<?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-6741683310074282384</id><updated>2012-01-29T18:56:58.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Read in order to live</title><subtitle type='html'>I love to read. I take photographs all the time and try to record as much of life as possible. Sometimes it's hard to keep up with the memories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-4418665019314022257</id><published>2009-02-02T21:49:00.017Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:36:22.080Z</updated><title type='text'>long loooong overdue</title><content type='html'>So. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Not just 'back from lunch'&lt;br /&gt;Or 'back from holiday'&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from a very long blogging break.&lt;br /&gt;During this semi underground time I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;put on a LOT of weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdv_dTMqkI/AAAAAAAAANU/uPsMtVFrLi0/s1600-h/IMGP2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdv_dTMqkI/AAAAAAAAANU/uPsMtVFrLi0/s400/IMGP2411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298326622612269634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost (most of) it when I gave birth to my son Jack, who weighed an unexpected 11lb 3oz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdx3STmgoI/AAAAAAAAANk/z4lCuHJnrTI/s1600-h/Taken+at+night+by+mummy+%28B%26W%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdx3STmgoI/AAAAAAAAANk/z4lCuHJnrTI/s400/Taken+at+night+by+mummy+%28B%26W%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298328681245475458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;made the decision to give up work for a while to stay at home with Jack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learnt some tough lessons about being a mum...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...and some fun ones!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surprisingly managed to find time to craft, including making Jack's baby book which is still not quite finished&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdwigV4LQI/AAAAAAAAANc/1HUiV2n-P5c/s1600-h/SDC14296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdwigV4LQI/AAAAAAAAANc/1HUiV2n-P5c/s400/SDC14296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298327224724237570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdyuRwf2NI/AAAAAAAAANs/w14uOcu8dQA/s1600-h/SDC14298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdyuRwf2NI/AAAAAAAAANs/w14uOcu8dQA/s400/SDC14298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298329625991043282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdzF04MXmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jxswyupTwQE/s1600-h/SDC14302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdzF04MXmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jxswyupTwQE/s400/SDC14302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298330030555553378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched a lot of daytime TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;experienced a lot of Jacks' 'firsts' including first smile, first tooth, first Halloween &amp;amp; first Christmas...with many more to come&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd6UOzKQyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NSkS5MeGeaQ/s1600-h/Real+smiles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd6UOzKQyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NSkS5MeGeaQ/s400/Real+smiles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298337974613328674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd3Y_eyx8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eJeDVIVWfEs/s1600-h/IMGP3730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd3Y_eyx8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eJeDVIVWfEs/s400/IMGP3730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298334757865834434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd5dp6SwfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kcu6zYjCgo8/s1600-h/IMGP3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd5dp6SwfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kcu6zYjCgo8/s400/IMGP3594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298337036998197746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd4pRfVwJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8TrUF1TtKuI/s1600-h/Close+up+of+Jack+with+main+present.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd4pRfVwJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8TrUF1TtKuI/s400/Close+up+of+Jack+with+main+present.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298336137089499282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and appreciated just how lucky I am to have my perfect little family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd7AxLQpWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SU4V8mqq-sU/s1600-h/SDC13960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd7AxLQpWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SU4V8mqq-sU/s400/SDC13960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298338739755459938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to get back to blogging, get back in touch with people, and before I knew it here was 2009 and we were on the home stretch towards Jack's first birthday. I just can't believe where the time has gone. So back to keeping in touch is my new February's resolution - not one to usually make new year resolutions as I only break them, perhaps starting one in February will help me keep this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave with a picture of my little man enjoying his first touch of snow today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd78uEW2qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XEh0UoRT-pw/s1600-h/SDC14278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYd78uEW2qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XEh0UoRT-pw/s400/SDC14278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298339769713351330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-4418665019314022257?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/4418665019314022257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=4418665019314022257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4418665019314022257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4418665019314022257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-loooong-overdue.html' title='long loooong overdue'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/SYdv_dTMqkI/AAAAAAAAANU/uPsMtVFrLi0/s72-c/IMGP2411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-4652919720883817628</id><published>2008-01-11T21:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:06:27.952Z</updated><title type='text'>antsy</title><content type='html'>i have just spent the last half hour wandering around the house until i came on here as i feel like i want something, i just don't know what. do you ever get that feeling? i'm not sure if it's something to eat, something to do, or what, but there is this feeling that something needs to be done that isn't and i'm left feeling a little lost. it doesn't help that the little one as decided to practise for the 2012 Olympics inside me and so i can't get comfortable anywhere, anyhow :( i'm hoping that some photo sorting out will fill the time as i have a lot that need going through, and perhaps it's creativeness inside me trying to get out that's causing this - who knows, i could have a masterpiece brewing inside me at this very moment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-4652919720883817628?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/4652919720883817628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=4652919720883817628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4652919720883817628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4652919720883817628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2008/01/antsy.html' title='antsy'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-2445597007395304780</id><published>2008-01-09T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:50:43.131Z</updated><title type='text'>getting crafty</title><content type='html'>ken and i went to our first antenatal class last night and i could hardly sleep afterwards with all the stuff that was rushing around my mind. i'm very anxious about the whole birth process but am trying to stay positive and obviously focus on the more important issues at hand, such as 'how much scrapping can i get done before the baby comes along'? have been in a scrap funk for a while now, with only a few odd bits inspiring me here and there, but i want to get back on with it. the baby book does seem to be coming along nicely though, with lots of space for personal thoughts etc that i have found there isn't room for in a shop bought one. here is a sneak preview of the front cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/R4UITZ_ndLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Cm7lZHXzHj4/s1600-h/IMGP2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/R4UITZ_ndLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Cm7lZHXzHj4/s200/IMGP2384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153534478083650738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i get excited just looking through it and i can feel all my creative energy returning which is such a relief after so long. and i'm not the only one in the family being creative...here's a picture of ken's 'chocolate house' he made with some leftover christmas sweets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/R4UJPp_ndMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UNbzjDJXV1w/s1600-h/IMGP2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/R4UJPp_ndMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UNbzjDJXV1w/s200/IMGP2382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153535513170769090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-2445597007395304780?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/2445597007395304780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=2445597007395304780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2445597007395304780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2445597007395304780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-crafty.html' title='getting crafty'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/R4UITZ_ndLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Cm7lZHXzHj4/s72-c/IMGP2384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-685226658936925986</id><published>2007-12-27T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:12:06.818Z</updated><title type='text'>alive...and kicking</title><content type='html'>i am still alive - although i wasn't sure anyone read this to know i'd disappeared, but the emails i have had tell me otherwise. things have been so hectic that i can't believe four months have gone by since i last updated this but as i'm sure most people who care by now know, i'm pregnant, and minutes/hours/days seem to melt into one at the moment. christmas was fab but very hectic and i'm looking forward to calming down, chilling out, and catching up with life in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years resolutions that need to be thought about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep in touch with people more than i have lately&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get back into craft mode - have only managed a few homemade christmas decs and attempted to start the baby book so need to get back on the wagon, so to speak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breathe more often - life is passing me by faster than i'd like at the moment and i need to take stock and prepare myself for what's to come&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;it may be a little early for new years resolution just yet but i like to be prepared and it feels good to get a list of things sorted - almost feel like myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i have two more months of work to go before i start my maternity leave - then i'm off for about five weeks before the BIG DAY (due date) to get myself prepared in every way possible. am having small panic attacks on a regular basis now as am just now realising how much my life has already changed and how that hardly compares at all to what it will be like in a few months. i am, however, VERY EXCITED at the same time as i can't wait to be a mum and experience something i have only ever dreamt of up until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, as i know it, is about to end. here's to a new year and a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-685226658936925986?