<?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-5466852720283802428</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:41:35.604-07:00</updated><category term='tour'/><title type='text'>Miracles happen...</title><subtitle type='html'>Knowing, Understanding, believeing, and hoping is never enough...you have to have faith!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-5651753251894116736</id><published>2008-11-16T22:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:00:12.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Mad Christmas after all.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who do not know, a Mad Christmas refers to a Madrigal Christmas. Yes, I'm talking about the Madrigals that sing. Well the modern day version. I am a Madrigal at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taylorsville&lt;/span&gt; High. I love being a Madrigal there. My Teacher Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tarrant&lt;/span&gt; is absolutely amazing. She has taught me so much, I couldn't live with out her, well now that I know what I know. I don't know how I lived with out knowing what I knew earlier. So for Christmas, we have performances. Like a lot of performances. So far that I have counted is 37 performances (did I count that right?) between the dates of Dec. 1st and Dec. 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty excited and overwhelmed all at once. We are singing 14 different songs. Here they are and my comments about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol of the Bells-&lt;em&gt; classic, love it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Me Away From the Mistletoe- &lt;em&gt;hilarious!! so funny!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Alone Beneath the Mistletoe- &lt;em&gt;pretty contradicting to the song above, but this one is pretty funny too, I really like this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An A Capella version of Away in a Manger- &lt;em&gt;gorgeous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, Set, Christmas- &lt;em&gt;SO MUCH FUN!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Cake- &lt;em&gt;..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yummmmm&lt;/span&gt;!!! funny with the actions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Bells- &lt;em&gt;I really like this version because it is the Classic one. Different rhythm than you would usually hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard Him Joseph-&lt;em&gt; you don't hear to many songs about Joseph. I really like this one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beacause&lt;/span&gt; it focuses on him in the manger situation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;absoutly&lt;/span&gt; breath taking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, Up, Up in the Sleigh- &lt;em&gt;so much fun, reminds me of when I was a little kid again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty Second Fa La La- &lt;em&gt;oh boy, let's go faster!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding, Dong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Merily&lt;/span&gt; on High- &lt;em&gt;a fun traditional classic. classics are great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, this one makes me giggle. cause its not the version you would expect. I love it. it is so much fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up on the House Top-&lt;em&gt; again with the traditional classics. but this one is fun cause the kids get to do it with us. they get to do the actions with us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; gonna be so much fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~and another one that we don't have yet. its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;comming&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. I'll give you an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in December, you probably won't hear from me. But as for Thanksgiving, I'm working. From 3-8. It will be cool. As long as I don't forget anything. I'm pretty excited. That means good money for tour and school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and its almost 2009!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt; Graduation, here I come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another edit. It's actually 15 songs. I just forgot one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rudolph&lt;/span&gt; the Red Nosed Reindeer-  &lt;em&gt;the actions are what makes this one really fun!!I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-5651753251894116736?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/5651753251894116736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=5651753251894116736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/5651753251894116736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/5651753251894116736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-mad-christmas-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s A Mad Christmas after all.'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-1838236338059470178</id><published>2008-11-02T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:42:54.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum</title><content type='html'>oh and we got a Dalmatian and I'm taking a photography class and I love it!!!!! okay I'm done I'll have to post some of my pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-1838236338059470178?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/1838236338059470178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=1838236338059470178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/1838236338059470178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/1838236338059470178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2008/11/addendum.html' title='Addendum'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-5790614280821426012</id><published>2008-11-02T21:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:28:20.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead yet!!</title><content type='html'>Quote the movie that this post's title is from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe I'm not so good about keeping you guys updated. But as long as I post something once in a while and make comments on your blogs, maybe you will remember that I'm here. :D I just get so busy and have time for nothing in my life but school and singing. I have so much to post and update y'all on. For Starters like my new job, or how I have my very first voice lesson ever tommorrow, how the musical went this time, just everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beginning of the Updates: I got a job July 14th. I work at Marie Calender's. The place is fabulous. I love working there and the pies are great. Just the other day I had my very first bite of Lemon Merenge pie. oh.....my.....gosh!!! the most amazing piece of pie in the whole world! I don't so much like the merenge part, but the stuff underneath is just...., well, &lt;em&gt;wow&lt;/em&gt;..... leaves me breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical was amazing. It was really the best show I have ever had the oppurtunity to ever be apart of in my life. It was Beauty and the Beast. I was Mrs. Potts. The most fun I have ever had in playing a role ever before. It was a monumental change in my life. I realized more of who I was and accepted more of who I am. I embraced it and through that, I found out more of  Who I really am. I really do act like a mom. I do try to be controlling. I am who I am. And I don't need to change for any body. I have my good qualities and they are what make up who I am. My bad qualities are due to change. I will decide what will change and the only person it will ever change for, is me. Nobody gets to decide who I am. Nobody gets to tell me who to be. Nobody gets to make me feel bad about who I am. Nobody gets to tell me. Because they are inchange of themselves. And I like who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you who do not know how much I love singing, well just to get a taste of it, I love it. My heart is like a box, leak proof. It grows as I learn to love others and love more people as life goes on. Music is like the liquid that all the people float/swim in when living in this box/heart of mine. But no matter how many people there are in my heart, no matter little room there is, there is always room for singing and music, cause it always will fill in the cracks. Without it, my heart is not full. It makes me whole. So for my whole life, my love for music has grown. I start, with music, when I was 5. I started taking piano lessons. That was great fun, untill I was introduced to singing. Ever since then, my heart has taken flight and has never landed. It has always felt like that amazing sensation of flying, that weightless feeling, but more. Its a joy beyond description. It's better than the strongest high any one can experience, stronger than a natural high. So, to now describe my feelings about voice lessons. I have never had them before now. so to describe how i feel, is simply impossible. no words, no metaphor, no similie, nothing could even give you a glimmer of how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking forward. I'm scared for Thanksgiving. Thats Marie Calender's busiest day of the year. Don't feel prepared. THS Madrigal calender is filling up, gonna be busy. This year better be the best year for chrstmas ever. With snow, singing, performing, friends, family, just everyting. It better be great. Departmental Scholarship auditions for BYU are coming up. Hopefully I'll be prepared for them. Hopefully I can get a higher score on the ACT so I can get accepted to the Y. yeah. Hey if you read this, make a comment so that I know I'm not updating it for nothing. If more than 3 people don't do it, then I won't update again. cause it would then be a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise, I'm not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-5790614280821426012?