't even add my photos from the day.  I'll add them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I had to check out of my "home" (aka - hotel) and now I'm back on the road.  Heading into the mountains tomorrow.  Tonight I went for supper at my relatives, mmmm free food, and now I'm at dear ol' Alison's.  She's the fine younge lady I used to live with back when I was "posted" at the coast.  Yeah, we used to be freestyle street dancing buskers.  It was AWESOME and we made a killing!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we sat on her roof, checked out the city, it was nice.  I'll show you photos tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out of town in the morning.  Back into the mountains I think. (like I said earlier) I'll let you know tomorrow.  I think I'm playin' at a venue in Kimberly but as I said... I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;Right now Alison's husband and roommate are "dancing" in the other room.  So funny b/c they are 2 dudes with big tattoos.  haha.  wish you could see it... I don't think I'm going to head in there with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's gettin' a little and I need to sleep.  I'm so tired I don't even know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;If you've read this by the time I add photos... super.  If not, well, I may change it all on you!&lt;br /&gt;xo - melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115346489671115326?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115346489671115326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115346489671115326' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115346489671115326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115346489671115326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115337877253998322</id><published>2006-07-20T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:59:32.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 and I'm TIRED</title><content type='html'>Can you believe I was about to go to bed without leaving you a post?  yikes!  That would have been BAD.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, today I decided I wanted to stay in all day and hardly see the world.  Not because I'm depressed or anything, although that could explain what I'm about to say, but rather too avoid seeing people and having to put on a happy face.  I just wanted to stay in my PJ's, play some music, book some shows, and sip some wine.  So because of the wine idea I had to leave my room.  &lt;br /&gt;This is what I found for just a couple dollars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wine I hadn't heard of.  Thought I'd give it a try... then I read the back and thought maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?  Well come on now.  Any company that can't write "first" correctly while describing their wine makes me wonder what else they may not know how to do.  Like forment grapes?!&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't get it out of my mind so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home I went.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even finish that glass before I was fast asleep in my bed.  Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I woke to get ready and head to my show but, well, that's a whole other story I don't feel like writing on here.  Let's just say Melissa Plett and Ska cannot, and WILL not go together.  ever.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with good ol' Derek who set that show up and we went to play another venue we'd heard about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0982.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were closed today of all days so we headed down to Gastown.  Where apparently THIS was going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0978.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0980.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty sweet.  And a little on the lame side but whateve.  People seemed to enjoy it so that's great!&lt;br /&gt;On that note, before I fall asleep face first on the keyboard, I will leave you now with a random photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0965.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115337877253998322?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115337877253998322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115337877253998322' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115337877253998322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115337877253998322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-5-and-im-tired.html' title='Day 5 and I&apos;m TIRED'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115329003598348218</id><published>2006-07-19T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:20:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a day.  As I sit here writing this, my toes are tingling from the hot tub just outside my door, my lower back still hurts a little from walking all day, and I'm hoping that tomorrow I can just disappear from the world until I play in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I woke in the morning, ok mid afternoon, to sit a while in the hot tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0927.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I hopped on the ol' skytrain and headed downtown with CD's and contact cards weighing down my bag.  Man did that ride bring back memories of going to school in the heart of Vancouver.  Naturally, I headed to my favorite place to eat... Love at First Bite.  I was shocked and saddened to see that they up'd the price.  Can you believe it, a whole 25 cents more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0931.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was forgiven when I saw they had my favorite kind.  Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0933.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, lunch for $1.25 aint that bad!&lt;br /&gt;As I ate my tastey slice I came across these bads boys.  Besides the pink, they were just like the ones I lost and... ON SALE!  SOLD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0948.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days sweetness didn't stop there.  Oh no.  Up on Granville I saw this lady listening to her walkman, "singing" along, and I think dancing.  I thought it was a strange style of busking but as I got closer I realized she was just crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/crazy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are a lot of crazy's in this city.  Kinda funny but mostly sad.  It would be nice to help them but I wouldn't even know where to begin.  A lot of them are almost completely GONE and just roaming the streets pointlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, here is the Vancouver Art Gallery.  Everyday, all day, people sit on these steps and watch.  The pigeons sit on the ledge and pooh.  I don't know HOW many times they got me back when I used to live here.  When you'd look up to see what just hit your back, all you'd see is a mean bird glaring down at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0938.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vancouver is TRYING to be as awesome as Winnipeg with their bears.  I just think the whole bear idea, whether it be polar bears or grizzlies, is just kinda, well, I guess I'll say silly.  ( editing my real thoughts )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0939.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the adventures of the day, I returned home to take my dang contacts out and put on my fresh new kicks for a hike around IKEA.  Didn't really care for what was inside today but I DID care about the tastey supper that was waiting at the end of the maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0940.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT cost me $1.50.  What can I say... you travel with a mennonite, you eat cheap!  (yeah yeah... not healthy, but cheap)&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my night was (is) filled with song writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Ooooh, what does that say?! ) and more hot tubbing.  &lt;br /&gt;I met some new "friends" while I was out there.  One was a 17 year old boy that thought he was awesome and wouldn't stop talking about all the cool places he's gone to get drunk, and all the random ways he's managed to get alcohol.  