<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCRH04eSp7ImA9WxJUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237</id><updated>2009-07-16T18:11:05.331-04:00</updated><title>Musings by Melinda Zook</title><subtitle type="html">A nice menu assortment of girlie topics, fitness, child care, and just the life of a lowly suburban housewife!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>936</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MelindaZook" type="application/atom+xml" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCRH0zfSp7ImA9WxJUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-7943705976742766686</id><published>2009-07-16T18:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:11:05.385-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-16T18:11:05.385-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="financial" /><title>Time for savings</title><summary>Today I was considering the idea that I really need to start saving money, in whatever ways I can.  There are some people who are just such good bargain shoppers.   Sometimes they shop at 3 different stores just to get all the discounts.   I am so jealous!  I usually forget to even bring my coupon book with me. I bought it months ago and it is collecting dust...probably in my husband's car.It </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/7943705976742766686/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=7943705976742766686" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/7943705976742766686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/7943705976742766686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/07/time-for-savings.html" title="Time for savings" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CSH87eSp7ImA9WxJUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-1778169355665065503</id><published>2009-07-16T17:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:06:09.101-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-16T18:06:09.101-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Why the FDA does good</title><summary>Well the FDA caught them again, red handed.   I see these ads all the time for these penis enlargers and it makes me chuckle.  Yes, increase your manhood baby.  Have you ever heard the radio commercials?  Some woman with a silky voice comes on..."yes, you know you want it baby."Anywho, the FDA has slammed them for finding that these "nutritional supplements" are actually containing tadafil, which</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/1778169355665065503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=1778169355665065503" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/1778169355665065503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/1778169355665065503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/07/why-fda-does-good.html" title="Why the FDA does good" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYCQno6cCp7ImA9WxJUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-2184942815272482117</id><published>2009-07-08T13:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:02:43.418-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T14:02:43.418-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>The little devil</title><summary>My cat, Star, has been very devious.  Actually, he has been getting into a rather annoying routine every morning at exactly, and I mean exactly 6:35 AM.   How does this little devil do it? Well it is quite elaborate actually.  He starts off by going up to "scratch" with his non-existent front claws the trunk of our tropical plant in the corner of our room.  That makes a nice leaf rattling sound. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/2184942815272482117/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=2184942815272482117" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/2184942815272482117?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/2184942815272482117?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/07/little-devil.html" title="The little devil" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SlTeuQaWjLI/AAAAAAAACpk/PA9AAAx7tgk/s72-c/DSC05071.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMGSXY8eyp7ImA9WxJUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-8622058594616041497</id><published>2009-07-08T13:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:07:08.873-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T14:07:08.873-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general musings" /><title>I'm feeling kinda random today</title><summary>Well I will spare you any talk about MJ.  Seriously, the media has been over doing it just a little bit.  His little girl's last farewell was definitely heart wrenching but enough already!  I am starting to loathe the media anyway...too much time and effort is wasted in redundancy.So I have lots of random stuff on the brain and I want to share it randomly.- I am finally getting some veggies in my</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/8622058594616041497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=8622058594616041497" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/8622058594616041497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/8622058594616041497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/07/im-feeling-kinda-random-today.html" title="I'm feeling kinda random today" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/SlTgQ7L4FHI/AAAAAAAACp8/HYEc9gw8l7g/s72-c/Garden.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNSHs6eCp7ImA9WxJUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-5959147137599341789</id><published>2009-07-05T12:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:06:39.510-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T14:06:39.510-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloggity stuff" /><title>Getting back into the swing of things</title><summary>I am finally catching up with my old favorite blogs.   I am so glad I did because Play at Home Mom has a kick butt burger recipe, which I so want to try...Anne Nahm is getting little sleep these days but at least still has a sense of humor about poop and neighbors.  She also has some beautiful pictures of her neighborhood on her blog.  I don't know where she lives...and she won't tell you because</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/5959147137599341789/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=5959147137599341789" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5959147137599341789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5959147137599341789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/07/getting-back-into-swing-of-things.html" title="Getting back into the swing of things" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAQ346fyp7ImA9WxJUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-364380616706895118</id><published>2009-07-05T11:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:19:02.017-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T13:19:02.017-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self help" /><title>Don't take this with a grain of salt</title><summary>There have been some real horrible stories in the news lately...even more sad is that they are not really new.  People have been doing these horrid things for a long time now.  A woman has a baby in a porta potty and leaves it there, by some amazing force, the baby has survived.  A child care worker leaves a kid in the car all day, forgetting that she picked him up at the parents house to bring </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/364380616706895118/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=364380616706895118" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/364380616706895118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/364380616706895118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/07/dont-take-this-with-grain-of-salt.html" title="Don't take this with a grain of salt" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDQXc9eyp7ImA9WxJVFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-160879390403927003</id><published>2009-07-01T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:26:10.963-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T20:26:10.963-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>A gift he'll remember</title><summary>The little guy's birthday is coming up...Friday to be exact and I feel so not ready!  I need to get him something good but I am not sure yet.  He's turning six and he already has a million Pokemon cards, Bakugans and all that other crazy boy stuff.  I just want to get something more sentimental, not just toys.  He does like clothes but I really don't think that is a gift, not when your the parent</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/160879390403927003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=160879390403927003" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/160879390403927003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/160879390403927003?