<?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-18042089</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:40:18.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>In this place called "society" so much is happening.  War, high priced gasoline and low paying jobs....well, if you're lucky enough to find a job. Anywho,this is how I tell about my life........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-115141383789910767</id><published>2006-06-27T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:10:37.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/1755/1600/Graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7255/1755/320/Graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NO I DO NOT KNOW THE GUY IN THE BACKGROUND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAMN THOSE CAMERA PHONES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I can't seem to do a posting on a regular basis. I promise I'm going to do better. Although, all my blog readers have probably already decided to stop reading.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, my new job is still killing me. I've been out of training for three months but I've heard that it takes about 3 years just to learn this job. Didn't believe it at first, but now I do. But who cares, I just graduated from college in May with my Masters in Public Administration (any recruiters out there?).   It is my hopes to find a CAREER real soon.  Life after homework and many trips to the library has become a bore.  I am 32 years old and just realized how boring my life really is and it doesn't help that I'm making pennies, which allows me money just to pay the bills.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start off a Blog after being absent for months!  I'll do better I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-115141383789910767?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115141383789910767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=115141383789910767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/115141383789910767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/115141383789910767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know I know'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-113703469359476628</id><published>2006-01-11T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:00:31.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back Y'all!</title><content type='html'>Well blog world, I've been gone for a little over a month, but I'm back now. The last time I posted I had just quit my job. I am still REJOICING over that decision because it is one of the best decisions I've ever made. I still caught a little hell after leaving, but it's cool. They keep forgetting that I don't work their anymore so they can "get slapped" at their own risk for continuing to flap their guns. Anywho, I still work a state job just with another agency. This job is busy work which I absolutely love because my days go by very fast. I have a flexible schedule and their is no dress code. I actually went out and bought me some jeans because I'm use to wearing slacks and skirts. I'll still be dressing casual though because that's the majority of the clothing that I have. See, I knew it would pay off if I bought some jeans and some sweat pants. When I got to work I am over dressed, but it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I am thrilled for the New Year, I'm getting ready to have a birthday on Monday and needless to say, I am not defeated. And with that said, I'll be getting on more frequently so keep in touch and keep talking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-113703469359476628?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/113703469359476628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=113703469359476628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113703469359476628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113703469359476628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-back-yall.html' title='I&apos;m back Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-113315410236850824</id><published>2005-11-27T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:01:42.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Girl to do........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, so it's 11:00 pm on a Sunday night. I turned on this computer about 2 hours ago so that I could do homework, and I've done about 20 minutes of homework because I was side-tracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I wanted to tell those that have heard my numerous complaints that I finally quit my job. I was hoping to get fired, but even I try to be loyal to the end. When I quit on Wednesday I even tried to finish all the work on my desk. But then I remembered why I was quitting in the first place so needless to say, the work is still sitting in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends would tell me that I should have it good because I had my own office and I had a flexible schedule. Well, it was flexible when my boss wanted it to be flexible. But now I'll have some time on my hand to blog more often, and I won't be as occupied so maybe I'll actually have some blogs "worth reading".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sitting here watching Girls Behaving Badly? 1. Because I don't have cable and I guess that's good because it would probably get cut off since I know longer have a job and 2. I guess because I've already watched the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall holla back cause I'm going to need some folks to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-113315410236850824?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/113315410236850824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=113315410236850824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113315410236850824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113315410236850824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-girl-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s a Girl to do........'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-113233719540619068</id><published>2005-11-18T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:06:35.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Boning Challenge.....</title><content type='html'>Alright, Max seems to always come up with these interesting challenges.  So, if my husband let me.  Forget that, if I wanted to, this is who I'm cheating with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Matthew McConaughey - What can I say he's the hottest looking man on earth right now.&lt;br /&gt;2.  50 Cent - I don't find him attractive, but he looks like he can toss a sister around and do some thangs.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Carmello Anthony - I love basketball, he's sexy, he's young and I'd have to get it before he gets married.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Eddie Kennison #87 - Kansas City Chief, he is just so athletic and so sweet and so sweet and so cute and so sweet and....you get the point.  But he's married......dang (for his wife).&lt;br /&gt;5.  Michael Jordan - As you can see I love my athletes.  But Michael Jordan was like my first love, that I never had.  But if he just felt the need to cheat on Juanita, I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Will Smith - I just want to see what he can do.&lt;br /&gt;7.  George Clooney - I just have this inkling of a feeling he's been down the road before.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Busta Rhymes - Cause he's just wild and crazy, so he might do err thang .&lt;br /&gt;9.  Shemar Moore - Because he got that tooth fix AND did you see MOTIVES?  He worked it out!&lt;br /&gt;10.  I guess I'll pick a female because everyone else picked one.  And drum roll please........Charlize Theron, she is absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that really took some thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-113233719540619068?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/113233719540619068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=113233719540619068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113233719540619068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113233719540619068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/taking-boning-challenge.html' title='Taking the Boning Challenge.....'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-113104021794182143</id><published>2005-11-03T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:50:17.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If at first you don't succeed......