<?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-6188086</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:05:11.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melly's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>just a bunch of crap...thoughts..useless mess</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melly</name><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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188086.post-5018826544390224576</id><published>2009-05-30T20:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:50:11.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days it's harder to breathe than others. I live my life and love it. I couldn't ask for more. I have everything that I have ever wanted. Then there are those times that it's hard to remember how great I really have it. Once in awhile, I come across a passage in a novel, or a song on the radio, or a scene in a movie that reminds me. I feel my heart stop for an instant. I have to remember to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5018826544390224576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=5018826544390224576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/5018826544390224576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/5018826544390224576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-days-its-harder-to-breathe-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-5632397984693931922</id><published>2008-11-25T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:58:52.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are some emails that I start to hit send and stop myself. Email addresses are so easy to find. Should I be nice or condecending? How about direct and threatening? Does either of these accomplish my initial goal? A friend told me today that he would set up a website that I could post phone records, copies of emails and texts....even videos and music. In that case, I wouldnt have to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5632397984693931922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=5632397984693931922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/5632397984693931922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/5632397984693931922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-are-some-emails-that-i-start-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-8213465706505079061</id><published>2008-04-09T19:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:19:12.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow!!!! Almost a year since my last post. Lots has changed. If you are reading this as only my close friends could, then you know the changes.So, lets start with a quote from a not so well known author:Life can lead you down many paths, some with twists and turns. Others are straight, but narrow. It's not the path you take that makes any difference in the outcome. It's who you take with you down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8213465706505079061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=8213465706505079061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/8213465706505079061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/8213465706505079061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-almost-year-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-6796791573602081724</id><published>2007-05-08T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:50:49.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love that song. I think it's my new favorite. Today I was so happy. Small things like holding the elevator door for someone who smiles and says thank you makes life...well ...life. All day, my eyes bright and happy. My walk, faster and more sure...then...the letter.I knew...somehow I was sitting...waiting. Life is never that good for me for too long. Why should this day be any different. Dont </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6796791573602081724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=6796791573602081724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/6796791573602081724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/6796791573602081724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-that-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-4866534213984100669</id><published>2007-05-08T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:35:06.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What if you Could wish me awayWhat if you Spoke those words todayI wonder if you'd miss meWhen I'm goneIt's come to this, release meI'll leave before the dawnBut for tonight I'll stay here with youYes, for tonight I'll lay here with youBut when the sun Hits your eyesThrough your windowThere'll be nothing you can doWhat if youCould hear this songWhat if I Felt like I belongI might not be leavingOh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4866534213984100669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=4866534213984100669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/4866534213984100669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/4866534213984100669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-if-you-could-wish-me-away-what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-5083614532407428912</id><published>2007-04-22T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:57:36.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now and ForeverFor AlynYou found me when I was lostI thought never to find my wayYou were the light that lit my pathTo show me a new dayDiscovering my smile in the darknessMending my heart with loveYou lifted my soul to new heightsAccepting my gift from aboveWhen the thought of you brightened my dayI knew that we should be togetherOur lives merged so naturallyAs they shall …now and forever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5083614532407428912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=5083614532407428912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/5083614532407428912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/5083614532407428912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-and-forever-for-alyn-you-found-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-7128578394128565155</id><published>2007-04-22T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:35:59.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life implosion leaves you drained, unable to speak or lift your arms to the sky. It makes you feel gray, as if you are not real, simply partially existant. Sleep seems to be a welcomed aphrodesiac enveloping your brain, easing the pull of the world' s gravity of life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7128578394128565155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=7128578394128565155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/7128578394128565155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/7128578394128565155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-implosion-leaves-you-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-5238887607721623427</id><published>2006-12-31T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T11:42:05.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few more hours until the new year. No plans tonight...Alyn is working and I have the kids so I think that the kids and I will all snuggle on the couch and watch movies till the new year rolls in. I dont think that's such a bad way to start the year. We will make cookies and popcorn and watch the Harry Potter series....again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5238887607721623427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=5238887607721623427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/5238887607721623427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/5238887607721623427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/12/few-more-hours-until-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-2368717686654360339</id><published>2006-12-21T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:17:49.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I havent posted in quite awile because life has really thrown me for a loop! I have been so busy. I would much rather post here than myspace so that only a select few can read. If you are even aware that this journal exists, then you are a special part of my life not shared with many others. So ...muah!Anyway...I kept thinking of an interesting word today. For some reason it just kept popping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/2368717686654360339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=2368717686654360339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/2368717686654360339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/2368717686654360339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-havent-posted-in-quite-awile-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-115956925158526000</id><published>2006-09-29T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:34:11.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115956925158526000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=115956925158526000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/115956925158526000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/115956925158526000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/09/people-with-courage-and-character.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-115587078540824219</id><published>2006-08-17T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:13:05.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a difference between a lie and omission of the truth. I didnt used to think so...but there is. I guess if I were on the other end of the omission I would still believe the same.  