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/685226658936925986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=685226658936925986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/685226658936925986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/685226658936925986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/12/aliveand-kicking.html' title='alive...and kicking'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-5790146811114630027</id><published>2007-08-20T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:42:41.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>losing focus</title><content type='html'>i'm in a funk at the moment...but it's a good and bad funk. i can't talk about the cause of it so that makes it even harder, but i just have no motivation left in me at the moment. i can't concentrate on anything, i don't want to scrap or read, i can't sleep but i'm always tired. i hate to sound so down as this is not what this blog is about, but i need some inspiration over here please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-5790146811114630027?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/5790146811114630027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=5790146811114630027' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5790146811114630027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5790146811114630027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/08/losing-focus.html' title='losing focus'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-5273350894040461438</id><published>2007-08-12T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:20:46.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>go on</title><content type='html'>watch the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6rTkp1dek4"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be brave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-5273350894040461438?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/5273350894040461438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=5273350894040461438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5273350894040461438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5273350894040461438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/08/go-on.html' title='go on'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-8402379319077651543</id><published>2007-08-10T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:56:45.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i am</title><content type='html'>a bad blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't updated in a while but things have been crazy hectic round here lately, plus my computer blew up so i have had to snatch moments on other peoples. Anyhow, i have some stuff i'm not quite ready to share with people just yet, but when i do you'll be one of the first to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-8402379319077651543?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/8402379319077651543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=8402379319077651543' title='194 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/8402379319077651543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/8402379319077651543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am.html' title='i am'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>194</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-7065724157814322429</id><published>2007-07-30T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:51:34.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so honoured</title><content type='html'>to be tagged by &lt;a href="http://bloghore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rq5O4W9cqfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jb-ma5FypuY/s1600-h/rockin+blogger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rq5O4W9cqfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jb-ma5FypuY/s200/rockin+blogger.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093094958745561586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this makes me feel very special as when i started this blog i never dreamt that anyone would actually read it, let alone that i would make friends through it like i have.  i know i am supposed to tag five fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, but being relatively new most of the few people i know have already been tagged. i would however like to tag &lt;a href="http://vexedangel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ann&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://laneyjbslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jocelynne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and the other three 'tags' go out to the blogs i read and love and who inspire me every day-check out my links at the side of the page for these special ladies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also supposed to list 7 random facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had to save this post as a draft for half an hour and have just come back to it, so i could watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eastenders&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; obsessed!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ken and i are addicted to root beer but you can only buy it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sainsburys&lt;/span&gt; anywhere nearby so i have to make a special trip to get it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i collect books by Enid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Blyton&lt;/span&gt; - trying to hold onto my childhood as long as possible :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my boyfriend has four kneecaps (not technically about me but never mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when i was a kid i wanted to BE American, to the extent that i told my mum i would marry an american boy just so i could live there...i have grown out of this. mostly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apparently i have smelly feet. this is probably not a good thing to announce on the internet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when my boyfriend and i don't know what to say about something we say 'butt-dance'. i don't know why, we just do. we get some very strange looks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-7065724157814322429?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/7065724157814322429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=7065724157814322429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/7065724157814322429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/7065724157814322429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-honoured.html' title='so honoured'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rq5O4W9cqfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jb-ma5FypuY/s72-c/rockin+blogger.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-1663039267620998883</id><published>2007-07-28T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:13:16.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a different kind of create</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the local music festival in our town, aptly named 'Create'. so tomorrow i am off to create music (or listen to it anyway), while tonight i am off to create masterpieces (or mess). i will leave you with a page i made recently about Ken and his bands; he's been in quite a few over the years, has had some scary hair, and even sang dressed as santa (as you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RqujP29cqeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xf9gkVhrjso/s1600-h/got+rock+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RqujP29cqeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xf9gkVhrjso/s400/got+rock+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092343296519088610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-1663039267620998883?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/1663039267620998883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=1663039267620998883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1663039267620998883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1663039267620998883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/different-kind-of-create.html' title='a different kind of create'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RqujP29cqeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xf9gkVhrjso/s72-c/got+rock+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-1338237253986608328</id><published>2007-07-27T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:57:16.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one word quiz</title><content type='html'>taken from &lt;a href="http://vexedangel.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHERE IS YOUR CELL PHONE? bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR HAIR? brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WORK? weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR FATHER? crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR FAVORITE THING? books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR DREAM LAST NIGHT? absent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? root-beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. YOUR DREAM CAR? bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THE ROOM YOU'RE IN? spare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. YOUR FEAR? dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE IN 10 YEARS? me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHO DID YOU HANG OUT WITH LAST NIGHT? Ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT? goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. MUFFIN? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ONE OF YOUR WISH LIST ITEMS? baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHERE YOU GREW UP? Kent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LAST THING YOU DID BEFORE SEEING THIS? facebook-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? pjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT AREN'T YOU WEARING? turban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. YOUR PETS? bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. YOUR COMPUTER? electrical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. YOUR LIFE? happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 YOUR MOOD? calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. MISSING? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. YOUR CAR/TRUCK IS? new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. YOUR SUMMER? wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. YOUR RELATIONSHIP STATUS? co-habiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU REALLY LAUGHED WITH MEANING? today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. LAST TIME YOU CRIED? yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. SCHOOL? over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE WEATHER? warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE SOUP? chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. MOVIE GENRE? weepie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and on another note, a message for J K Rowling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-1338237253986608328?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/1338237253986608328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=1338237253986608328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1338237253986608328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1338237253986608328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-word-quiz.html' title='one word quiz'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-2769240253282810728</id><published>2007-07-23T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:45:03.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>only 3 hours and 15 minutes left</title><content type='html'>until I can leave work and go back to Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-2769240253282810728?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/2769240253282810728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=2769240253282810728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2769240253282810728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2769240253282810728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-3-hours-and-15-minutes-left.html' title='only 3 hours and 15 minutes left'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-1684787152552776385</id><published>2007-07-17T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:33:26.