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/5790614280821426012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=5790614280821426012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/5790614280821426012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/5790614280821426012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead yet!!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-2952134801669624678</id><published>2008-04-05T19:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:11:03.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never, No Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/R_gxH5g0mRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r0eXqB-OnUU/s1600-h/forgiven_olsen_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185948982684457234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/R_gxH5g0mRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r0eXqB-OnUU/s400/forgiven_olsen_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing more that I want in my entire life than to be like my savior. I know he loves me. I know he lives. I know that I am a Daughter of My Heavnly father who loves me. I know that God Lives. I know that President Monson is a Prophet of God. I know that The Temple is the Lord's House. I know that His gosple is here on this earth. I know that The Preisthood is real. I know that the authority to use the Power of God is here on this Earth. I know that My redeemer lives and loves me. I know that I can do what ever Heavenly Father will put me through to test me. I know that the Lord will provide a way for me to accomplish his tasks. I want to give my life to the Lord. I would give up anything the Lord would ask of me. I would give my Life for him and His Gosple. I would devote my life to him. I would give up the thing I love the most for him. I would give him anything. I want my will to become one with the Lord's will. I know that his will, can only bring me happiness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know this because I know he only wants happiness for me. I know that our Savior is perfect. I know that through Him, any wound can be heald. I know that any sin can be forgiven. I know that our Heavly Father and our Savior Jesus Christ want to bless our lives. I know that The Preisthood is a real power. I know its The Power of God. I know that Families can be together forever. I know that I am no perfect person, but I know, without any Doubt in my mind, that my Savior loves me, he wants to bless my life, That the Gosple of Jesus Christ is the true Gosple of the very same Jesus of Gallale. I know this because the spirit of God has testified this to me. I know this because, this world, this life, families, nothing, makes sense without it. I know this because I feel it within the deepest part of my soul. I know this because there is nothing like this feeling in the entire world. I know this because I have felt my Savior's love. I have felt My Heavnly Father's love. I know this because it is real, it is true, it is apart of me and my soul. I know this because I have felt my Redeemer's atonement, his eternal, patient, unconditional love. I know this because I have felt his presence, his touch, him in my life. I know this because as I look at my life, the more I do what is asked of me, by my Savior, the more everything makes sense to me, the more I feel it is true. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that our Savior loves each and every person I know, you know, any one who has ever existed. I know that such a great love can only come from a great person, a Perfect Person. I know that Jesus Christ is our Big Brother. I know that he paid the ultimate price because he loves us. I know that the blessings of God come about through obedience. I know that I want to be with a person who loves me so much for the rest of my life. I know that after I die, that I still want to be with such a person, then too. I know that the only way to live with such a person after I die is through our Savior Jesus Christ. I know that the only way to do that is to come unto him. To be one with him. To be part of his fold. I know that there is no other place I want to be. I know that there is no Greater love. I know that if there is one person who would give anything for anyone, it would be Him. I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is the Gosple of the same Jesus Christ whom was crusified on Calvary. I know that it is the very same Savior of the World who rose on the third day after his death. I know its the same savior who appeared to his apostles. I know that it is the same Redeemer who appeared to the Nephites in the Americas. I know that it is the same, because he rose after he died. I know it is the same, because there is One Jesus Christ, there is one Redeemer. I know this because It is the same feeling of love when I read the Book of Mormon and the New Testiment. I feel the same love when I read about my Savior from the four Gosples. I feel the same love when I read about his death, when I read about his life and the miracles he did, when I read about his teachings. I feel the same love when I read about him visiting the Nephites. I feel it when I read about how he called the children unto him, how he blessed them, how he healed them. I know this because I felt it, and I will never, no never, deny it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the name of Our Savior, Lord, and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-2952134801669624678?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/2952134801669624678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=2952134801669624678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2952134801669624678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2952134801669624678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-no-never.html' title='Never, No Never'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/R_gxH5g0mRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r0eXqB-OnUU/s72-c/forgiven_olsen_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-8353649904081855340</id><published>2008-02-09T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:44:45.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D he he he he</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry just had to do that last post. So today was a total mess. Yep I said it. well at least the second half. The first half was amazing. We went to the temple this morning! *sigh* Thats the most relaxing thing on this earth. :D its amazing what one hour of the spirit that strong can do for your day. :D So then I came home and everything from there just broke into a thousand shattering peices. Hmmm what a mess I was left to clean up~oh well. I made it through it. And I hope I won't have as much trouble trying to clean up the rest of it. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-8353649904081855340?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/8353649904081855340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=8353649904081855340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8353649904081855340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8353649904081855340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2008/02/d-he-he-he-he.html' title=':D he he he he'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-3624532600681823599</id><published>2008-02-09T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:36:15.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-3624532600681823599?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/3624532600681823599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=3624532600681823599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/3624532600681823599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/3624532600681823599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2008/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-6426941458385965649</id><published>2007-11-23T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T12:17:34.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo...</title><content type='html'>i broke my collar bone. technically my clavical. but yeah. typing with one hand is a whole lot harder than texting with one. but i'm getting used to it. ha  ha  ha  ha and i have a paper to type still. :D but no matter. i'll get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the story is i was on a date. and well we were 4 wheeling and me and my date took a nose dive. we were doubled up on the atv together. we hit a small bump at high speeds. then from that bump my hand hit the accelorator. the second bump, right after the first, sent us into a head first dive. it was a sandwitch with me on the bottom then my date in the middle with the atv on top to make a complete sandwitch. then we bounced. the second time we landed, my date landed on me but the atv landed somewhere else. then we boounced again. my date landed somewhere else. i landed then the atv landed on my head. luckily, thanks to my helmet, i didn't loose my life. my head was pinned in between the ground and my atv. i couldn't move my head. cause my helmet was stuck. my head was able to move a little within the helmet. the wheel was right next to my helmet. so if i wasn't wearing my helmet, they would be planning my funeral. however, that wasn't the case. so lukily my date was coherent enough to ask if i was okay. well i screamed 'no get me out of here'. and i was kicking my legs while i screamed. so my date got up and lifted the atv off of me. :D no joke. yeah he's my hero. so then i sat up and then i realized i broke my collar bone. so thats how it happened. i'm fine. happy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-6426941458385965649?