Im not obviously...so here I am.I keep thinking that some day, my life will steer onto a track that was meant for me. Im not sure what I was waiting for. Maybe...this is what my life was meant for. ...one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115587078540824219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=115587078540824219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/115587078540824219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/115587078540824219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-is-difference-between-lie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-115371699279247019</id><published>2006-07-23T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:56:46.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's final. I named my puppy Karma...just so I could say Karma's gonna bite you in the ass one day!But seriously, Karma is a bitch. Metaphorically and not metaphorically speaking.Life has a way of coming around full circle. I should know...I've had my share.In fact...this year...I think I've had more than my share."Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115371699279247019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=115371699279247019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/115371699279247019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/115371699279247019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-its-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-115025478761562481</id><published>2006-06-13T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:23:32.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So first of all who the hell are you yelling at? Funny you should ask...Let me tell you who the hell I'm yelling at....I'm yelling at you because you just happen to be on the phone with me when I realized that I was a complete idiot for ever thinking that I could win at scrabble against you. So there. I will start learning new and interesting words that I can use against you so that I can kick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/115025478761562481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=115025478761562481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/115025478761562481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/115025478761562481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-first-of-all-who-hell-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114945090470441940</id><published>2006-06-04T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:55:04.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.”A friend sent me a text today. It read:  "Remember Aerosmith..not Jamaica"Love in an elevator baby!Today I shall file away as a good day in hopes that it will erase this day last year.Happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114945090470441940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114945090470441940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114945090470441940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114945090470441940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-not-events-have-power-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114558367925462813</id><published>2006-04-20T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:41:19.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOON"the chooser, the romantic"You are gifted in turning difficult situations into positive events. You are a romantic you doesnt wish to be decieved or deluded by others-- you have little tolerance for self-deception or -illusion. You are often placed in a position where you must make a choice between two very different things (this is represented by all the different pairs depicted on the card)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114558367925462813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114558367925462813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114558367925462813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114558367925462813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/04/moonthe-chooser-romantic-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114558323400627575</id><published>2006-04-20T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:33:54.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's revisit and old post...."We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered." -Tom Stoppard"abiertos sus ojos"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114558323400627575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114558323400627575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114558323400627575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114558323400627575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-revisit-and-old-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114558277838669539</id><published>2006-04-20T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:26:50.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went shopping today and once again bought nothing for myself. I sat here tonight thinking about that and comparing it to mistakes I have made. When I constantly give and give expecting nothing in return ...that's exactly what I got. Funny..I was always taught that life was about giving and not about receiving, but that's only half true. Obviously there comes a point where you must cut your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114558277838669539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114558277838669539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114558277838669539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114558277838669539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-went-shopping-today-and-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114461749133828066</id><published>2006-04-09T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:18:23.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had so much fun this weekend. Friday I went out to eat at Outback, shot pool at Yesterday's and then met up with Sherri and some of the BFD guys at the Canyon. I actually forgot how much I love to dance.Saturday Mindy, Chris and I went to the bluebonnet festival. Of course I spent way too much money. I saw Monica at the festival. She was updating me on her life. Nathan is now working as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114461749133828066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114461749133828066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114461749133828066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114461749133828066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-so-much-fun-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114437460867172368</id><published>2006-04-06T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:50:08.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a great day. I have so many supportive friends.  I thank God (not Jason) for my friends.Life is getting brighter and brighter with every step I take toward the door. Why could I not see that the sun doesnt shine through walls?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114437460867172368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114437460867172368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114437460867172368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114437460867172368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-was-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114385412462587703</id><published>2006-03-31T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:15:24.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revisiting the past is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it's just what you need to move on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114385412462587703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114385412462587703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114385412462587703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114385412462587703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/03/revisiting-past-is-not-always-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114368235978775640</id><published>2006-03-29T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:32:39.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I spent all day teaching a trauma class. My day off and I have to spend it talking about work. Oh well...Maybe my vast wisdom will influence the practice of nurses to better save lives. Yeah..ok.I went to work out this afternoon at Gold's and got hit on by a woman. I politley told her that "I'm sorry I'm married." (well not for long) I wonder....if it were a cute guy...would I have responded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114368235978775640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114368235978775640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114368235978775640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114368235978775640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-spent-all-day-teaching-trauma.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114325431402382397</id><published>2006-03-24T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:38:34.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went shopping today, took the kids to Chuckie Cheese..not much else. I just try to avoid staying at home too much. My goal this weekend is to take care of getting some things out of this house that no longer belong. I'll start with the pictures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114325431402382397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114325431402382397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114325431402382397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114325431402382397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-shopping-today-took-kids-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114321162285159944</id><published>2006-03-24T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:47:02.