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>new/old stash</title><content type='html'>i have just come back from my parents house where my mum decided to go through her old sewing box and offload some of her *junk* (her word) on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp1CvnZ86BI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Pf0mUCaRkdc/s1600-h/better+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp1CvnZ86BI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Pf0mUCaRkdc/s400/better+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088296539797645330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vintage ribbon (the white one my mum bought when she was 15, and one is from the Queen's silver jubilee!), old patches, many buttons...i am in heaven =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i go over i'm going to look through my grandmothers sewing box...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-1684787152552776385?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/1684787152552776385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=1684787152552776385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1684787152552776385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1684787152552776385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/newold-stash.html' title='new/old stash'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp1CvnZ86BI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Pf0mUCaRkdc/s72-c/better+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-7882407823781219046</id><published>2007-07-17T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:56:13.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>new day, new hair colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rpz0dXZ85-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V1nU2XLfeiM/s1600-h/hair+colour+change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rpz0dXZ85-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V1nU2XLfeiM/s400/hair+colour+change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088210464358066146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from blond to brunette. i fancied a change :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-7882407823781219046?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/7882407823781219046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=7882407823781219046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/7882407823781219046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/7882407823781219046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-day-new-hair-colour.html' title='new day, new hair colour'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rpz0dXZ85-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V1nU2XLfeiM/s72-c/hair+colour+change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-849340082084536284</id><published>2007-07-15T19:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:13:47.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RppiT3Z856I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p1bwnw8gJts/s1600-h/IMGP2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RppiT3Z856I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p1bwnw8gJts/s320/IMGP2117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087486822498232226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RppjMXZ858I/AAAAAAAAAHA/g4YdOHhSPB0/s1600-h/IMGP2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RppjMXZ858I/AAAAAAAAAHA/g4YdOHhSPB0/s320/IMGP2119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087487793160841154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RppitnZ857I/AAAAAAAAAG4/IyRoWgnsQP0/s1600-h/IMGP2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RppitnZ857I/AAAAAAAAAG4/IyRoWgnsQP0/s320/IMGP2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087487264879863730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rppjl3Z859I/AAAAAAAAAHI/qBQVu2UCwVg/s1600-h/IMGP2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rppjl3Z859I/AAAAAAAAAHI/qBQVu2UCwVg/s320/IMGP2163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087488231247505362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-849340082084536284?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/849340082084536284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=849340082084536284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/849340082084536284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/849340082084536284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear...'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RppiT3Z856I/AAAAAAAAAGw/p1bwnw8gJts/s72-c/IMGP2117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3672719762366871332</id><published>2007-07-14T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:22:07.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hp6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; the thirteenth went by without a hitch &amp;amp; today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; with some friends i don't see very often, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a friend of mine got married 5 years ago, 7 of us rented a flat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;london&lt;/span&gt; for the weekend and had the BEST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. such a good time in fact, we decided to do it one weekend every year. we have had a couple of times when there have been babies in our midst (this year is one of them) and so the weekend is condensed to a day, but so far we have managed it every year. we have rented houses in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lenham&lt;/span&gt;, isle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sheppey&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goudhurst&lt;/span&gt;. this year (like once before) we are spending a large part of the day in a pub/restaurant where babies are welcome, then we go home about 6pm, the baby is taken to grans and put to bed :), and we reconvene at 8pm (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) for drinking a-plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fully expect to spend much of tomorrow in bed feeling sorry for myself but at the moment i am not thinking about the aftermath, just the fun part :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3672719762366871332?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3672719762366871332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3672719762366871332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3672719762366871332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3672719762366871332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/hp6.html' title='hp6'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-6250926609037561721</id><published>2007-07-09T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:43:30.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>last night i dreamt...</title><content type='html'>...i'd been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i need to get out more if i'm dreaming about blogs. but, i've been tagged nevertheless, so thank you sweet &lt;a href="http://rhiancaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My roommate and I once: ...never had a room mate, unless you count Ken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never in my life have I: revised properly  for an exam. no matter what i may have told tutors in the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;High school was : uninspiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I'm nervous : i play with my hair, look down &amp; blush a lot :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My hair : is boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I was 5 : i was sick on my teachers' feet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I turn my head left : i see my paints &amp; it makes me want to make things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I should be : writing an essay on the importance of group therapy vs individual therapy in care environments. obviously i'm not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By this time next year : i hope to be a mum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My favorite aunt is : my dad's sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a hard time understanding : myself a lot of the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know I like you if : i'm honest with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My ideal breakfast is : in the afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you visit my home town : you'll leave again pretty quickly as it's not much fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you spend the night at my house : you can sleep on my lovely chocolate brown futon which is very comfy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My favorite blonde is : my friend Tammy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My favorite brunette is : Ken :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The animal I would like to see flying besides birds : my rabbit. he's already convinced he's a dog so a bird wouldn't be that much of a stretch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I shouldn't have been : so eager to eat that whole tube of pringles earlier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last night I: organised my craft supplies in preparation of the storage unit coming tomorrow :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A better name for me would be : Melissa Graham. my in-the-future married name ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been told I look like : Jennifer Aniston. but only by my sister &amp; my nan &amp;amp; i'm pretty sure they were both lying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If I could have any car, it would be : not broken like mine often is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-6250926609037561721?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/6250926609037561721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=6250926609037561721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6250926609037561721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6250926609037561721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-night-i-dreamt.html' title='last night i dreamt...'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-4768345888168690865</id><published>2007-07-03T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:46:15.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i won, i won</title><content type='html'>...a RAK from &lt;a href="http://ribbonpaperscissors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bre&lt;/a&gt;. despite the fact that July is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; birthday month, she is giving away stuff to make others happy :) this is a very sweet thing to do and i am so excited to receive my yummy presents. happy (un)birthday to me. and happy birthday month to the lovely Bre - thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-4768345888168690865?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/4768345888168690865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=4768345888168690865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4768345888168690865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4768345888168690865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-won-i-won.html' title='i won, i won'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-4206236059019240325</id><published>2007-07-02T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:33:06.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one red paperclip</title><content type='html'>i apologise for anyone reading this who may be thinking i've been living under a stone for the last few years, but i only just found out about this even though it is circa 2005/2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the '&lt;a href="http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/"&gt;one red paperclip&lt;/a&gt;' guy who managed to trade from a red paperclip up to a house in one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome. made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-4206236059019240325?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/4206236059019240325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=4206236059019240325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4206236059019240325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4206236059019240325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-red-paperclip.html' title='one red paperclip'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-5678264241436861979</id><published>2007-06-30T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:27:17.