</title><content type='html'>Within the past three weeks I've gone on five interviews, that's including the one that I'm leaving for in about 15 minutes.  Nonetheless, of the interviews I've had, only one called back to tell me that they went with another candidate.  And then of course in the other interviews I have to hear that I might be over qualified for the job.  If you want a job, what does it matter if you're "over" qualified.  I guess it's a lose/lose situation.  Can't get it if you're over/under qualified.....  What the heck is in between? Anywho, I would say wish me luck, but I'm never really sure about a potential job until after the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-113104021794182143?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/113104021794182143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=113104021794182143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113104021794182143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113104021794182143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed.html' title='If at first you don&apos;t succeed......'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-113085474348278902</id><published>2005-11-01T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:19:03.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>The parking at my job is horrible.  In order to get a decent parking space I'd have to be at work at 6:30 am, and my shift doesn't start until 7:30 am.  Nonetheless, I had to park in Jerusalem.  But I said I wanted to lose weight so I guess I'll shed a couple of pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I plugged my name in &lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/"&gt;http://www.googlism.com/&lt;/a&gt;and just copied the first few because their were plenty.....and I do mean plenty.  Didn't know  a name meant so much.  My favorites are followed by **.  Thanks Max, just something else for me to loaf off on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melanie is frequent flyer&lt;br /&gt;melanie is making a square for the community&lt;br /&gt;melanie is a cheewee&lt;br /&gt;melanie is today&lt;br /&gt;melanie is no more a saint (funny) **&lt;br /&gt;melanie is hottttttt&lt;br /&gt;melanie is watching **&lt;br /&gt;melanie is redressed and reposed&lt;br /&gt;melanie is back&lt;br /&gt;melanie is&lt;br /&gt;melanie is frequent flyer flight 124 touches down in oshawa "on the 13th of november&lt;br /&gt;melanie is making a square for the community quilt&lt;br /&gt;melanie is noooooooo bimbo&lt;br /&gt;melanie is actually 38&lt;br /&gt;melanie is adorned with seven tattoos&lt;br /&gt;melanie is a 22&lt;br /&gt;melanie is nominated for a brit&lt;br /&gt;melanie is now in alabama&lt;br /&gt;melanie is not the name of a person ** (What am I.......LOL)&lt;br /&gt;melanie is involved in various other activities&lt;br /&gt;melanie is love&lt;br /&gt;melanie is really very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;melanie is already a veteran of many perfomances **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-113085474348278902?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/113085474348278902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=113085474348278902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113085474348278902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113085474348278902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-113051630351950157</id><published>2005-10-28T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:20:20.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Just DOESN'T Mix</title><content type='html'>Okay yall, I don't smoke and I don't have anything against smokers. If you get lung cancer that's not my problem. Even my husband smokes, but he has to go outside and do it. Is that wrong???? Nah! When he gets us a house with a couple of corridors or a few wings, then he can have his own little joot joint.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I have a co-worker who smokes all day long. I could've sworn I saw her eat a cigarette which is how much she smokes. Which I guess is okay because I don't have to go to break with her. But I'm most affected when she comes back into the office and sprays this "butt stank" perfume that someone LIED and told her it smells wonderful on her. I already have air freshner in my office that sit on the floor near my door so when people walk by the say "mmm it smells nice in here". Well, I can't smell it because I smell smoke! Smoke so thick like she just came up out the club. How can I tell her that smoking and then spraying perfume "Just Doesn't Mix"? In a nice way, instead of just going to her and saying......YOU STINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-113051630351950157?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/113051630351950157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=113051630351950157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113051630351950157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113051630351950157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-just-doesnt-mix.html' title='It Just DOESN&apos;T Mix'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-113016952162380128</id><published>2005-10-24T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:17:29.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the good foot</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wake up in the morning and convince yourself that today is going to be a wonderful day? I do it all the time. First off, I'm just thankful for God allowing me to see another day, and I also thank him for this job, but then I continue to thank him for those things ahead that I cannot see........is their a "career" he can see some time in the near future! It's sad to say, but no one has really said anything to me today which is why I'm having a fairly decent day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was busy, busy, busy. I was supposed to be on Fall break for school but I never get a break and I have many of grey hairs as my witness. But it's Monday and I have started another session of school and as of today I remain bookless for both classes because I can't afford to pay for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my youngest son had a football game at 8:00 am which was fine. But it's my only day to sleep in so their team losing didn't make it any better. Then immediately after I had a regional meeting for my sorority. The Kansas City Chapter is Hosting the Midwestern Regional Conference this year so I'll be busy on that from now until April. And then immediately after that, I had to take my youngest son to a birthday party. And then of course when all was said and done all I wanted to do was sit down and be lazy. So I ended up popping in a movie "The Titanic", and wishing that I could find the blue diamond necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-113016952162380128?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/113016952162380128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=113016952162380128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113016952162380128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/113016952162380128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-good-foot.html' title='On the good foot'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18042089.post-112982446377100183</id><published>2005-10-20T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:07:43.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Well, my first posting on the blog and I'm so excited.  And like I really have time to be posting when I got to work 2 hours late and haven't done anything since I got here; except try to find a new job!  I am so frustrated at the fact that I've gotten a Bachelors Degree and I will have a Masters Degree in May and I don't have a good paying job to show for it.  Whoever said that Education was going to pay, should have given me an estimate time of when I was going to receive that pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18042089-112982446377100183?l=my-lifes-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/feeds/112982446377100183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18042089&amp;postID=112982446377100183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/112982446377100183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18042089/posts/default/112982446377100183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-lifes-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-rainy-day.html' title='What a Rainy Day'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953702420140984964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