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/6426941458385965649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=6426941458385965649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6426941458385965649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6426941458385965649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/11/sigh-soooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='*sigh* Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo...'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-3871723742891945282</id><published>2007-10-27T10:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:47:55.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its been only just a little while since my last post</title><content type='html'>just a little busy. But musical is almost over. Wednesday is our first performance, its for the junior high and elementary schools matinee and afternoon show. I'm so excited. I think that everyone will enjoy it. I'm so excited. I really do potray an evil queen. who just can't seem to let go of her son. Graces and Junior Choir are just amazing. I love singing. Thus i'm in two musicals programs. and additionally a musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it for now. come see the show.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-3871723742891945282?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/3871723742891945282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=3871723742891945282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/3871723742891945282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/3871723742891945282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-only-just-little-while-since.html' title='its been only just a little while since my last post'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-2757756710588891171</id><published>2007-08-05T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:53:39.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time for Musical to start again!</title><content type='html'>Well its already started. So needless to say, things are going amazing. Lots of progress being made. For those of you who don't know, I am an evil queen that does not want her son to ever get married cause he is her little baby boy. Some how she manages to believe that he will stay that way. I am a very talking charicter. Don't give anyone else a chance to speak, don't care about any one else except MYSELF, and my nice, sweet, beautiful, baby boy. and i talk to him like he is still 3 months old. While i'm manning the kingdom, my husband is a dreadful king, He tires to over throw what good i do for the kingdom. I mean Nobody should be married before my little boy does, so whats he trying to mess with my tests for all the princesses that come along? they all have to pass the test, so if he messes with the tests, then every one gets married, and the princess hasn't really passed the test to prove she is a real princess. So it messes every thing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha, you will just have to wait til' the play. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-2757756710588891171?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/2757756710588891171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=2757756710588891171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2757756710588891171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2757756710588891171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-time-for-musical-to-start-again.html' title='Its time for Musical to start again!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-4477446407363327797</id><published>2007-06-15T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:39:23.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mk so time for a new post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just a little update on the summer so far...&lt;br /&gt;Gone swimming alot so far, got a nice funny looking tanline of my back, makes every one just roll over giggling onto the floor. Probably will go swimming again today, and then go to frisbee friday tonight. I look forward to friday's cause i have nothing else to do. I need a job. Even though it will cut out my social life, i need something to do during the week, i have no social life during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready for girls camp. absolutly excited. Don't care 'bout mistakes or spelling or grammar or that kind of stuff right now, just typing. the pool is open right now, so just moving fast with typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone, same number, but different phone, and different provider. Its way cute. Love it! lots of fun with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are really cute, they make me laugh. Can't stop thinking about 'em as always. Wish i could see 'em more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, yeah htats it. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Wahoo! love it its my favorite color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-4477446407363327797?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/4477446407363327797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=4477446407363327797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/4477446407363327797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/4477446407363327797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/06/mk-so-time-for-new-post.html' title='mk so time for a new post!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-7678906794618508463</id><published>2007-04-25T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:22:50.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm... I am feeling very greatfull right now.</title><content type='html'>Ya know, I am so greatful to know the people that I do know. I enjoy their company. I love spending time with them. I love goofing around with them, we create priceless moments together. I don't know what I would do with my time if I didn't have the people I do have to be with.&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is, I don't get out often, don't go on manny dates (well so far its only been one), don't get to go spend the weekend with everyone. What I do get to do with you guys though is so worth it. I spend time online talking with you guys, I spend hours posting on sly piggery. I go on 'missions' with you guys at school. Its priceless having you guys as friends. I love ya'll, cause ya'll are so good at making me smile. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-7678906794618508463?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/7678906794618508463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=7678906794618508463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/7678906794618508463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/7678906794618508463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmm-i-am-feeling-very-greatfull-right.html' title='Hmmm... I am feeling very greatfull right now.'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-2590177547855395165</id><published>2007-04-24T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:54:51.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh! 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/Ri6XlcbwhJI/AAAAAAAAADA/n5gyJiMNKPE/s400/100_3113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/Ri6XlsbwhKI/AAAAAAAAADI/DhAbDTUpALQ/s1600-h/100_3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057146105422185634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/Ri6XlsbwhKI/AAAAAAAAADI/DhAbDTUpALQ/s400/100_3148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/Ri6XmMbwhLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g202DS3VlSs/s1600-h/100_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057146114012120242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/Ri6XmMbwhLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g202DS3VlSs/s400/100_3165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/Ri6Wy8bwhCI/AAAAAAAAACI/py-YDlPCal8/s1600-h/100_3061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057145233543824418" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-2590177547855395165?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/2590177547855395165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=2590177547855395165' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2590177547855395165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2590177547855395165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/04/ooooh-forgot-pictures-here-you-go.html' title='Ooooh! Forgot pictures Here you go.'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/Ri6YYMbwhMI/AAAAAAAAADY/YnFQQvxVVho/s72-c/100_3166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-6666988483610096501</id><published>2007-04-24T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:38:09.