Awesome.  The other 5 were a bunch of people my age from Kelowna that came in for the Warp Tour.  They seemed alright.  I might meet up with them when I get into Kelowna... they told me where they worked so I could find them if I wanted.  (haha)&lt;br /&gt;On that note I'll blow you a kiss and say goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... much love and good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115329003598348218?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115329003598348218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115329003598348218' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115329003598348218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115329003598348218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115321526844758172</id><published>2006-07-18T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:34:28.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>I left Calgary nice and "early" thinking I'd make great time and get to Vancouver REALLY early.  However, if you've ever driven ANYWHERE in Canada during summer time, you'd think you'd remember the awesome amount of road work that goes on.  Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0911.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're making a bigger highway through the mountains so I can deal.  Last time though.  And besides... I was surrounded by this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0912.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I almost fell asleep while driving.  It was WAY to hot for coffee so today I decided to get a sugar buzz.  Still trying to get the voice back so I double fisted the slurpee with water.  That's how I ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0914.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's me almost sleeping.  And that's slurpee number TWO already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0918.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finally hit the city I tried to hunt down a cheap little place to call my home for a few days.  While being blinded by the sun I managed to read _____ Motor Inn.  Any place that has the word "motor" in it can't be THAT expensive.  Looked like a nice little hole in the wall motel from the front.  Didn't sound so cheap though.  The man showed me the room, I walked over to look out my back window, saw this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned around and said SOLD!  To the right is a sweet outdoor hot tub.  And, this place is actually HUGE.  That's when Nathan decided to finally wake up and return a phone call.  ouch.  So once the punk got here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0922.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him downtown to the Eatery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0925.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the coolest little sushi places Vancouver has to offer.  And believe me, there are a lot to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;That about sums up my day.  I am exhausted and need to sleep.  Tomorrow is going to be a long long day and I need my rest to finish a song I started this afternoon.  That, and so I can get me "schmooz on".  (whatever that means)&lt;br /&gt;xo - melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115321526844758172?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115321526844758172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115321526844758172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115321526844758172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115321526844758172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115312521118762416</id><published>2006-07-17T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:33:31.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 in Calgary</title><content type='html'>Ok, do you wanna know how "special" I am?  Well I'll tell you either way.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day.  My brother and I explored the city, ate great food, did a lot of good ol' people watching, then headed back to 17th to check out Morgans once again.  (great little "hole in the wall" pub with awesome live music)&lt;br /&gt;Today I specifically took pictures of amazing bridges, cool 80's lookin guitarists, and the crazy blow up "bouncer" that kids in the community were playing all day in on our front lawn.  Great photos for you to see.  And then what did "special Melissa" do?  Well, I went an some how managed to delete ALL my photos from this trip.  Wha'?  Huh?  Yeah that's right.  Now I am without pictures of the day to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... well the upside is, I have many more days to go with great photos I will be sure to save and then save again.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, sorry for this lame blog that you have to actually read.  I know, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm looking forward to driving through the mountains and playin' some music.  I checked, and it turns out that my voice IS coming back.  yessss.  It was hard to squeak out "Portrait"  (not on my EP) but by tomorrow I think I just may be able too!&lt;br /&gt;If and when you come to Calgary, my vote is for Morgans on 17th.  AWESOME!  Morgans, in my opinion, is to Calgary like Times Change is to Winnipeg and The Railway Club is to Vancouver.  At least those are my choices for each of those cities.&lt;br /&gt;For those that are wondering... yes, I HAVE been doing what I've set out to do.  There are a couple lucky people in this city that are now sporting the all new Melissa Plett business card.&lt;br /&gt;Awe - some.&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed, I have a early drive in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Until then... much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115312521118762416?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115312521118762416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115312521118762416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115312521118762416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115312521118762416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-2-in-calgary.html' title='Day 2 in Calgary'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115307111628828585</id><published>2006-07-16T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:31:56.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st stop... Calgary</title><content type='html'>Friday night, the Americans came north and sadly, got jumped by some "friendly Canadians" while out on the town.  And when I say jumped, I mean 6 guys attacking one really tall american.  So after that, and about two hours of sleep, I filled up on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hit the road west.&lt;br /&gt;This is what protected my left arm from burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0894.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my music.  (someone stole my stereo in Winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0895.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0895.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my speed.  (12.5 hrs WITH stops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0896.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0896.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got to my brothers this was waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0897.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0897.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hit the town.  I asked for a Keiths but they didn't have it in a bottle, and the pub was WAY to busy to have a glass so my brother told the bar tender to choose a beer for me.  What did he pick?  BUDWEISER... yuck!  Oh well, when in Rome I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0898.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0898.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. that DOES apply here.  It's Calgary after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115307111628828585?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115307111628828585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115307111628828585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115307111628828585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115307111628828585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/1st-stop-calgary.html' title='1st stop... Calgary'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115275732506475591</id><published>2006-07-12T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:30:59.