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A good friend told me yesterday that "life is kind to those who love it, not to those who take advantage of it. You are a nurse and love life, otherwise you wouldn't work so hard to save it. He is an asshole who takes advantage of life. He has no respect for life. He will not be treated kindly. His life will take a turn for the worst. It's happened before to those who have wronged you. It will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114321162285159944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114321162285159944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114321162285159944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114321162285159944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-friend-told-me-yesterday-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114300696427444138</id><published>2006-03-21T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:56:04.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day.  Work was steady, but actually fun. I am now enrolled in the Critical Care Course and loving it!It' s nice to have friends that are so caring and supportive. My friends are the greatest. I thank you Lacey, Melody, Lisa, Mindy, Chris, Brandy, Robert, Susan, Jason, Angela, Richard, Fran, Debbie, Lara, and Dr Daftarian. Your love and support have been my rock to higher ground. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114300696427444138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114300696427444138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114300696427444138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114300696427444138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-114290968740628576</id><published>2006-03-20T20:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:54:47.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After AwhileAfter awhile you learn the subtle differenceBetween holding a hand and chaining a soul.And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaningAnd company doesn’t mean security.And you begin to learnThat kisses aren’t contractsAnd presents aren’t promisesAnd you begin to acceptYour defeats, with your held up and your eyes openWith the grace of an adultNot the grief of a child.And you learn to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/114290968740628576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=114290968740628576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114290968740628576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/114290968740628576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-awhile-after-awhile-you-learn_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-113228082344100669</id><published>2005-11-17T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:27:03.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting here drinking my appletinis..waiting...for what I have no idea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/113228082344100669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=113228082344100669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113228082344100669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113228082344100669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/11/sitting-here-drinking-my-appletinis.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-113225037460774210</id><published>2005-11-17T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:59:34.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Havent been able to sleep the past couple of nights. There's been so much on my mind.Have you ever noticed how life goes in a circle? You are moving along...day to day...minding your own business....then wham you have a span of time where you are constantly running into your past. You can try to ignore it, but ther more you do, the more you see of it. I think maybe it's life way of telling me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/113225037460774210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=113225037460774210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113225037460774210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113225037460774210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/11/havent-been-able-to-sleep-past-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-113217825224750063</id><published>2005-11-16T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:57:32.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My son had an amazing game last night. It was their championship soccer tournament. The game went into overtime and then to a kick-off. Great game guys! Tris-I am so proud of you.  Congratulations Tristan on winning your Championship Soccer game!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/113217825224750063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=113217825224750063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113217825224750063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113217825224750063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-son-had-amazing-game-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-113214927380928328</id><published>2005-11-16T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:54:33.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change is a good thing. It's usually resisted by most, but necessary none the less. If the world stayed as it was 100...even 30 years ago we would all be ...well..I guess we would all be stoners. Nevermind....the point was evidently not made.Yes, I survived my 30th birthday. I tried to hide from the world, but somehow my dear husband, who thinks he is funny, would not let me. One of the fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/113214927380928328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=113214927380928328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113214927380928328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113214927380928328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/11/change-is-good-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-113018192649969881</id><published>2005-10-24T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:25:26.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I inujured my leg Friday. I was helping at the firefield and fell off a ledge. Oh, and it was the most ungraceful thing that I think I have ever done. Right infront of half the Texas Task Force. Leave it to me to do something stupid like that while trying to help somone earn extra credit. Darrall, you owe me big!Buzzfest was awesome! Of course my favorite was Nickelback..Seether did pretty well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/113018192649969881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=113018192649969881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113018192649969881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/113018192649969881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-inujured-my-leg-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-112985890995230761</id><published>2005-10-20T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:41:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, So it's been a couple of months since my last post. What can I say? I've been busy. Josh and I have tickets to Buzzfest Satuday.  I actually bought the tickets several months ago, but today (only 2 days before the event) I get an email stating:"The Astros are going to the World Series, Buzzfest has been moved to the Woodlands"Ok...well the punch line is that our tickets---they were void. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/112985890995230761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=112985890995230761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/112985890995230761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/112985890995230761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-so-its-been-couple-of-months-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-112079616609096289</id><published>2005-07-07T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:16:06.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been so busy lately that I havent really had time to post. So here.I happen to feel that the degree of a person's intelligence is directly reflected by the number of conflicting attitudes she can bring to bear on the same topic.Lisa Alther, Kinflicks, 1975</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/112079616609096289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=112079616609096289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/112079616609096289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/112079616609096289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-been-so-busy-lately-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-111975210930549497</id><published>2005-06-25T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:15:09.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaica Wedding</title><summary type='text'>     Jamaica Wedding    Originally uploaded by ertxrn. Josh and I had so much fun in Jamaica! It was the perfect place for our wedding. The weather was great, the people were wonderful, and the location was beautiful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/111975210930549497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=111975210930549497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/111975210930549497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/111975210930549497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/06/jamaica-wedding.html' title='Jamaica Wedding'/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-111975191734347548</id><published>2005-06-25T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:11:57.