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, rain, go away</title><content type='html'>okay. so not loving the rain at all. it just never lets up. the poor people who have had to evacuate their homes around the country due to the floods...it just doesn't bear thinking about. so while i sit snug indoors listening to the rain beating on the window, lets talk about happier things. let's talk about a village in a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something i bought today whilst out shopping with my mum, and i happen to think it may be the best thing i've bought in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a village in a bag basically consists of lots of little wooden houses, trees, people etc making up a tiny village. in a bag. it's so simple you can't help but love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RobJO232DHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TVLJitRx_u8/s1600-h/shot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RobJO232DHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TVLJitRx_u8/s200/shot+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081970486619278450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RobJSG32DII/AAAAAAAAAGg/kULox0Kelh8/s1600-h/shot+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RobJSG32DII/AAAAAAAAAGg/kULox0Kelh8/s200/shot+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081970542453853314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RobJU232DJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JMtrUOuogHs/s1600-h/shot+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RobJU232DJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JMtrUOuogHs/s200/shot+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081970589698493586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't take much to put a smile on my face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-5678264241436861979?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/5678264241436861979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=5678264241436861979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5678264241436861979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5678264241436861979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain, rain, go away'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RobJO232DHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TVLJitRx_u8/s72-c/shot+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-4655151530398337195</id><published>2007-06-29T17:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:50:28.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>from across the water</title><content type='html'>the lack of post today due to the strike made me sad as i am waiting on some lovely things at the moment, but a friend from ken's work has just come back from a holiday in the US and brought me my favouritist treat ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoU3yW32DFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jpOFqUjOG_o/s1600-h/reeses+pieces.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoU3yW32DFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jpOFqUjOG_o/s400/reeses+pieces.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081529092830268498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you can't buy them in the UK i have many people who stock up for me when they go to america, and they all ask their friends too.  i am very lucky, and the lack of post doesn't feel quite so bad now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-4655151530398337195?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/4655151530398337195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=4655151530398337195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4655151530398337195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4655151530398337195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-across-water.html' title='from across the water'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoU3yW32DFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jpOFqUjOG_o/s72-c/reeses+pieces.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3721083479451689322</id><published>2007-06-29T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:51:11.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an addict...</title><content type='html'>...but it's okay, it's legal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so in love with etsy and spend way too much time browsing through all the beautiful things i would buy if it wasn't for that small money issue (in that, i have none). However, i may have to stretch to buying some prints from my new favourite shop &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5108910"&gt;belleandboo&lt;/a&gt; as they are absolutely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i am soon to have my very own craft storage unit! i am so excited by this prospect that i can hardly wait for it to be delivered (8-10 days? may as well be 8-10 years). this is all thanks to my wonderful boyfriend who offered to buy it for me (it may have had something to do with him getting fed up of finding ribbons in the toaster and chipboard in the fridge...). here is what i will soon own. and fill with pretty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoUNg232DEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e161-JNR5-Q/s1600-h/rack.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoUNg232DEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e161-JNR5-Q/s400/rack.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081482612694191170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5108910"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3721083479451689322?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3721083479451689322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3721083479451689322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3721083479451689322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3721083479451689322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-addict.html' title='i am an addict...'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoUNg232DEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e161-JNR5-Q/s72-c/rack.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-4263785300784445258</id><published>2007-06-28T11:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:34:04.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoOcQW32DDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2SlWoA3lEds/s1600-h/honey+%26+yoghurt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoOcQW32DDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2SlWoA3lEds/s400/honey+%26+yoghurt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081076609435700274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;greek honey courtesy of my parents bringing it back from Greece&lt;br /&gt;greek yoghurt courtesy of Asda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good stuff&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoOLRG32DBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TiIZGyUarBg/s1600-h/lunch+time.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-4263785300784445258?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/4263785300784445258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=4263785300784445258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4263785300784445258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4263785300784445258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/lunch-time.html' title='lunch time'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RoOcQW32DDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2SlWoA3lEds/s72-c/honey+%26+yoghurt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-6476856803009244546</id><published>2007-06-26T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:21:09.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>good things</title><content type='html'>bargain £10.00 trousers from Matalan that make me look thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrapbooking products in the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole free evening ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just started new Stephen King book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dairy milk chocolate (which i can eat due to the magic power of the trousers mentioned above)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***today is a good day***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-6476856803009244546?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/6476856803009244546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=6476856803009244546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6476856803009244546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6476856803009244546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-things.html' title='good things'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3111914200336842261</id><published>2007-06-23T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:18:42.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>group art</title><content type='html'>Discovered some amazing group art today on a website called &lt;a href="http://www.wetpaintpleasetouch.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wet Paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Here is my contribution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rn2bsrhtpsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/w9kH6izn70c/s1600-h/wetpaintpleasetouch+contribution.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rn2bsrhtpsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/w9kH6izn70c/s400/wetpaintpleasetouch+contribution.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079387146644465346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3111914200336842261?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3111914200336842261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3111914200336842261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3111914200336842261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3111914200336842261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/group-art.html' title='group art'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rn2bsrhtpsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/w9kH6izn70c/s72-c/wetpaintpleasetouch+contribution.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-2177787991700018305</id><published>2007-06-23T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:41:04.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just for fun</title><content type='html'>Saw this on &lt;a href="http://bloghore.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; &amp; thought it looked fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Amsterdam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/amsterdam.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old fashioned, a little modern - you're the best of both worlds. And so is Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you want to be a squatter graffiti artist or a great novelist, Amsterdam has all that you want in Europe (in one small city).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got a bit carried away on the website though and found these ones too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/fire.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.&lt;br /&gt;You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Messy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so clean, people have accused you of being a clean freak!&lt;br /&gt;You like things tidy, organized, and smelling fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Messes drive you crazy, especially when you didn't make them.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for you to live with a slob - or someone who leaves their dishes in the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/"&gt;Are You Messy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-2177787991700018305?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/2177787991700018305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=2177787991700018305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2177787991700018305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2177787991700018305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3231223158261136566</id><published>2007-06-18T00:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:47:34.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnXGVLhtpoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TLIVakFuRew/s1600-h/Bookcase+quilt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnXGVLhtpoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TLIVakFuRew/s400/Bookcase+quilt.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077182222103848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this is a quilt? I found it while wandering the depths of cyberspace and think it is totally fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnXTqLhtppI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dw8FWqHMEyc/s1600-h/baby+feet+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnXTqLhtppI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dw8FWqHMEyc/s320/baby+feet+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077196876532262546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love babies feet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnXEqLhtpnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mLYQDHZ8vpg/s1600-h/Bookcase+quilt.