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer So Far...</title><content type='html'>I know it's officially summer when this is the only thing I wear on my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0780.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I ride this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0775.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no, not BARBI!  It's for Buttercup Beauty Bar)&lt;br /&gt;And eat THIS in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0777.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my favorite bakery just a couple streets behind my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0781.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0781.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would ever come visit me, I'll walk you over there.  promise.&lt;br /&gt;The usual Friday Night Fires on Fawcett kicked off the summer.  I haven't kept them up this year, BUT at this one, an Australian almost face planted the fire.  wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0454.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time out in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not a great pic. but that's the scar from when my dog got kicked by a cow - yeeehaw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0790.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0842.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0842.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the Porch Show at "Swingers" in Grand Forks w/Matt (aka Polar) and B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Grand%20Forks%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Grand%20Forks%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/GF%20Band.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/GF%20Band.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/Grand%20Forks%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/Grand%20Forks%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little Goldeyes with Kristi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0774.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little Blue Bombers with Terri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0851.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0761.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0761.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0758.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry picture but this guy was obviously the most awesome man at the Minot air show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0862.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0871.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this kid, the coolest kid at the White Trash Bash in Minot ND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0878.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0878.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0881.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0884.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now.  I promise to update this thing a little more.  Hopefully at least every week so keep checkin' back!&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo many adventures of Melissa Plett and this is only the begining!&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115275732506475591?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115275732506475591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115275732506475591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115275732506475591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115275732506475591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-so-far.html' title='Summer So Far...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-115200181429522308</id><published>2006-07-04T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T03:30:14.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Dial up too slow?</title><content type='html'>I'd like to leave a post made up mostly of pictures, however, I am once again taking a "time out" in the country and it's ALL a little slow.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how long it takes and if it's worth doing this tonight.  I guess I have time since I can't seem to go bed early these days.  There are a few reason why that is, but first... picture time test... ok that does take way too long.  I guess you'll have to wait a couple days before I get on that one.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this would be a nice time to share that I'm getting a little anxious out here in Manitoba.&lt;br /&gt;There have been known times when I get in my car for a little road trip and don't come back for quite some time.  I'm doubting this will be one of those times since I now own a home, but... I certainly cannot wait until the end of this month when I get in my car and go.  It's been WAY to long!&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to head out West on the 15th and return to Manitoba on the 27th.  I don't really know the route I'm going to take but I DO know there will be music, family, old friends, new friends, and good times had by, well, me.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been extremly interesting and really fun lately.  Ever since I left the radio station I have been busy with a whole lot of who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I know what, but why list it all on here NOW when there will be pictures to come in a day or so?&lt;br /&gt;By this point I can understand if you've stopped reading already.  This little blurb is merely Melissa Plett trying to some how entertain herself at 3:25AM in the country.  If this was last week, well, at least I would be spending this time in someone elses company.  I blame them for my new "schedual"  (ha)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... well... I really don't know what else to say.  I could go on and on with pointless ramblings but I should either go to bed and look at the ceiling in my old bedroom, or try and find some food in my parents kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;So to those that have told me off for not updating this lately  ( you know who you are... nathan)  I hope this will satisfy you for a few more days!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not even going to double check spelling or grammer errors)&lt;br /&gt;Much Love and Good Night! / Morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-115200181429522308?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/115200181429522308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=115200181429522308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115200181429522308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/115200181429522308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-dial-up-too-slow.html' title='Is Dial up too slow?'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-114996667261171342</id><published>2006-06-10T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:11:12.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 9 2006</title><content type='html'>I found it... that little green dress to complete the Tinker Bell theme I have goin' on.  And just on time for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;A great group of friends gathered last night at the Revolving Restaurant Lounge to kick off the night.  Some got a little motion sickness, I just ate and ate.  I LOVE the way the city looks at night from way up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/DSCN1700-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/DSCN1700-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to a nice lounge.  I didn't make it inside on time before everyone thought it was lame and we should leave.  (Why?  Well I was outside chattin' on the phone with a friendly caller.  And it was Earls... enough said)&lt;br /&gt;So we decided it was time to dance.  Gettin' old may as well pretend I'm young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/DSCN1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/DSCN1708.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... some random photos of the night for your viewing pleasure!  