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaica sunset</title><summary type='text'>     Jamaica sunset    Originally uploaded by ertxrn. This is a beautiful picture I took in Jamaica. The view was perfect from our balcony in the hotel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/111975191734347548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=111975191734347548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/111975191734347548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/111975191734347548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/06/jamaica-sunset.html' title='Jamaica sunset'/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-111534593241366865</id><published>2005-05-05T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:18:52.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's been awhile since I posted last. I am getting married on June 4th on the beach in Jamaica. I am so excited! It's going to be so beautiful. Josh and I have everything planned and ready for the big day. We sent out flip-flop announcements to family and friends. The stamp had one of our b/w engagement pics on it.I have had people ask me how he puts up with me. However insulting that may be..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/111534593241366865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=111534593241366865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/111534593241366865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/111534593241366865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-its-been-awhile-since-i-posted-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-110541931730249781</id><published>2005-01-10T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:55:17.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I try really hard to avoid early burnout from the ER. It's been more than 4 years now...as an ER nurse. Everyday is becoming more and more challenging. My New Year's resolution was to be nice. Sounds simple enough. right? Well....then tell me.... Why was it that everyone who asked me what my resolution was started laughing when I told them? I know that isnt because it sounds funny. Its because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/110541931730249781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=110541931730249781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/110541931730249781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/110541931730249781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-try-really-hard-to-avoid-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-110272702167459006</id><published>2004-12-10T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T19:10:59.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight we shall go to the place where it started. To the place that the limes werent so sour. It's Josh's work Christmas party tonight. Since my last post there has been many changes. We became engaged in September (dont as me the date...I'm terrible with things like that). Our life has been very blessed.Ok...so I could actually say a multitude of things if it werent for the drinks he keeps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/110272702167459006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=110272702167459006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/110272702167459006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/110272702167459006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/12/tonight-we-shall-go-to-place-where-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-109416831128840268</id><published>2004-09-02T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T18:38:31.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know...I haven't posted in awhile...I've been pretty happy. Lately I keep feeling like it's all an illusion. I keep having the feeling like I'm being lied to. Of course I dont want to believe it. I want to believe that everything is fine and my imagination and past issues are getting the best of me. Then...bam! I catch someone in a lie....and lying about that lie....and lying about both lies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/109416831128840268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=109416831128840268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/109416831128840268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/109416831128840268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-108553895525135706</id><published>2004-05-25T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:35:55.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lacy's Graduation dinner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/108553895525135706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=108553895525135706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108553895525135706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108553895525135706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/05/lacys-graduation-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-108553883680699884</id><published>2004-05-25T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:33:56.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Josh and Melanie at Messina Hoff Winery </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/108553883680699884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=108553883680699884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108553883680699884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108553883680699884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/05/josh-and-melanie-at-messina-hoff.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-108338553724934876</id><published>2004-04-30T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T23:29:56.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Josh and I got a new puppy today. She is a minature black schnauzer named Kahlua. She is so cute. Today was my first day in Cath Lab. I must admit it was lots of fun. There are always drug reps bringing breakfast and lunch. Everyone is nice and happy (as long as the cardiologists stay happy). One of the docs even bought us marble slab ice cream. Damn its nice to be appreciated. The ER never gets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/108338553724934876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=108338553724934876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108338553724934876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108338553724934876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/04/josh-and-i-got-new-puppy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-108311763570262131</id><published>2004-04-27T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T21:04:50.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuscany....Josh bought me two books about Tuscany. Its such a beautiful place. I could look at those pictures forever. I guess thats why I have so many Tuscan Countryside paintings in my house. One day we will go there, and just maybe not return. They need nurses there too right?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/108311763570262131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=108311763570262131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108311763570262131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108311763570262131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/04/tuscany.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-108278081220595397</id><published>2004-04-23T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T23:31:01.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a damn shame that hind sight is 20/20. Should have thought of all that before you decided to be a dumbass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/108278081220595397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=108278081220595397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108278081220595397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108278081220595397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-damn-shame-that-hind-sight-is-2020.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-108251975083176933</id><published>2004-04-20T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:59:55.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brenda and Sam came by tonight for awhile.  We planned our Margarita Night for Thursday night.  I'm off Friday and Josh took off Thur night so that he can make his margaritas for everyone. ok...so I was a little more rude to someone than I should have been. So? Is that different than any other day of the week? And...I think....that ....a defense by someone who "so obviously" cant stand this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/108251975083176933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=108251975083176933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108251975083176933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108251975083176933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/04/brenda-and-sam-came-by-tonight-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-108139173792697216</id><published>2004-04-07T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:39:25.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...now that things have cooled down some...I think I'll begin writing in my journal again. I never understood why someone would take the time to read my journal if they were only going to post hateful messages to me. AnywayJosh and I went to the Prince concert this past weekend. It was absolutely amazing! I had an interesting weekend in Dallas to say the least. Maybe I'll elaborate on it at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/108139173792697216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=108139173792697216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108139173792697216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/108139173792697216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107958770375046806</id><published>2004-03-17T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T23:31:42.