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3231223158261136566?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3231223158261136566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3231223158261136566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3231223158261136566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3231223158261136566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnXGVLhtpoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TLIVakFuRew/s72-c/Bookcase+quilt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3992346239340667130</id><published>2007-06-17T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:45:53.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>losing touch</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's hard to keep up with friends all the time when they're spread across the country and beyond. But how hard is it to pick up the phone and say "I'm back in town. Wanna catch up?"...? This has happened to me today and I'm a little hurt and confused by the lack of communication. It may be that I've got it wrong. That the person in question may be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on her way&lt;/span&gt; back to town, but not yet here. But I don't think so. If I'm wrong, I'll hold my hands up and apologise. But if I'm right, what happened to the call mentioned above? Why didn't I get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to think that I'm losing touch with a person, or they with me. Not after that person has been through a lot with you. But when this happens, isn't that the only explanation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3992346239340667130?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3992346239340667130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3992346239340667130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3992346239340667130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3992346239340667130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/losing-touch.html' title='losing touch'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-2677853650646751964</id><published>2007-06-16T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:48:55.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>something to do</title><content type='html'>Copied from &lt;a href="http://bloghore.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you taller than your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;red, when it's clean. which is never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the closest thing to you that is red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;insect bite on my left knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my phone is on silent. i hate ringtones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;in what way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What color is your favorite pillow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;um, i guess white. they're all white. unless you are counting when the pillow cases are on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What is your favorite video game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;resident evil series. but only with the lights on. i'm easily scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Had a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it's 14.42 and i haven't been up long. but i am on holiday from work for two weeks so i'm allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Gold or Silver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Is there an animal that creeps you out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spiders: they have too many legs. so do centipedes, but they don't brag about it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Who was the last person you rode an elevator with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;don't ride lifts. they terrify me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you go iceskating as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;not often enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever have stitches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite non-alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ginger beer. or root beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How long ago did you kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bout half hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's something you want to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;have two or more babies. travel america. own a reliable car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever caught something on fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever seen a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wish i had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Have you ever seen the northern lights?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Do you know how to use chop sticks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Name something good that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my boyfriend brought me breakfast in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What room are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spare room/computer room/scrap room at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you worried about something you can't control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no. if i can't control it, why worry about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you take daily medications?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently folic acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. Ever been in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;not a physical one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you wearing nailpolish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no. too lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Innie or Outie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;innie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever used a Ouija board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no, never had the opportunity. but would if i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Sweet or Sour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Sun or Moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What shoes did you wear today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;not even out of my pj's yet, so no shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite eye color of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my boyfriend has blue and his are gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Most important quality in any relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite zombie movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the one in the shopping centre. forget the name of it. day of the dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 Time of day you were born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;23.10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you know your blood type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;0 positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What would you spend 5000 dollars on right now if you were handed it?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay off anything i owed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39. Name something annoying in public transit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;people with smelly armpits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Did you grow up in the city or country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;suburb, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Would you ever consider going on a reality tv show if offered a large sum of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. Have you flown in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;floated, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You have 10 dollars to spend in the dollar store..what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;like pounds in a pound shop? random useless things i don't really need but look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Slurpee flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;is that like a slush puppie? (i'm so english!) the blue one then. i think it's raspberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-2677853650646751964?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/2677853650646751964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=2677853650646751964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2677853650646751964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2677853650646751964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-to-do.html' title='something to do'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-5463097675540909595</id><published>2007-06-13T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:29:14.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>graduate</title><content type='html'>My sister graduated from acting school on Saturday and we all went up to spend the day with her which was fab. I plan on doing a layout of some of the many photos I took that day, but just wanted to share this pic of her as a fully graduated actress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAnybhtpiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sN1lM52966k/s1600-h/%28ed%29+graduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAnybhtpiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sN1lM52966k/s320/%28ed%29+graduate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075600527382652450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here some other layouts I have been working on recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAot7htpkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gg7j9qVhhfw/s1600-h/stingray+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAot7htpkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gg7j9qVhhfw/s400/stingray+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075601549584868930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAo07htplI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FrqfHb6t5rg/s1600-h/love+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAo07htplI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FrqfHb6t5rg/s400/love+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075601669843953234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAo-7htpmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4VlTosURkss/s1600-h/grow+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAo-7htpmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4VlTosURkss/s400/grow+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075601841642645090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must dash. Off to the circus soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-5463097675540909595?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/5463097675540909595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=5463097675540909595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5463097675540909595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5463097675540909595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduate.html' title='graduate'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RnAnybhtpiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sN1lM52966k/s72-c/%28ed%29+graduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3274860105831355136</id><published>2007-06-04T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:06:45.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>let go</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm writing on here today or what to write, I just needed to let it all out. My Grandad died on thursday and it was such a shock to all of us that I don't think any of us have really come to terms with it yet. The hole he has left in our lives is huge and nothing feels real at the moment. I am dreading going back to work and getting on with normal stuff so I am just trying to take each moment as it comes. Having lived a spoilt life with very little loss to deal with I am unprepared for any of this. His last day came shockingly fast as we had no idea it would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; his last. The coroner seems to think he died from a heart attack due to calcium in the arteries around the heart, but that's all just words to me. It doesn't mean anything tangible. My Dad is knocked for six as he and my mum were away in Greece when it happened and I had to call him and tell him on Thursday evening. I never want to have to tell someone news like that again. I can't even begin to descibe how it felt, and that feeling is only a fraction of how he feels having lost his Dad. My Nan is in denial. She makes tea, offers cake, cleans up after us...she talks about Grandad all the time, even how he died, but she won't talk to anyone outside the family, won't leave the house. I am lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one reads these posts anyway so this is really just to let myself see how I am feeling by letting it all come to the surface. I have spent four days trying to be strong, but it's so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3274860105831355136?