There will be more to come... Kristi's taking me out to the states to continue the celebration tonight.  YEAH!!!  I LOVE mini road-trips!  (THIS we already knew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/DSCN1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/DSCN1701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/DSCN1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/DSCN1705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/DSCN1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/DSCN1704.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/DSCN1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/DSCN1702.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I'm strinkin' a pose in  most of the photos but why not?  I'm a ma-model...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-114996667261171342?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/114996667261171342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=114996667261171342' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114996667261171342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114996667261171342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-9-2006.html' title='June 9 2006'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-114928425977563288</id><published>2006-06-02T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:37:39.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tested and True</title><content type='html'>The word on the street is that if your car is about to get towed, all you gotta do is jump in and leagally they CAN'T move it.  &lt;br /&gt;Well today, while sitting on a patio, my friends car was about to get towed and we were sitting RIGHT THERE!  So, as she tried to "kindly" ask what was going on since we were still on the property, I unlocked the car and jumped in!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he wasn't too happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;She brought me my beverage (Frappucino... mmmmm) and he soon came to the car and started threatening me that he would call the cops to remove me from the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop waisting my F***in'' time!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry sir...  I'm not the one waisting your time"&lt;br /&gt;"Wha'd you say to me?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not ME waisting YOUR time.  Maybe you should talk to the people that called you!"&lt;br /&gt;And at that, he got back in the truck, lowered the car, and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;So if you were ever wondering about that... now you know.  As long as you're in the vehicle they CANNOT MOVE IT!  But, they CAN call the cops.  Oh well, what cop's gonna waist their time on that one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0490.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(different day but tow truck all the same)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-114928425977563288?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/114928425977563288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=114928425977563288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114928425977563288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114928425977563288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/06/tested-and-true.html' title='Tested and True'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-114920481249567942</id><published>2006-06-01T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:33:32.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Goin' On?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - I no longer work at the radio station!  It was mutual, it's a longish story, and they just asked me to come back and be the chick that sits with their vehicle at golf tournaments.  Sit in the sun, tanning, getting paid, talking with people... yeah.  I think I can handle that!&lt;br /&gt;2 - I love my Vespa.  ok, so it's not "my" vespa, but I get to drive it for the summer.  It's starting to not even bother me that it is now hot pink with a B on it.  (Buttercup Beauty Bar - although people think it means Barbie)&lt;br /&gt;3 - I'm gettin' all creative and it feels great!  I'm hoping to hit the road as much as I can this summer and play gigs.  Thanks to MySpace, this has become more and more easy.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Well... I'm not really sure what 4 is for.  Life's going pretty dang good!  I'm super happy with where I am at and thankful for all the great people in my life.  I've been meeting a lot of fun new people lately and I'm sure it's just the beginning.  Otherwise, I'm lookin' forward to camping, playing music, fishing, and of course... my birthday on June 9th.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time - Keep Fit and Have Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-114920481249567942?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/114920481249567942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=114920481249567942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114920481249567942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114920481249567942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-goin-on.html' title='What&apos;s Goin&apos; On?!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-114798160608922745</id><published>2006-05-18T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:46:46.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinker Bell Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/tinkwalkingplain3001aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/tinkwalkingplain3001aa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently played a Disney game with my niece and realized how AWESOME Tinker Bell is.  Then I thought, heck, I always have my hair up like that... I want to be Tinker Bell.  So this is me asking you... should I bleach my hair and hack my bangs?  Just for a little while?  Could be fun!  Let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I may have done this before you respond so answer quickly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-114798160608922745?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/114798160608922745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=114798160608922745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114798160608922745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114798160608922745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/05/tinker-bell-poll.html' title='Tinker Bell Poll'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-114706681899734260</id><published>2006-05-08T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:17:51.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now... Minot moments</title><content type='html'>Sketchy yet AWESOME pub just across the boarder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0654.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0654.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0660.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0660.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little jam session on the car ride down.  When you're inspired, you're inspired I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0662.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0662.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Cinco de Mayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewelll party in a quiet little pub.  I was a little on the tired side, Will had a bit too much sun, and Pappy... well, we're not to sure about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished a nice little pep talk with this fella.  When he comes up to Canada in a couple weeks, he's gonna get "the girl"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0688.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-114706681899734260?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/114706681899734260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=114706681899734260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114706681899734260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114706681899734260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-now-minot-moments.html' title='And now... Minot moments'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-114616513013819706</id><published>2006-04-27T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:12:10.