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congrats to Adam who is finally coming out of the closet!!!!jadams951 (11:15:25 PM): You know what I'm starting to think maybe josh is right...maybe I am gayAnyone have a good job that can support him?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107958770375046806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107958770375046806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107958770375046806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107958770375046806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/03/congrats-to-adam-who-is-finally-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107958128577086420</id><published>2004-03-17T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T21:44:44.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day!Went to Carney's Pub and Chicken Oil tonight w/ Melody. We had a good time hanging out with friends and having a few green beers. It was nice to just sit and chill with friends for awhile. What is up with you guys? You know who I'm talking about. Geez...let it go already. Not worth it...trust me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107958128577086420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107958128577086420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107958128577086420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107958128577086420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/03/happy-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107940438330869335</id><published>2004-03-15T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:36:18.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will prevail...air hockey sucks anyway...so what you beat me a few measly games? I can still kick your ass racing! Yeah I did! Oh yeah! I am the racing master!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107940438330869335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107940438330869335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107940438330869335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107940438330869335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-will-prevail.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107897277621513629</id><published>2004-03-10T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T20:42:44.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the last day of my 7 in a row at work. Damn am I tired. Tomorrow I have so much to do. The kids' birthday party is Sunday so I have to go shopping. I dont know what I would do without Josh. He really keeps me sane. Wonderful stress relief.It's funny how karma will always come around full circle. Being hateful to someone will always come back to bite you in the ass. I guess in the last</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107897277621513629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107897277621513629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107897277621513629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107897277621513629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-last-day-of-my-7-in-row-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107825719386829658</id><published>2004-03-02T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T13:56:11.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't posted much in awhile, but I have been very busy with life...happy with life. For the first time, I can actually say I am happy. Apparently it shows because friends at work are constantly making comments about how different I seem and how I beam when the afternoon rolls around and it's time for Josh to come to work. It took me some time to realize what it was that I felt when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107825719386829658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107825719386829658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107825719386829658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107825719386829658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-know-i-havent-posted-much-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107808747045391906</id><published>2004-02-29T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T14:47:25.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother came into town this weekend. It was nice to spend time with him. Of course my favorite nephew was with him. Ben is 3 yrs old and twice the size of my 5 year old. He was playing with my brother and punched the hell out of him. It was a solid punch that took my brother by surprise. Hmmmm....guess my brother will get his for being an ass growing up.K...well...Josh is telling me lunch is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107808747045391906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107808747045391906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107808747045391906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107808747045391906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-brother-came-into-town-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107699271291479057</id><published>2004-02-16T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:41:10.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>66.142.130.128 US UNITED STATES  TEXAS HOUSTON PPPOX RBACK.HSTNTX whoever you are...stop leaving me hateful messages</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107699271291479057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107699271291479057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107699271291479057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107699271291479057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/02/66.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107699198413116948</id><published>2004-02-16T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:29:01.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Josh and I got back from New Orleans last night. It was so much fun. Really nice to be able to get away from everything for a full weekend. Unfortunately life didn't disappear while we were gone...strange.Who the hell keeps leaving angry little posts for me? If ya don't like me, then stop reading my journal!!!!! Freak!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107699198413116948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107699198413116948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107699198413116948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107699198413116948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/02/josh-and-i-got-back-from-new-orleans.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107655684375938656</id><published>2004-02-11T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:36:34.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trust is something that has to be earned. It is not a God given right to anyone...no matter how much you love them.  When opportunities present themselves, it's for a reason. Things in life don't just happen...I believe in fate. I believe that situations occur in our lives to open our eyes. .....abiertos mis ojos. When fate keeps tossing you doubt...it's for a reason. I keep trying to ignore my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107655684375938656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107655684375938656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107655684375938656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107655684375938656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/02/trust-is-something-that-has-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107603517603287204</id><published>2004-02-05T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:41:58.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you find yourself standing at a crossroad in life...Unsure of which direction to take. It's never as simple as two roads...it's more like twenty different directions. Each direction takes us into a new facet of life. There's not really a correct choice...that's what is so difficult about it. One road you take may lead you to medical school and a comfortable life....another road may lead</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107603517603287204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107603517603287204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107603517603287204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107603517603287204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/02/sometimes-you-find-yourself-standing.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107586960900639589</id><published>2004-02-03T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:42:28.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent the day cleaning house...not very exciting, but productive. I'm hoping to get more done tomorrow before I start my six twelves in a row again. It's been nice getting to sleep in on my days off. Well...off to take a shower before someone gets home.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107586960900639589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107586960900639589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107586960900639589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107586960900639589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-spent-day-cleaning-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107578369948689808</id><published>2004-02-02T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:00:00.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading a friend's journal entry about his spill on community service. The whole thing is basically him bitching about how few people do anything to help out the community.  