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour'/><title type='text'>THE TOUR REPORT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As all of you may have guessed already... TOUR WAS AMAZING! I loved seeing the palm trees for the first time, loved seeing the ocean for the first time. I loved being with the best people in the world, but best of all I got to spend alot of money! The shopping was amazing. Yes I did stay with one special person the whole time, but I don't know if I should call it a TR... becuase it hasn't been cleared as that with that special person. I don't even know his point of view on things. So I won't be telling any stories on here. But I will say that we talked alot, had alot of fun, and best of all, caused mischief. One of my most favorite things to do. It is the harmless kind, the kind that doesn't get you into trouble, if your not caught. We turned stickers around, thought of funny things we could do, but however we never came up with reasonable reasons to do them... but it was still fun to think about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO on Tour, this really surprised me probably more that it will you, the GUYS stayed up talking about girls all night. Sorry to say, that all the girls just went to bed as soon as they were in their PJ's, but from what I have been told, they stayed up for hours.  This came as a huge shock becuase I was told that real men don't talk about their feelings, or girls that they think are cute for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the best part of tour wasn't spending money, or shopping.  It was being with my friends. It was spending time with my bus partner talking for hours about the church, and just what every we wanted to talk about. The part where, we walked around in the rain for who knows how long waiting for our bus driver to get to our bus to drive us half way home. It was watching all of the guys make a huddle to keep all the girls warm. The part where all of the guys stood out side the bus in a line in the rain facing the opposite direction of the bus, while all the girls changed on the bus. They stayed out there in the wet, and cold just so we could get warm first. It was the part where you heard Jason Gabbitas singing in his boy soprano voice, &lt;em&gt;"The Phantom of the Opera."&lt;/em&gt;  It was the part&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;where Nathan and I walked up and down the hills of the Alcatraz Island. It was the part where the time went so fast on the bus, that it felt that  the bus ride home wasn't long enough. Spending that time was so worth it.  But it all was too short. It needed to be longer. But its okay. I have eternity to look forward to spending time with all of those amazing people. The very people that mean the most to me. And the best part about that, is it won't end. It won't stop, we won't grow old, we won't be falling apart. We will be perfect and we will be able to do anything we want, as long as it is rightous. I can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned in my life from my amazing Uncle Gordon is, if I haven't met my husband, then who ever he is, he must be pretty amazing because all of the people that I know right now are amazing. And if I choose him over the people I know, then he has to be something special. And that is saying alot right now about the people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-6666988483610096501?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/6666988483610096501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=6666988483610096501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6666988483610096501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6666988483610096501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/04/tour-report.html' title='THE TOUR REPORT!!!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-6022397696839702818</id><published>2007-04-11T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:26:04.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tOuR!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!</title><content type='html'>I am going crazy! Tour is in 6 days now! I am so excited. I have awesome roommates. I have a totally awesome group to hang out with. I am so bouncing off the wall excited. I am gonna bring my dads camera and will take pictures of every thing. So every one on tour, Be ware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thing that I have briefly,&lt;strong&gt; BRIEFLY&lt;/strong&gt;, described to Nathan, is my behavior on trips. He is scared, and so should the rest of you. If any of you know what girls camp ends up being like, or have heard any stories, or even gotten an idea what its like, then imagine that x10 for my regular girls camp trips. And one other thing, I am a lot worse on longer trips. So because this trip is not 4 days, and is about 6, be warned. :D Cause you all are gonna deal with a foreign Melissa. You will see me out of my shell, out of my comfort zone, in girls camp mode. Only more lady like, there is no way I would do some things like that on tour, that would be just plain stupid. But however, I am going to be something you have never seen before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just be prepared....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you all will get the up date on tour and all the pictures, well maybe all of them. Depends on what pictures my camera takes, and how embarrassing they will be. Probably won't post any of my self, but however every one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; picture will be on here, even if I have to go to the greatest lengths ever known to get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt; now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-6022397696839702818?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/6022397696839702818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=6022397696839702818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6022397696839702818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6022397696839702818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/04/touriiiiiiiii.html' title='tOuR!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-8986526463152786221</id><published>2007-04-02T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:08:29.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>General Confrence!</title><content type='html'>This confrence was amazing! I got go to bear lake for the first time, and wyoming twice, the first was the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite talk would be Elder Holland's talk. He talked about how words cut deper than the flesh. It was very inspiring. The part that hit me like a brick was the fact that we need to speak kind about ourselves. Thats where i have problems. But his talk stuck out to me more than others.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-8986526463152786221?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/8986526463152786221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=8986526463152786221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8986526463152786221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8986526463152786221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/04/general-confrence.html' title='General Confrence!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-2880500969903095</id><published>2007-03-16T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:54:11.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viedos!</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to upload viedos, with Nathans help of course, it was very nice of him. I still think that you should name all of your pigs. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4335799557552130191&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-2880500969903095?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/2880500969903095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=2880500969903095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2880500969903095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2880500969903095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahahah-now-you-know-why-people-tell-me.html' title='Viedos!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-1608100354742518574</id><published>2007-03-16T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:07:11.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLO AND ENSAMBLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!! ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Well, yes, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was our region's solo and ensamble. For those of you who have no clue as to what this is, well, I will start off by telling you that you have to sing. Yes, yes, you have to sing to participate or unless you accompany some one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, you pick a classical song. You work on it really hard. You practice for hours, work on every detail. You perfect every vowel, you make sure you are breathing right. You spend countless hours working on the song untill its just right. :D Then, the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo and ensamble refers to a solo vocalist or an ensamble of vocalists. This one at least. It can be for instrumentalists or vocalists. But its all musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So performance day. I come to school, a total nervous wreck. I was not very happy. I was quiet, looked upset, totally not in my usual mood. I was just different that day. And you could tell. But it wasn't all for nothing. As the day went on, the only thing I thought about was solo and ensamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing a song called, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Every Where I Look" by Molly Carew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This song is about a girl walking through the woods, looking at the trees and singing about how winter is leaving and how she is so happy to have spring here. She is so excited and she has fallen in love. Every thing in her wolrd is going perfect and nothing could make it better that she has met her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens with solo and ensamble is students from all over the region go to one school and participate in a festaval. Its not a contest, but some how it tursnout to be one. You go sit in the room and listen to other performers while you wait for you turn.. When its your turn you go and give the judges your origional music, with all of the other music in the book. You need to make sure that all of the measures are numbered just right. Then you go stand infront of the grand piano infront of all of the other waiting performers.  