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3274860105831355136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3274860105831355136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3274860105831355136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3274860105831355136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-go.html' title='let go'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-1836940316304475893</id><published>2007-06-01T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:05:23.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my new logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RmBRvL1Jf7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/EgLYt8KB5AE/s1600-h/smellymellycrafts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RmBRvL1Jf7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/EgLYt8KB5AE/s400/smellymellycrafts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071143051490590642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-1836940316304475893?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/1836940316304475893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=1836940316304475893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1836940316304475893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1836940316304475893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-logo.html' title='my new logo'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RmBRvL1Jf7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/EgLYt8KB5AE/s72-c/smellymellycrafts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-6653224766767934820</id><published>2007-05-30T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:12:35.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last wrote on here &amp; I feel like I have been neglecting it in favour of reading what others have written, so today I am making the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to my first ever crop with a couple of friends from work, and I had a blast. Scrapping alone is always going to be my favourite way as I tend to drift to a place in my head that no one else can reach and am not good company when creating, but the opportunity to see what others were doing and to chat face-to-face about the things we make was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of chatting face-to-face, or not as the case may be, I have recently been sucked into the world that is SisTV and I love it! &lt;a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com/"&gt;Elise&lt;/a&gt; told me I should get on board and she was so right. Everyone is very friendly and the work on there is amazing. Looking forward to many more hours of wandering the message boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I should be creating an essay.&lt;br /&gt;Today I should be researching a project.&lt;br /&gt;Today I should be hoovering the house.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am ordering fab 7gypsies products online.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-6653224766767934820?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/6653224766767934820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=6653224766767934820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6653224766767934820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6653224766767934820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-2263482953465969996</id><published>2007-05-15T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:30:00.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rkoz9YsbX-I/AAAAAAAAADw/aiKatn0lkC8/s1600-h/%28ed%29+Ken+shoulder+15-05-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rkoz9YsbX-I/AAAAAAAAADw/aiKatn0lkC8/s200/%28ed%29+Ken+shoulder+15-05-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064917860625375202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're squeamish, look away now, as this is what my poor Ken's shoulder looks like just two days after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-2263482953465969996?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/2263482953465969996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=2263482953465969996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2263482953465969996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2263482953465969996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-your-squeamish-look-away-now-as-this.html' title=''/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rkoz9YsbX-I/AAAAAAAAADw/aiKatn0lkC8/s72-c/%28ed%29+Ken+shoulder+15-05-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-1769467923162516967</id><published>2007-05-15T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:30:55.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>published artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rkox9IsbX8I/AAAAAAAAADg/BvE46NjhOwc/s1600-h/Dan+sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rkox9IsbX8I/AAAAAAAAADg/BvE46NjhOwc/s200/Dan+sketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064915657307152322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very good friend of mine, Daniel Sendall-King, has recently had a book of his art and poems published on a small independent label. It's very cool, Tim Burton-esque, and is well worth checking out. View it &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/853107"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He gets £1.50 for every one someone buys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-1769467923162516967?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/1769467923162516967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=1769467923162516967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1769467923162516967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1769467923162516967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/05/published-artist.html' title='published artist'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rkox9IsbX8I/AAAAAAAAADg/BvE46NjhOwc/s72-c/Dan+sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-5645732756133312949</id><published>2007-05-13T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T11:16:49.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This in my inbox makes me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RkblWosbX7I/AAAAAAAAADY/ySpB6UGgL9M/s1600-h/Organisation+tips+email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RkblWosbX7I/AAAAAAAAADY/ySpB6UGgL9M/s320/Organisation+tips+email.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063987008068345778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.creatingkeepsakes.com/shop/item.ihtml?idx=541"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-5645732756133312949?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/5645732756133312949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=5645732756133312949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5645732756133312949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/5645732756133312949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-in-my-inbox-makes-me-happy-check.html' title=''/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RkblWosbX7I/AAAAAAAAADY/ySpB6UGgL9M/s72-c/Organisation+tips+email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-6624210496888476286</id><published>2007-05-13T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:41:57.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the pain?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Ken finally went into hospital for an operation on his shoulder after a long and trying process. Having dislocated the same shoulder four times in fewer years, we have lived with the fact that it could happen at any moment and poor Ken has had to put a lot of things on hold for fear of aggravating the injury further. But, after being on the waiting list for such a long time, yesterday he had the operation that should mean his shoulder is just like a regular one again. Although downstairs now and in quite a bit of pain, with physio etc ahead of him, the ultimate goal is now so much closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will now be able to play sports again without worrying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He'll be able to lift our future children up onto his shoulders.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;His mind will be at peace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today may be painful for him, but the end is in sight. And he deserves it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-6624210496888476286?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/6624210496888476286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=6624210496888476286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6624210496888476286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6624210496888476286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-of-pain.html' title='the end of the pain?'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-181406687827050771</id><published>2007-05-04T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T11:06:28.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, how i love to organise</title><content type='html'>After my daily dose of blog stalking (having discovered I am by far not alone in this I feel less like I should have nightvision goggles &amp; a notebook), I am off to organise my scrapbooking stash in preparation for some craftiness tomorrow. Just bought some clear zipper bags to separate out some of my stickers and rub ons to make it slightly possible for me to see what I have before complaining I have nothing and buying more (although that is part of the fun of it). Having finally settled my new computer desk in with the essential things set up (i.e. my photo printer) I am feeling my creative vibe come back to me. I have even 'altered' my computer screen a bit, to distinguish my computer from Ken's when we have visitors!! Hopefully I'll upload a pic of it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to some unadulterated scrapping tomorrow as have freed my schedule nicely. I also have £15.00 in gift vouchers for the local craft store so if I feel the need for a bit of fresh air, I can go shopping too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-181406687827050771?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/181406687827050771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=181406687827050771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/181406687827050771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/181406687827050771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-how-i-love-to-organise.html' title='oh, how i love to organise'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-1141784237295706329</id><published>2007-05-03T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:50:01.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister: the actress</title><content type='html'>East 15 Media presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TPsOr8rybs0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TPsOr8rybs0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-1141784237295706329?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/1141784237295706329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=1141784237295706329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1141784237295706329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1141784237295706329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-sister-actress.html' title='my sister: the actress'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-7381338492341135950</id><published>2007-05-01T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:09:40.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh fruit in my inbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rjei14sbX6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/v1xITZTFBBM/s1600-h/Header.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rjei14sbX6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/v1xITZTFBBM/s400/Header.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059691753009536930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-7381338492341135950?