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfing Is My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0567.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe not, but it sure is fun!&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing an article on Women and Golf this week.  Thing is, I know NOTHING about the sport.  So we figured it would be a good idea to get out there, take a lesson, play a couple holes, and see what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it was important to practice my stance during dinner... just real quick...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/golf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/golf3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was all said, done, and perfected it was off to the first hole of my life.  Terri was an "angry elf" from time to time, but then again, sometimes she couldn' help but dance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0555.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on, is it HER fault the ball kept going to the right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learnt was that the golf carts, although they don't go that fast, certainly come to a sweet sliding stop when you HAMMER on the breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0570.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice the skid marks and flying stones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it DOES feel good when you NAIL the ball and it actually lands on the green.  (Look for the little white dot.  Yeah.  That's mine.  Whateve, no big deal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0556.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was all said and done.. I knew I'd found a sport I actually want to get good at, I have sweet golf style, and in the morning... your butt and "love handles" hurt real bad.&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no gain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0563.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's me... looking ahead at my promising golf career)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-114616513013819706?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/114616513013819706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=114616513013819706' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114616513013819706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114616513013819706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/04/golfing-is-my-life.html' title='Golfing Is My Life'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-114607126986791183</id><published>2006-04-26T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:15:32.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As I said...</title><content type='html'>There certainly was an adventure from last night.&lt;br /&gt;First off, Kristi and I went for a quick spin on my new little toy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0496.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then decided it was time to head out to the country and do a little hot tubbing.  We had to head back to the city quite early due to the fact that she had school, and I had to be rested for my first ever golf game in the morning.  Almost stalling on the driveway, we set out for Winnipeg.  As we glidded into St. Adolph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dang Nabbit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We ran out of gas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0501.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we waited to be rescued, we decided it was best to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0506.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With excitment, we woke to the sound of a truck. " WE'RE SAVED!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0519.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe not... he didn't even have a litre of gas.  Sure, that should get us at LEAST to the city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0522.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not.  &lt;br /&gt;2 miles later...&lt;br /&gt;"DANG NABBIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0524.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Chris was still behind us.  He brought us to the city to get gas and tried to cheer me up with a cup of coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0525.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the car, "filled" it up, and danced for joy when the car started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0527.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0530.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0530.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, I was actually dancing to Johnny Cash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the adventure we said "Goodbye!" to Chris (He's off the RushAh aka:Russia) and headed home to sleep.  Now, I'm off for my first game of golf.  It's for my job...  Last mag. it was spa's, this time it's golf.  I hope I can manage my "challenging" job today.  Didn't have all that much sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;Bye Chris!  See you when you return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/200/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-114607126986791183?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/114607126986791183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=114607126986791183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114607126986791183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114607126986791183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-i-said.html' title='As I said...'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26962997.post-114599316743498655</id><published>2006-04-25T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:13:33.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We all love photos!</title><content type='html'>Well it looks as though I have gone full circle.  From one site to the next I now find myself with another "blog".  Rumor has it you can put up more photos here.  As we all know, every story is better with photos.. and I have many stories to share.  So, the extra storage is a plus! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, keep checkin' all my little sites 'cause, believe it or not, I update them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first story was going to be about the fire I had last Friday that was NOT like most Friday Night Fires on Fawcett.  (Example: An Australian face planted the fire)  Then I thought I'd tell you about the entertaining wedding I was at the night after.  However, all these adventures feel like a LONG time ago.  It seems as though a lot has happened since.  So, until there is a different story to tell, which will be later tonight, I will leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest girl at Rumors Comedy Club last night!  My AMAZING friend Chantel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0486.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0486.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi about 5 min's ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0494.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me... 6 min's ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/1600/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1884/320/IMG_0495.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SPRING!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26962997-114599316743498655?l=moreyammering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/feeds/114599316743498655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26962997&amp;postID=114599316743498655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114599316743498655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26962997/posts/default/114599316743498655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moreyammering.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-all-love-photos.html' title='We all love photos!'/><author><name>melissaplett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528107295638619654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgI0khvh3s/TXZTod-REXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/V0GWpEPS-u8/s220/railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