Then you sing your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent countless hours practicing for this. I spent even more time stressing over it, but it was all was worth it cause I got a 1. Which is the best you can get and I also qualified for state. Thats where you go on to perform at a state college. This year it is at BYU. I am so excited. Its at the end of April after Band tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the catch, not every one makes it to state. Only seven girls qualified from my school as soloists. I am so excited. I can't wait, but I am sooooooo nervous. I just don't know what to do with my self. :D later yall~&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-1608100354742518574?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/1608100354742518574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=1608100354742518574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/1608100354742518574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/1608100354742518574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/03/solo-and-ensamble-are-you-crazy.html' title='SOLO AND ENSAMBLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!! ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!?'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-6475693998614815938</id><published>2007-02-14T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:51:50.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet, Dear, Little, Annoying Brothers....Gotta love 'em.</title><content type='html'>Alright. Now you must understand these boys before I tell you all their little adventures. You must understand that they are crazy maniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mckay is 12. He has been that shy little kid from the beginning. When he was little he used to sing in the car, as loud a humanly possible the theme song from &lt;em&gt;Toy Story&lt;/em&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;You've got a friend in me. You've got a friend in me. Some other folks can't see you, the way I do.... we'll be best friends for the rest of our lives. Yeah boy, you got a friend in me. &lt;/em&gt;Yeah that song. So now, he will hardly talk to any one. But oh boy, if you knew all the things he does, you would laugh your head off. Thats enough for now about Mckay. Except for one thing, he loves to play Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, Peter, Peter. This little boy also loves to play Nintendo. He is 8 years old. When he was younger he would be playing Banjo Tooie. When he was working on something that would require extra exertment to press the buttons numerous times, he would push the buttons while jumping up and down with every press of the button. He would sit there for hours, usually when you see some one play Nintendo for the first time you see them trying to steer the chariter by turning their hands with the controll. NO. Not Peter. He would just jump up and down to press the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel- well of all my little brothers, as annoying as he is, he is soooo much like me. He does the exact same things that I did when I was a little kid. Yeah that would include running around the house, screaming at the top of my lungs &lt;em&gt;THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/em&gt; theme music. Not to meantion singing what ever song came into his head in the shower at the top of his lungs, &lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I did that one too&lt;/em&gt;.... But not to meantion the &lt;em&gt;Gift of Toungs&lt;/em&gt; speech. What I mean by that is he will sit there and speak gibberish and think that he is speaking Spanish, French, Chinese, Japinese, Portugese, what ever language you name it. I did that one too. My dad surprised me with that fact cause I have no reccolection of this in my memory. So I trust my Dad. Daniel also did the Nintendo button thing. All three of them love Nintendo. So you know how Operetic singers sing? With the loud, belting, amazing vibrato controll stuff? Yeah Daniel sings like that, but since he is only 5, ok 6 (he is quick to correct me when I am wrong) he doesn't have the vibrato, or the control. But however, he nails the pitch (most of the time) and he has great control. He most definatly is loud though....Oh and he likes to boss people around and take charge, that one I try not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all three boys, Daniel and I are most alike when it comes to personality. When it comes to being the keeper of all usless knowledge, Peter and I are the most alike.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-6475693998614815938?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/6475693998614815938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=6475693998614815938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6475693998614815938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6475693998614815938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sweet-dear-little-annoying.html' title='My Sweet, Dear, Little, Annoying Brothers....Gotta love &apos;em.'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-8654786672955095960</id><published>2007-02-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:21:08.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't blogged in a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah and i'm not really gonna blog now either. :D :P'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-8654786672955095960?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/8654786672955095960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=8654786672955095960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8654786672955095960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8654786672955095960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title='I haven&apos;t blogged in a while.'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-6617915531177605191</id><published>2007-01-26T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:16:17.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PoStInG, pOsTeD</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in a while!  Therefore I decided to post something. I am not worried about it being crap like the rest of y'all. Just cause i don't care about what yall think about my writing. It just doesn't matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah here i go, and goes nothing.   So lately i have been up to no good. Doing absolutly nothing but homework and studying for final tests for the end of the semester. I like to post stuff once in a while, but today I happen to have nothing to do. Its fun, feels great and i enjoy the leisure. As you can see, i don't really care about my typing properness today. ususally i just fix every thing, but not today (zurg: toy story 2 i believe). I will just post and just have fun and not care. I like music theory and feel like being random. I love playing the piano. its fun. Right now, I just have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i am gonna ditch y'all for the piano and practice. See if I can break my alltime record of 7hrs and 48mins, was it? Yes it was if my memory serves me right. See y'all later!(well i will post later...)&lt;br /&gt; Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-6617915531177605191?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/6617915531177605191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=6617915531177605191' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6617915531177605191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6617915531177605191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/01/posting-posted.html' title='PoStInG, pOsTeD'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-8137200013890525867</id><published>2007-01-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:46:38.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's not always true... you do know that there are people who think that they can sing, but in reality can't. So they make a fool of them selves and then there are people who can sing but are afraid to sing, and they never give it that chance to sing for anyone. I'm just wondering if my Dad is biaesed, or not. It always has made me wonder. People in the past have made fun of my singing. to the point where i am scared to sing. i love doing it, but am to scared. I mean to me, there is nothing like singing to me in the whole world. Nothing can compare. Nothing at all that I have right now, atleast... But Singing makes me happier than anything else has ever made me happy. words can't even describe how happy it makes me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-8137200013890525867?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/8137200013890525867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=8137200013890525867' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8137200013890525867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8137200013890525867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/01/thats-not-always-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-7214176983507034194</id><published>2007-01-03T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:37:41.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time setting my own New Year's resolution goals.