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/7381338492341135950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=7381338492341135950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/7381338492341135950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/7381338492341135950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/05/fresh-fruit-in-my-inbox.html' title='fresh fruit in my inbox'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rjei14sbX6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/v1xITZTFBBM/s72-c/Header.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3969033688086724608</id><published>2007-04-30T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:48:51.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>scrappy weekend</title><content type='html'>After doing my exam and everything last week, this weekend I dedicated a large portion of it to me. I put a lot of things on hold (including the housework!) so that I could scrap to my hearts content. Unfortunately, now that I'm writing on here it's too dark to photograph the layouts properly as they look better in natural light, so I will try and put them up later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called me last night to tell me she didn't like the picture I had put of her on Facebook - I can't think why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RjZi4IsbX5I/AAAAAAAAADI/DzL6uEczB1Y/s1600-h/%28ed%29+Scary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RjZi4IsbX5I/AAAAAAAAADI/DzL6uEczB1Y/s320/%28ed%29+Scary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059339947943354258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to quite a few peeps about what they plan to do on NSD - I lack the opportunity to go to an organised scrap of any kind so I will be honouring the day in my own scrappy way. My boyfriend has suggested the idea of a synchronised scrap: the idea being that a group of 'net friends' all scrap for a designated couple of hours and then upload what they have done to show everyone else, and then everyone comments on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless him, I never thought he took that much notice of what seems to take over our entire house!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3969033688086724608?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3969033688086724608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3969033688086724608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3969033688086724608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3969033688086724608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/scrappy-weekend.html' title='scrappy weekend'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RjZi4IsbX5I/AAAAAAAAADI/DzL6uEczB1Y/s72-c/%28ed%29+Scary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-380009390937208117</id><published>2007-04-28T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:17:57.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chair for my craft room</title><content type='html'>One day, I will own a chair just like this one from &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=0&amp;itemType=HOME_PAGE"&gt;Anthropologie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RjKEkIsbX3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/-d_V8uxAMFs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RjKEkIsbX3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/-d_V8uxAMFs/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058251087834472306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-380009390937208117?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/380009390937208117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=380009390937208117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/380009390937208117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/380009390937208117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/chair-for-my-craft-room.html' title='chair for my craft room'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RjKEkIsbX3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/-d_V8uxAMFs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-8880483537906035627</id><published>2007-04-27T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:55:24.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons to be happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;exam over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two blissfully free days to spend with Ken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new scrapbooking supplies arrived&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new pics calling out to be used&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;latest issue of &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookinspirationsmagazine.co.uk/"&gt;Scrapbook Inspirations&lt;/a&gt; dropped through letterbox this morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;full belly of yummy chinese food for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;money in the bank: payday today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-8880483537906035627?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/8880483537906035627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=8880483537906035627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/8880483537906035627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/8880483537906035627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/reasons-to-be-happy_27.html' title='reasons to be happy...'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3588596455440914333</id><published>2007-04-25T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:21:04.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>national scrapbooking day should be a bank holiday</title><content type='html'>What are you planning to do for National Scrapbooking Day on 5th May? &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookinghow.com/lib/national.htm"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; are a few ideas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3588596455440914333?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3588596455440914333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3588596455440914333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3588596455440914333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3588596455440914333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-are-you-planning-to-do-for.html' title='national scrapbooking day should be a bank holiday'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-1131730928875513881</id><published>2007-04-24T20:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:09:16.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>exam fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have an exam on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My head hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rational ways to deal with this situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;claim sudden amnesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;change my identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leave the country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leave the planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why am I writing on here instead of revising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:veranda;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   "We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:veranda;font-size:100%;"  &gt; -Maya Angelou-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...I will try to remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-1131730928875513881?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/1131730928875513881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=1131730928875513881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1131730928875513881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1131730928875513881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/exam-fever.html' title='exam fever'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-2047950380448636506</id><published>2007-04-21T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:45:34.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>26 today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Too many alcoholic smoothies equals hangover equals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;very good birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiqFZ-poHdI/AAAAAAAAACY/bL0tgXWH3sw/s1600-h/Smoothie+Mel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiqFZ-poHdI/AAAAAAAAACY/bL0tgXWH3sw/s200/Smoothie+Mel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056000213037620690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out my new birthday shoes Ken bought for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiqFGepoHbI/AAAAAAAAACI/CSvx-COzwmI/s1600-h/New+Keds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiqFGepoHbI/AAAAAAAAACI/CSvx-COzwmI/s400/New+Keds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055999878030171570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so in love with these right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-2047950380448636506?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/2047950380448636506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=2047950380448636506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2047950380448636506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2047950380448636506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/26-today.html' title='26 today'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiqFZ-poHdI/AAAAAAAAACY/bL0tgXWH3sw/s72-c/Smoothie+Mel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-4274255275917616011</id><published>2007-04-20T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:49:42.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As tomorrow is my birthday, Ken and I booked today off work and went out. He took me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.frankieandbennys.com/"&gt;Frankie &amp; Benny's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for lunch, and then he took me scrapbook shopping!! Alcoholic smoothies are the order of the day so we dusted off the smoothie maker and stocked up the drinks cupboard. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry (almost) birthday to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RikZHupoHaI/AAAAAAAAACA/4TzbjbEKAtg/s1600-h/Smoothies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RikZHupoHaI/AAAAAAAAACA/4TzbjbEKAtg/s400/Smoothies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055599677272497570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-4274255275917616011?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/4274255275917616011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=4274255275917616011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4274255275917616011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/4274255275917616011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-eve.html' title='birthday eve'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RikZHupoHaI/AAAAAAAAACA/4TzbjbEKAtg/s72-c/Smoothies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-7601799410158114829</id><published>2007-04-19T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:30:23.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fruity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Riftb-poHZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q1-OsgK0q6w/s1600-h/Milkshake+%26+fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Riftb-poHZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q1-OsgK0q6w/s400/Milkshake+%26+fruit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055270171676515730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-7601799410158114829?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/7601799410158114829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=7601799410158114829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/7601799410158114829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/7601799410158114829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/fruity.html' title='fruity'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Riftb-poHZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q1-OsgK0q6w/s72-c/Milkshake+%26+fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3282934454894833179</id><published>2007-04-19T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:58:14.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rifl6upoHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/BRGjBNxwAXg/s1600-h/cardimg+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rifl6upoHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/BRGjBNxwAXg/s400/cardimg+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055261903864470914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is so cool - got the idea from &lt;a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com/"&gt;Elise&lt;/a&gt; (thanx). Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.blyberg.net/card-generator/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3282934454894833179?