Here is the link:Shinmas journalSo my question is...what exactly do you do Shinma? When is the last time you took time out of your busy schedule to help the world? I volunteer for several organizations and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107578369948689808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107578369948689808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107578369948689808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107578369948689808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-just-finished-reading-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107565955877124055</id><published>2004-02-01T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T12:21:35.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so I got my tongue pierced...can hardly eat anything. The actual piercing didn't hurt...just the aftermath. We also got another snake. Albino corn snake...named Aphrodite. Still haven't decided on a name for the rosy boa yet. Need to go buy some mice for feeding day....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107565955877124055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107565955877124055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107565955877124055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107565955877124055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/02/yeah-so-i-got-my-tongue-pierced.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107534249310813708</id><published>2004-01-28T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T20:17:04.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was so freaking busy! Although I have a meeting in the morning I'm off till Monday....yea! Not really sure what I will do this weekend...spend it with someone special no doubt. So Mitra, Melody, Angela, Lisa and I are starting a belly dancing class in a few weeks. Fun Fun!!! It's a girl bonding thing. We are also planning a Cozumel cruise in April. That's going to be a blast.Ok...this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107534249310813708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107534249310813708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107534249310813708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107534249310813708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/today-was-so-freaking-busy-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107492128840841496</id><published>2004-01-23T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T23:16:53.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was good. It was busy in the ER. We were on Critical Care divert for part of the day. Not that it mattered...we took all of the patients anyway. Went to dinner with Sherri and Amy tonight. Sitting there eating my enchiladas when I got a text message that made me nearly aspirate my dinner. Sherri and Amy thought it was quite nice. Took me a minute to catch my breath."All paid jobs absorb </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107492128840841496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107492128840841496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107492128840841496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107492128840841496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/today-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107483093425801595</id><published>2004-01-22T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:10:57.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep seems to be the best alternative for life. It allows us to dream whatever we want....To control our destinies for a few hours. To pretend that the world does not hold those who seem to exist only to try and destroy our happiness.We bought a Rosy Boa yesterday. Still have not named it. Got any good ideas...feel free to let me know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107483093425801595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107483093425801595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107483093425801595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107483093425801595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/sleep-seems-to-be-best-alternative-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107465892806398892</id><published>2004-01-20T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:00:10.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." -Carl JungIt's a funny thing when the mere thought of someone makes your heart race and breathing become shallow. It's like that fleeting moment when you race over a hill and feel your heart move and lose your breath. It's an even greater thing when that feeling has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107465892806398892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107465892806398892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107465892806398892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107465892806398892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/meeting-of-two-personalities-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107438272138519806</id><published>2004-01-17T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T17:40:37.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was absolute hell! Seven eight year old boys screaming and fighting...staying up until 5am. What was I thinking allowing Tristan to invite that many friends over for his birthday. Makes me cherish my little girl. These boys were monsters.The rest of my day was spent in my Jeep mudding on the backroads...Something to distract my mind...something relaxing. One thing that is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107438272138519806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107438272138519806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107438272138519806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107438272138519806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/last-night-was-absolute-hell-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107404815113740300</id><published>2004-01-13T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T20:44:21.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge." -Scott AdamsThose who are too chicken-shit to reveal their name when talking shit really shouldn't be so scared.  Afterall ...you are trying to hide behind an IP address...Go ahead...I think it's sad that you can't face me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107404815113740300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107404815113740300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107404815113740300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107404815113740300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/nothing-inspires-forgiveness-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107396266113296622</id><published>2004-01-12T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T20:58:01.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just so you all know...I trace IP addresses of those who leave undesirable comments.I have sent a little email to the person that posted fighting words.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107396266113296622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107396266113296622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107396266113296622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107396266113296622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/just-so-you-all-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107395640860095683</id><published>2004-01-12T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:13:49.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes people are unable to let go of what they no longer possess. They hold on to it tighter so that it will not leave. What they do not understand is that the tighter they hold onto something, the less they have it. They slowly squeeze the breath out of life until there is only a shell left of what they once loved. Two more days of my 6 in a row...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107395640860095683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107395640860095683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107395640860095683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107395640860095683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/sometimes-people-are-unable-to-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107370407997331980</id><published>2004-01-09T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T21:08:20.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...whoever keeps leaving comments on here needs to at least put a first name...I don't know who the hell you are and it's rude to comment without introductions.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107370407997331980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107370407997331980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107370407997331980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107370407997331980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107370383005844415</id><published>2004-01-09T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T21:04:10.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the first shift of my six- twelves in a row. Not bad considering I only got 2 hours of sleep...(been happening alot lately). My day was ok. I worked the trauma rooms today and luckily nothing big came in. Just lots of sick people. Around 2:30pm my day always gets so much better....Weird. Must be a time zone thing.Matt did piss me off today with the whole "Demi Moore/Ashton Kutcher" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107370383005844415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107370383005844415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107370383005844415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107370383005844415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/today-was-first-shift-of-my-six.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107361352626348918</id><published>2004-01-08T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:37:34.