</title><content type='html'>Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok! I will set my goals. Since everyone else seems to think that its a good idea, and have made a habbit of it. I guess I will. Although every time I have tried before, I have failed. I just guess that I am not that diligent in self discipline...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #1: Go on a first date.&lt;br /&gt;                  I just turned 16 this last year, so I would like to go on a date. Like a real one.&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #2: Actually perform in the Solo/Ensamble Festival.&lt;br /&gt;                      I hate to admit it, I'm scared to. If I did, it would be me singing. My dad says that   would get some where with it. Not just fail at District. I am still debating weather it is a real talent or not. As you can see, I don't know if the people telling me are telling me the truth. Do I have a good voice or not? is my dad biased? is he just saying that to make me feel good? do i have a terrible voice or not?&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #3:Be more diligent in my scripture study.&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #4: Talk with more people.&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #5: Laugh more. Gain a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #6: Smile more.&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #7: Study more for my tests. I get good grades, but I don't study as much as I should.&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #8: Make more friends. I have lots of sophmore friends, but I could use some friends in other grades. :D&lt;br /&gt;GOAL #9: Don't gain 10 more pounds this year. I gain about 10 pounds every school year, but I don't want to this year.  I like where I am, don't want to gain or loose.&lt;br /&gt;GOAL#10: Get over my fear when I have to sing. I always question my 'talent' (if thats what you call it) when someone or something asks me to sing for them. I love singing, but I have a hard time doing it to my best ability cause fear gets in the way. I don't know if its just me and my lack of self confidence or me being blind. Which is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are my goals for the year. :D see ya'll later.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-7214176983507034194?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/7214176983507034194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=7214176983507034194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/7214176983507034194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/7214176983507034194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-time-setting-my-own-new-years.html' title='My first time setting my own New Year&apos;s resolution goals.'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-8594148990588266220</id><published>2006-12-31T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:50:14.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;       Ya know, I didn't know that I needed a break that bad. I get so tired and stressed out from all of school, the tests, peer pressure (not that it does much to me), strange teachers, and I seem to be sleep deprived. :D Well with early morning seminary every morning, its hard to say no to being sleep deprived. Seminary is amazing. I love it. Couldn't live with out it.&lt;br /&gt;        SO yesterday was the Region dance. I only got to dance with two guys. One my cousin Scott, and two Dave. I asked them both. Nobody asked me, probably cause I was all over the place. It was a lot of fun. Nathan was setting off fire works with Dave and I was running around. I had my friends phone, we were playing keep away. He got two text messages and I didn't read them, but the surprised me a lot. I wasn't expecting the vibrations. He got his phone back, but I sprained my ankle. :D Not that it affected my dancing, but I wasn't doing so well when I had to put my heels back on. I don't usually walk well in heels. They suck! I like cute shoes, but I can't find any shoes my size that are flat. It's insane. I don't like being as tall as the really tall guys, but I do appreciate being tall.&lt;br /&gt;         My Christmas was great. I got lots of presents. Mostly Clothes. I got four new sweaters, a watch, socks (the very soft and fluffy kind), pajama pants, tank tops, makeup (its always nice to get the same stuff when you run out of the kind you like), and really cute earrings. As you can tell I am a typical teenage girl who likes the usual teenage girl stuff.&lt;br /&gt;         Music theory is going amazing. We're having fun doing the random things that we usually do. I am understanding things and they are making perfect sense. I love that class. And the people there are so fun to be around. And Doc is an amazing comedian. Which make every thing so much easier to be around.&lt;br /&gt;         Arrrrrrg! I am so ready for History to be over with. I am sick of it. I hate the class. Its boring, slow, teacher is annoying, stupid kids in the class are just... well stupid. I kinda get annoyed with stupid people. I mean the ones who ask the same question over and over and over. When the don't realize they do, or when they realize they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-8594148990588266220?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/8594148990588266220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=8594148990588266220' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8594148990588266220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/8594148990588266220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-6581454646509717168</id><published>2006-12-21T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:32:46.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another part of the list!</title><content type='html'>Ah, what number was I at? Meh who cares. I'll Just use random numbers....&lt;br /&gt;6- I have written 9 songs. Thing is, they're not on paper yet...&lt;br /&gt;88- I have taught myself to play alot of songs on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;35- I have played the piano for 9 years, but only took lessons for 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;57-I have two sisters and three brothers.&lt;br /&gt;192847- I am number 2 of 6.&lt;br /&gt;2319- I love little kids movies.&lt;br /&gt;45- I find T.V. boring. well most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come up with more later.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-6581454646509717168?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/6581454646509717168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=6581454646509717168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6581454646509717168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6581454646509717168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-part-of-list.html' title='Another part of the list!'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-2459948242401037317</id><published>2006-12-14T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:52:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayla and Things People don't know about me list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Awww! Here is more of Kayla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRWl_PkaI/AAAAAAAAABI/RGF--TVIS9c/s1600-h/100_2750.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008514446697402786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRWl_PkaI/AAAAAAAAABI/RGF--TVIS9c/s320/100_2750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This is Kayla waking up from a nap. Some times she chases the camera and tries to bite the camera. It is really funny cause it makes it hard to take pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRXF_PkbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CMvsnslhjSI/s1600-h/100_2775.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008514455287337394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRXF_PkbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CMvsnslhjSI/s320/100_2775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she gets bored or just sleepy, she will sigh a breath through her nose and put her head down. She sleeps a lot. She is still a puppy, and sleeps 9-11 hours in the day. But however at night, nope. No sleeping. She will be quiet as long as my sister and I are asleep in our room or downstairs with her. You see, our room is downstairs and she sleeps in the hall way, so she knows if we are in our room or not. And there is no sneaking past her. She hears everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRX1_PkcI/AAAAAAAAABY/5TjajqNx-N8/s1600-h/100_2758.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008514468172239298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRX1_PkcI/AAAAAAAAABY/5TjajqNx-N8/s320/100_2758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lot of the time she will see you and after saying hello she will lay down on your lap and fall asleep, either cuddled in between your legs or on the side of your legs. She follows me around all the time. Even when everyone is home, she follows me and I love it. My mom says that we need to get the younger kids to be kind and gentile like me with her. Daniel does this thing where he blows on her face, She doesn't like it all. So she growls and bites people. Daniel thinks her reactions at first are funny. But he is slowly learning to be nice to her and leave her alone. She has decided that she doesn't like her very much. Its sad... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRYV_PkdI/AAAAAAAAABg/loD6IRc2WzE/s1600-h/100_2752.