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3282934454894833179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3282934454894833179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3282934454894833179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3282934454894833179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-so-cool-got-idea-from-elise.html' title=''/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rifl6upoHYI/AAAAAAAAABw/BRGjBNxwAXg/s72-c/cardimg+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3412369345290380035</id><published>2007-04-19T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:38:07.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hard crimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So Tammy told me this story about how she almost got arrested yesterday for drinking in the street. As three burly policeman slid the door back on a S*W*A*T style van and leapt out, Tammy claimed that she thought it was okay for them to drink there as it was "just a piece of grass". The reasoning behind this claim? We'll never know. Thankfully the police realised that the time and effort it would take to jail our little Tamasina was not worth it and she was spared life as a convict. This time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rie16OpoHUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mxLgugUocYc/s1600-h/Tammy+wanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rie16OpoHUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mxLgugUocYc/s320/Tammy+wanted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055209118716403010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3412369345290380035?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3412369345290380035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3412369345290380035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3412369345290380035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3412369345290380035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/hard-crimes.html' title='hard crimes'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rie16OpoHUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mxLgugUocYc/s72-c/Tammy+wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-871463205818497341</id><published>2007-04-19T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:35:28.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>proud of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to record this feeling: proud. It is not a feeling I have often, not of myself anyway, as I never seem to reach the high expectations I set myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But... yesterday a certificate came in the post for part of my Finance diploma and I received the grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; distinction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;; and today I recieved the grade for an essay I wrote for the Health &amp; Social Care certificate I am studying online and I got 94%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; is such a little word for how I feel today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-871463205818497341?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/871463205818497341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=871463205818497341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/871463205818497341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/871463205818497341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/proud-of-me.html' title='proud of me'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-2053719988129185161</id><published>2007-04-19T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:43:34.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>forces to be reckoned with</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is something out there intent on reminding me to call my friend Tammy. All day I have seen references to her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lorry with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tamworth &lt;/span&gt;written across it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a map open at the page of a town called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tamworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an advert for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tam airlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tammy Wynette &lt;/span&gt;singing on the radio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate fondue &lt;/span&gt;(well, only Tammy herself will understand that one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are forces at work and I just wanted to let them know: I hear you. I'm dialling her number right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-2053719988129185161?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/2053719988129185161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=2053719988129185161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2053719988129185161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/2053719988129185161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/forces-to-be-reckoned-with_19.html' title='forces to be reckoned with'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-8292361644780911023</id><published>2007-04-18T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:33:40.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiZsLbdHAqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_pK-G3MHEx4/s1600-h/house+album+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiZsLbdHAqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_pK-G3MHEx4/s320/house+album+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054846575374172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the new house mini album I made when Ken &amp; I moved in together last October. Both sides are used and it is filled with choice pics &amp;amp; journalling that I know i'll want to remember in the future. It also fits very neatly into a handy box I had lying around (shown below - apologies for poor quality of pic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiZuELdHAtI/AAAAAAAAABI/Rmmwq9ue67M/s1600-h/house+album+box+front+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 269px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiZuELdHAtI/AAAAAAAAABI/Rmmwq9ue67M/s320/house+album+box+front+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054848649843376850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-8292361644780911023?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/8292361644780911023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=8292361644780911023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/8292361644780911023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/8292361644780911023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-picture-of-new-house-mini-album.html' title='home'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/RiZsLbdHAqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_pK-G3MHEx4/s72-c/house+album+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-6431493763497281</id><published>2007-04-18T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:56:51.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>calculated error</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Home for lunch after my Wednesday morning Finance course before heading off to work, and something is bothering me. This morning in college I spent almost an hour on one section of my current course. The reason for this? I could not get the figures to add up to what I know they should have been. Now I like numbers. I love their order and the control I (usually) have over them, and the fact that there is always a solution if you look hard enough. I find it satisfying to do in the midst of the chaos we call life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But today I realised something: calculators lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the hour I spent on the problem I made a cup of tea and silently ranted for a short while, then went back to it. When I looked at the problem afresh I realised that there was no way numbers with zeros at the end could come to a total with an eight at the end. Ever. A mathmatical impossiblilty. Yet my calculator seemed to think it was an exception to this rule. So I threw it out the window. And I felt better. But it got me to thinking how much we rely on things such as calculators. Because when it really comes down to it, I didn't need it. I sat down and worked it out with a pencil and paper. And I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-6431493763497281?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/6431493763497281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=6431493763497281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6431493763497281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/6431493763497281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/calculated-error.html' title='calculated error'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-1848861666629806143</id><published>2007-04-17T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:37:56.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have my car back after five long days without it and I feel great. How I lived before I drove i'll never know - it has been like missing a limb (not to trivualise that particular ailment). But now we are together again. It may be old and rusted and I will likely be cursing it when the bill comes in, but for this moment it is an old friend welcomed on its return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like the safe feeling I have of knowing it's just outside, waiting for me should I need it. Like those times when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to have chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-1848861666629806143?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/1848861666629806143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=1848861666629806143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1848861666629806143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/1848861666629806143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-my-car-back-after-five-long-days.html' title='welcome home'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-528684113755886510</id><published>2007-04-17T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:26:35.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today felt like a quiet day. I didn't feel much like talking and kept very much to myself at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed living in my own head for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-528684113755886510?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/528684113755886510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=528684113755886510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/528684113755886510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/528684113755886510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-felt-like-quiet-day.html' title=''/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741683310074282384.post-3226749731371074871</id><published>2007-04-17T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:43:28.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  class="entry-body" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having recently discovered blogging I realise I have subconsciously been doing this all my life. Like a diary kept in my head, I 'write' things as they have happened, analysing them and commenting on them later. Sometimes it's like I see myself as part of a movie - there are even soundtracks for some events. So blogging seems like an extension of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Except others can now see the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I find it calming to be able write my thoughts down and see them in black &amp;amp; white. Sort of like spring cleaning for the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741683310074282384-3226749731371074871?l=melissagoldup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/feeds/3226749731371074871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741683310074282384&amp;postID=3226749731371074871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3226749731371074871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741683310074282384/posts/default/3226749731371074871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissagoldup.blogspot.com/2007/04/beginning.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>smellymelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02345563151245299178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7E1y2CUvzsA/Rp0EtXZ86AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/g6-0s8mEGeA/s400/mel+mirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