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something about a man in an orange jumpsuit...heheheOk...I'll be goodSo my night didn't go as planned. Turned out better once 5:30 am rolled around. Sometimes I feel like I am REALLY bad luck for certain people. I know...I know...the choices we make...yeah, yeah. Ok...for MR. "who else asks such things": Our little discussion on this subject~~~"The only thing wrong with immortality </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107361352626348918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107361352626348918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107361352626348918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107361352626348918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/theres-something-about-man-in-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107353405223208064</id><published>2004-01-07T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T21:54:32.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the comments about my previous post...The little exerpt was not written for anything that I am currently dealing with. It was written for someone else who knows who he is. A little advice to help him with an issue at hand. What's with the: "who is it now?" Comment...what the hell is that susposed to mean?Whatever...My appointment with my lawyer today went well. She gave me some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107353405223208064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107353405223208064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107353405223208064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107353405223208064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/for-comments-about-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107344225750888879</id><published>2004-01-06T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:24:37.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never forget what a man says to you when he is angry. Anger is like a key to open up the door of restraint. It allows those hidden thoughts to be released.  Anger is not always a bad thing...in moderation...as all else. It frees us from the bonds of denial. Someone once told me that an angry man is an honest man. I believe that. When someone tries to hurt you by doing things that they perceive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107344225750888879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107344225750888879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107344225750888879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107344225750888879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/never-forget-what-man-says-to-you-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107310025847035120</id><published>2004-01-02T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T21:24:36.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The person this post is for will soon find out what a bitch I CAN be. What balls you have to talk shit behind my back. Did you really think I would never find out? Come on...got something say? Lets hear it. Say it to my face so I can respond. Don't try to post it to some freak gun craze website and try to win sympathy from a bunch of losers. Well just so happens a friend of mine sent me the link</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107310025847035120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107310025847035120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107310025847035120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107310025847035120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/person-this-post-is-for-will-soon-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107302898610032729</id><published>2004-01-02T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T01:36:44.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What can I say...this year will definitely be different. I was awaken by the sounds of angry people banging on my doors. Apparently I slept way too long, missed work and everyone thought I was lying on the side of the road dead. Nice to know people care. Had fun in Austin for New Years...it was nice to get away from this place for awhile. We spent the majority of our time at The Aquarium on 6th</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107302898610032729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107302898610032729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107302898610032729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107302898610032729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107284294588937163</id><published>2003-12-30T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:56:03.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My heart was so sad today, I couldn't eat anything for lunch...I need to stop listening to all of the drama that people keep throwing my way. Why should I have to deal with some bullshit from a f****ng **** (bleep). So my day wasn't so bad...I set up my friend Kristi with an....old friend....Brian.  He's really nice and they think each other's pictures are cute. We will see how things go. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107284294588937163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107284294588937163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107284294588937163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107284294588937163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-heart-was-so-sad-today-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107275342629428597</id><published>2003-12-29T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:04:03.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My soul was emptyMy heart was coldwith each passing yearMy life grew oldI no longer lookedfor someone to loveI closed my eyesto all aboveThen one momentMy vision clearedI looked upon your faceand saw what I fearedYour eyes saw through meThey saw what I would hideMy vulnerable heartwith you by my sideI took a chanceto open the doorMy soul was foundand now will soar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107275342629428597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107275342629428597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107275342629428597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107275342629428597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-soul-was-empty-my-heart-was-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107267201814672419</id><published>2003-12-28T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:27:15.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"wake up the dawn and ask her why the dreamer never dies"I've slept very little in this past week. It's funny how lack of sleep can bring clarity of mind. I have begun to notice the insignificant things more only to realize they are not insignificant at all. The light that shines beneath the door is not a light at all...it's more of a glow of a glimpse into the oblivion.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107267201814672419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107267201814672419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107267201814672419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107267201814672419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/wake-up-dawn-and-ask-her-why-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107249305043532876</id><published>2003-12-26T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T20:44:26.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got a call this morning at 2:00am from the county jail. Jason got arrested for DWI. I know he wasn't thinking I was going to bail out his dumbass. Other than that..my Christmas turned out to be beautiful. I got to spend time with the people I care about the most; as well as watch my kids' big, bright eyes as they opened each gift. I was going to write more but since someone kept me up all night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107249305043532876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107249305043532876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107249305043532876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107249305043532876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/got-call-this-morning-at-200am-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107231585378858408</id><published>2003-12-24T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T19:31:09.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone!!! I hope you all have a great holiday. Remember to drive safely....I'll be working this weekend and I don't need any more patients."The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107231585378858408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107231585378858408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107231585378858408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107231585378858408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/merry-christmas-everyone-i-hope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107206237447432923</id><published>2003-12-21T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T21:06:29.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw a kickass movie today...LOTR: Return of the King....really long but was so worth my time in more than one way."Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved." -William Jennings BryanIt's funny how a person can see things in different lights in different circumstances. When the light changes ever so slightly, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107206237447432923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107206237447432923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107206237447432923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107206237447432923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/saw-kickass-movie-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107197706587556372</id><published>2003-12-20T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T21:24:40.