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008514476762173906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRYV_PkdI/AAAAAAAAABg/loD6IRc2WzE/s320/100_2752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This is one of her staring at the camera moments. Most of the time she gets closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRY1_PkeI/AAAAAAAAABo/FCYXFaBXB7s/s1600-h/100_2770.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008514485352108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRY1_PkeI/AAAAAAAAABo/FCYXFaBXB7s/s320/100_2770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is her blanket that she loves to chew on. She will claim any blanket that she sees. She loves blankets, and will chew on them endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I haven't told you guys are my hobbies. I, well, love to sing, play the piano, read long books(they're soo much fun), play with my dog, go perform for strangers (usually singing), talk to people on the Internet, and a whole bunch of different stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided to tell you guys stuff that people never knew about me. Nothing bad, but the unusual stuff people don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I play the drums.&lt;br /&gt;2- I don't play the drums well.&lt;br /&gt;3- I really sing in the shower, Like pure opera, the kind of stuff I don't do in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;4- I love being teacher's pet.&lt;br /&gt;5-I can't sleep in socks, I am a wild sleeper and they don't stay on for long. Sometimes I find my socks up near my head in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;6- I love getting up in between the hours 5-6 in the morning, but hate getting up between 7- 12. I am strange that way.&lt;br /&gt;7- People only think that I can play cause I write my own music, But the truth is, I'm not as good as they think I am... or am I discrediting my self? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;8- I talk to my self. Out loud.&lt;br /&gt;9- I just barely figured out how rhythm works, and I have never counted with the music I play, so I would miss beats here and there. But I don't any more. I got it all covered.&lt;br /&gt;10- Nick thinks that I'm good at theory, but in real life, my brain has trouble even with connecting with the other half. Dumb right brain, too stubborn to talk to any other part of the left.&lt;br /&gt;11- People think that my favorite phrase is, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;12- My actual favorite phrase for the moment being is, "Whahoo!!" If you have ever heard me use it, you know why...&lt;br /&gt;13- I win the Burping contest at girls camp every year.&lt;br /&gt;14- I have a strange tendency to use duct tape for weird things, like at girls camp...&lt;br /&gt;15- I get weird awards at girls camp every year. Like Best use of Duct tape ever.&lt;br /&gt;16- My solution to every thing is Duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;17- I like coming up with weird facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now. I will Finnish the list later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&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/5466852720283802428-2459948242401037317?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/2459948242401037317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=2459948242401037317' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2459948242401037317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2459948242401037317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/12/kayla-and-things-people-dont-know-about.html' title='Kayla and Things People don&apos;t know about me list.'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYHRWl_PkaI/AAAAAAAAABI/RGF--TVIS9c/s72-c/100_2750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-1252981914438823560</id><published>2006-12-13T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:51:07.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayla's Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here is some of Kayla. She, as I have told you before, is about 3 and one half months old. I'll post some more later. Don't let the camer fool you, she has brown eyes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsQV_PkVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WLsTxxXyIX0/s1600-h/100_2746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008192182416281938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsQV_PkVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WLsTxxXyIX0/s320/100_2746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsQl_PkWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DhJ7WtS2E4E/s1600-h/100_2771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008192186711249250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsQl_PkWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DhJ7WtS2E4E/s320/100_2771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsRV_PkXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/98BCBrTEXH8/s1600-h/100_2754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008192199596151154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsRV_PkXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/98BCBrTEXH8/s320/100_2754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsR1_PkYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2-rzxShmOCk/s1600-h/100_2766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008192208186085762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsR1_PkYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2-rzxShmOCk/s320/100_2766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsSV_PkZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vUQ9U6U5xwU/s1600-h/100_2753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008192216776020370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsSV_PkZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vUQ9U6U5xwU/s320/100_2753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-1252981914438823560?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/1252981914438823560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=1252981914438823560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/1252981914438823560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/1252981914438823560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/12/kaylas-pictures.html' title='Kayla&apos;s Pictures'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_81OAqthXvx4/RYCsQV_PkVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WLsTxxXyIX0/s72-c/100_2746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-6564348812439247818</id><published>2006-12-12T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:06:34.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayla, Kayla, Kayla...</title><content type='html'>This puppy is a very funny puppy. I love her to death. She is so fun. K I will not lie to anyone, she can be a pain at night when she doesn't want to go to sleep, or when she chews up the pillow, or when she bites me, or when she pees on the carpet, or when she makes a mess of my bathroom leaving a devistating mess to clean up, or when she will moan because she doesn't like being alone at times, and when she whines about nobody playing with her. But none the less I love her so much. It is alot of fun to play with her. We just need to teach her what is ok and what is not, ie. bitting. So when it comes to training her, she has 8 different voices telling her something. If she does something one time, she gets told 'no', but when she does it again someone else says something different. So we are still getting it down on our part of being consistant. But for the most part she has learned alot so far. I mean we have only had her for what, a week and a half? I am working on a picture. My computer hates me and does not want to cooperate. But she is about 3 and a half months old and is the funniest puppy. She does some of the cutest things ever. I am told all the time that my affection for the puppy will wear off. I know it will eventually, it won't be like this forever.... But however, for now she is cute and will be cute for a while. So PLEASE spare me your comments on how awfull of a mut she will be.&lt;br /&gt;         SO the really cute things that she does like she will follow me around all the time. If I'm not moving any where, she will go sit in the living room and just sleep there. Another thing is she gets the hiccups. All the time. It is so funny cause she doesn't know what is going on and she will get this look of confusion all the time. Inbetween the intervals of hiccups she forgets that she has them and she just flips out when she finds that noise again.  I will have lots of stories to tell sooner or later...&lt;br /&gt;hahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-6564348812439247818?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/6564348812439247818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=6564348812439247818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6564348812439247818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6564348812439247818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/12/kayla-kayla-kayla.html' title='Kayla, Kayla, Kayla...'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-1934324066670706826</id><published>2006-12-01T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:11:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're getting a puppy! I am so excited! It's a black lab,  it is 3mons. old. I am so excited! We don't know what we are going to call it yet... any sugestions? But we get it tommarrow! He is really small, he is the 'runt of the litter'. But it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-1934324066670706826?