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...so this weekend was a little strange. I will have Christmas party pictures posted on my website soon. "He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare,And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere."-Ali ibn-Abi-Talib "The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word 'crisis.' One brush stroke stands for danger; the other for opportunity. In a crisis, be aware of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107197706587556372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107197706587556372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107197706587556372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107197706587556372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107189289894771623</id><published>2003-12-19T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T22:01:53.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change has a considerable psychological impact on the human mind. To the fearful it is threatening because it means that things may get worse. To the hopeful it is encouraging because things may get better. To the confident it is inspiring because the challenge exists to make things better. -King Whitney Jr.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107189289894771623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107189289894771623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107189289894771623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107189289894771623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/change-has-considerable-psychological.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107170973335685848</id><published>2003-12-17T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T19:09:07.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took my last final----Statistics...whewww! I only missed two questions and they were bullshit questions. Who cares...it's over!!! YEAH!So ...had a long talk with Raquel today about a dilema I've been facing. The girl is wise beyond her years... I think. Kinda opened my eyes to some of the things that I wasn't seeing. Sometimes when you are in a situation, you can't see the whole picture, just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107170973335685848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107170973335685848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107170973335685848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107170973335685848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-took-my-last-final-statistics.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107154172049488795</id><published>2003-12-15T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:30:00.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...a friend of mine had this link to a test on his journal...so here are my results:STAR"self-confident, self-esteem"You have a feeling and sense of self-worth.  Yougain fame for demonstration of your abilitiesin two very different areas.  You are giftedwhen it comes to intuition, perception, andprecognition.  The head of the figure on thecard looks to the inner star for guidance andsupport</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107154172049488795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107154172049488795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107154172049488795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107154172049488795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/ok_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107152799740103724</id><published>2003-12-15T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T16:40:10.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day. I went shopping for the last of the kids' Christmas presents, saw a few friends in the process, spoke with my lawyer, and studied a little. I can't wait until Thursday ...It's our ER Christmas party and Adam requested off so he could attend. So once again I have a designated driver...Oh yeah!And for the little IM  I got this morning...take a pill for your nausea...my page </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107152799740103724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107152799740103724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107152799740103724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107152799740103724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107145177719595797</id><published>2003-12-14T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T19:29:50.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just when I thought being nice was a good thing...My asshole ex-husband tried to take off with my kids. What the hell was he thinking? That dumbass couldn't raise his ass off the couch much less raise 2 kids. What the hell did I ever do to deserve this? Was I a lawyer in a former life? Screw this shit! I have enough drama in my life without him adding to it.I have the greatest friends in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107145177719595797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107145177719595797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107145177719595797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107145177719595797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/just-when-i-thought-being-nice-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107136749037566741</id><published>2003-12-13T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T20:05:45.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well..I got a lot of studying done today at work. I was in Express care Triage and we didn't do shit all day. I dozed off a couple of times. It was nice for a change. I felt like a critical care nurse just sitting there all day. ewww... not fair...I know.I am sooo sleepy. Didn't go to sleep last night until around 2am. What the hell was I thinking? I'm too old for that shit. Oh well....off to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107136749037566741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107136749037566741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107136749037566741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107136749037566741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107119393341688425</id><published>2003-12-11T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T19:56:36.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the last day of classes for the semester...YEAH! I had to drag my ass to class today, but it will all be over next Monday. I got an emailed picture of my cousin today. He got married in Scotland recently. It's absolutely beautiful. I must say, he has come a long way from the little red-headed brat that used to cheat at hide and seek. Congrats Dale..and good luck!Well, for the rest of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107119393341688425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107119393341688425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107119393341688425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107119393341688425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/today-was-last-day-of-classes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107112417985349811</id><published>2003-12-11T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T21:37:23.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Adam:aww hell...just had to erase this post...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107112417985349811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107112417985349811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107112417985349811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107112417985349811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107111479237467987</id><published>2003-12-10T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T21:53:24.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First meeting today of my new Advocacy group. I think it went well. I'm excited about what we are trying to accomplish in Emergency nursing. It's going to be lots of work....but well worth it.Here's a quote from a wise woman....."I'm not a critical care nurse...I'm so much more. I'm an ER nurse."I was actually in the middle of my speech when my cell phone went off with a text message. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107111479237467987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107111479237467987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107111479237467987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107111479237467987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/first-meeting-today-of-my-new-advocacy.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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-6188086.post-107102785644754051</id><published>2003-12-09T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T22:49:03.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know the days that seem to pass you by without the slightest of recollection as to what actually happened on that particular day? It seems to be happening more often than not. It seems to me that the only interesting interruption in this monotonous day is the unexpected message on my cellular phone from a man whom I think is absolutely wonderful. As these interesting interruptions increase in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/feeds/107102785644754051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188086&amp;postID=107102785644754051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107102785644754051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188086/posts/default/107102785644754051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ertxrn.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-know-days-that-seem-to-pass-you-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Melly</name><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></feed>