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/1934324066670706826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=1934324066670706826' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/1934324066670706826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/1934324066670706826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/12/were-getting-puppy-i-am-so-excited-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-274822865249016358</id><published>2006-11-29T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:04:35.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K- so half my family is sick with the flu, not fun. Peter got it first, he's over it. But now my two other brothers have it along with my little sister. Not fun, but he haven't had manny messes to clean up. Thats been nice. But I hope that i don't get sick... that would suck!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-274822865249016358?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/274822865249016358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=274822865249016358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/274822865249016358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/274822865249016358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/11/k-so-half-my-family-is-sick-with-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-3475808064254445518</id><published>2006-11-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:30:06.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas music is amazing. I love to sing. That would happen to be another reason why people tell me to shut up, one of the main ones. But i absoulutly Love to burst out Singing in the &lt;em&gt;OPERA style. &lt;/em&gt;I could go pro with that. I love to belt every thing too. I guess you could say that I'm extreemly loud when I sing. Love it, but learning to sing quiet was a huge challenge. I love to sing. Can I say it any more? Singing is the love of my life. I absolutly love to sing with the raido, and dance and use the hair dryer brush and every thing.&lt;br /&gt;     One thing I have done forever and ever on is singing in the shower. My favorite growing up would be, PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. Belt it out as loud as i could get my voice to play. I love to sing any thing.&lt;br /&gt;    Jazz on the other hand is one of my favorites. I love to sing Jazz. I love to play it, sing it, listen to it, empervise with it. I love it so much. And scat is amazing. I love to scat. My dad says that i have always had a knack for jazz.  He's proably right.&lt;br /&gt;    Another one is broadway. I love to sing that too. I love all of the old broadway songs. They are so much fun to sing. I love them, especially the love songs. They are the best.&lt;br /&gt;    I also sing classical. I love to sing it, i think that it is my real specialty. I love to sing it, probly because it is the easiest.  But i can do more with my voice in that field of singing, than in any other field.&lt;br /&gt;   I have never had voice lessons before, but i am learning from people who have learned. I guess you could call them informal lessons.&lt;br /&gt;    Well good night.;D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-3475808064254445518?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/3475808064254445518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=3475808064254445518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/3475808064254445518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/3475808064254445518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-music-is-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-7822671725896334382</id><published>2006-11-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:52:51.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular day.</title><content type='html'>So today was another normal day! Nothin' much to talk about! Life is great! Ice cream is still just as good as ever! and talkin just as much as ever! Have just as much homework and less and less sleep! No stories to tell yet... but I will come out with some, sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-7822671725896334382?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/7822671725896334382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=7822671725896334382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/7822671725896334382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/7822671725896334382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/11/regular-day.html' title='Regular day.'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-2888707704016835708</id><published>2006-11-25T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:27:20.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last 3 seconds of the game. John Beck dodges 2 defnece, he throws cross body, cross field, and TOUCH DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;          If you didn't see the game, that pass should have made history! Look it up it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;GO BYU!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-2888707704016835708?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/2888707704016835708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=2888707704016835708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2888707704016835708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2888707704016835708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-3-seconds-of-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466852720283802428.post-6704714093023747502</id><published>2006-11-21T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:43:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people tell me to shut up?</title><content type='html'>In response to Spencers comment, people just think that I tend to talk too much. I guess it really depends on when you see me talking. Like at girls camp, well lets not go there. All you get to know about girls is that I will talk till 3:00 in the morning. And at sleepovers 5:00. Just depends on how worn out I am. Some times I just talk alot. Some times its me using really long sentences and just going on and on forever and ever not shutting up. Some times they're short sentences. Other times they are just whitty and funny. Some times I don't even talk at all. Just cause I am about to pee my pants from laughing my head off at something funny someone else has done, or me. I tend to do funny things.  Like one time my family and I were eating Cake and Ice cream together for someone's birthday and my sister was getting second helpings and I looked at her ice cream on her plate, and did with out thinking, grabbed it with my bare hands and put it on my plate. It was really funny to me because I was already cracking wise jokes all night and I was laughing hysterically already. It was funny! I loved it. The ice cream was really good too.&lt;br /&gt;I also think that people tell me to shut up cause I have to comment on every thing that  I am interested in.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-6704714093023747502?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/6704714093023747502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=6704714093023747502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6704714093023747502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/6704714093023747502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-people-tell-me-to-shut-up.html' title='Why do people tell me to shut up?'/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-2613390932478496316</id><published>2006-11-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:06:00.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another great day! it was amazing. I had lots of fun singing christmas music, talking to friends. well maybe today wasn't as great. but  i did alot of cool stuff. I get to get my drivers lisence soon. YOU won't have to worry though. I am a very safe driver. and a good one at that.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-2613390932478496316?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/2613390932478496316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=2613390932478496316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2613390932478496316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/2613390932478496316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-another-great-day-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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-5466852720283802428.post-7436232181129266214</id><published>2006-11-15T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:25:05.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a great day! I finally figured out how to get this blog working, sold alot of cookie dough for band tour! Wahoooo! I am so excited! I get to go to San Fransisco with the band! I stated to play the Alto sax today in band, usually I play the Piano, but I didn't really have music untill today! I got music for Once Upon a December that song is amazing. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah now you know why people tell me to shut-up! :P`~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466852720283802428-7436232181129266214?l=melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/feeds/7436232181129266214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466852720283802428&amp;postID=7436232181129266214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/7436232181129266214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466852720283802428/posts/default/7436232181129266214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissy-lissy-lou.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-great-day-i-finally-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>Meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10585076709116081202</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