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/07/gift-hell-remember.html" title="A gift he'll remember" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGR3w5eCp7ImA9WxJUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-8041349168974701500</id><published>2009-07-01T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:20:26.220-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T13:20:26.220-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>I need to stop...just stop</title><summary>I am so drained...yep, stick a fork in me. This week has been work week from hell and then my overly-motivated self wants to also up and do a million other things.  I literally try to squeeze something into every second of every day.Then every once in awhile when I go to complain about it to someone I stop and think, "why the heck am I doing this?"   I mean aren't I in control of my own life?  I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/8041349168974701500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=8041349168974701500" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/8041349168974701500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/8041349168974701500?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/07/i-need-to-stopjust-stop.html" title="I need to stop...just stop" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkABQ3cyeCp7ImA9WxJVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-8164584378453177515</id><published>2009-06-28T14:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:32:32.990-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-28T17:32:32.990-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just" /><title>Boys and Girls</title><summary>It is so interesting right now watching my son interact with his friends.  We had his 6th birthday "friends party" yesterday and at this age, he still has as many (if not more) girl/friends as he does boy.  I think it is pretty cute and I do love it that he gets along well with girls...I actually prefer it a bit because I think it calms him down.  Hanging with other boys, there is so much room </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/8164584378453177515/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=8164584378453177515" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/8164584378453177515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/8164584378453177515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/boys-and-girls.html" title="Boys and Girls" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQAR3w6fip7ImA9WxJWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-5139787010042277225</id><published>2009-06-23T14:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:39:06.216-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T14:39:06.216-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>I have fallen into a black hole</title><summary>I wish I had something interesting to say.  This week has been like a black hole of thoughts for me.  I have been too busy with work, too busy trying to keep up with my kid's schedules...just consumed, totally.  I feel like the wind is knocked out of me sometimes.  There are days when I just can't find balance.  I feel like it is too much work or too much doing other things.  Yesterday I woke up </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/5139787010042277225/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=5139787010042277225" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5139787010042277225?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5139787010042277225?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/i-have-fallen-into-black-hole.html" title="I have fallen into a black hole" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUFR349cSp7ImA9WxJWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-8697742006995664609</id><published>2009-06-14T14:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:13:36.069-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T14:13:36.069-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>Going somewhere?</title><summary>It is hot and muggy, rainy and sloshy.  I worry my garden will turn to mush.  This week has just been the worst weather week ever.  Cold, hot, rainy, cold, hot, rainy, humid...the cycle is relentless.I just want a nice day!  One nice day!  I feel like it is time to move.  Seriously, what state has the best weather all year round?  I think its the west coast.  Ah, I guess that would mean we'd have</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/8697742006995664609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=8697742006995664609" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/8697742006995664609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/8697742006995664609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/going-somewhere.html" title="Going somewhere?" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHRX06fCp7ImA9WxJWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-663772708163317255</id><published>2009-06-13T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:17:14.314-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T14:17:14.314-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>Disney Planning is Nuts!</title><summary>We are still trying to plan our Disney trip.  I am so excited while I am checking out all the stuff they have going on in October.  Epcot has the food and wine festival and then there is the Mickey's halloween party...which we HAVE to go to.  I just have to figure out all the costs.  I mean the character breakfast for 4 people is about $100. The Halloween party an additional $200.  The park </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/663772708163317255/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=663772708163317255" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/663772708163317255?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/663772708163317255?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/disney-planning-is-nuts.html" title="Disney Planning is Nuts!" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEARn89fCp7ImA9WxJXFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-3536394666969538816</id><published>2009-06-08T15:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:17:27.164-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T15:17:27.164-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cool stuff" /><title>Useful site for moms and nurses</title><summary>I have been feeling like I have been slacking on my grooming.  I'm not talking about the basics, brushing my teeth, washing my hair...I am talking about the more in-depth beauty routine.  There was a time...(how many times do I say that) but no, there was a time when I could spend an hour just plucking, moisturizing, or practicing my kissy face in the mirror. No, with two kids driving me nuts </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/3536394666969538816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=3536394666969538816" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/3536394666969538816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/3536394666969538816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/useful-site-for-moms-and-nurses.html" title="Useful site for moms and nurses" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BQn46fSp7ImA9WxJXFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-1572819939446766294</id><published>2009-06-08T11:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:02:33.015-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T12:02:33.015-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>The Laundry...bah!</title><summary>Sometimes I need to feel a sense of fulfillment, completion...like when I see this.I just cannot let it sit for more than a few minutes.  It's like it is calling out to me, "I'm wrinkling...I'm wrinkling.  Fold me now or I will get up and walk out of here."Actually I think only dirty laundry can walk on its own.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/1572819939446766294/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=1572819939446766294" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/1572819939446766294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/1572819939446766294?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/laundrybah.html" title="The Laundry...bah!" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/Si01gthW6SI/AAAAAAAACpU/GlR-68tF4WI/s72-c/IMG_0832.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMQH47cCp7ImA9WxJXFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-6949476923507260723</id><published>2009-06-08T11:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:58:01.008-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T11:58:01.008-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>A little refreshing</title><summary>I feel like taking on a new project.  Something around the house to refresh the place a bit.  I wish I had some good carpentry skills though.  No one trusts me around a hand saw, that's for sure.  Our friends just had some construction done to their basement and I heard it looks awesome.  I would love to do something neat with glass tile in our bathroom.  That was one room in our house that we </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/6949476923507260723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=6949476923507260723" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/6949476923507260723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/6949476923507260723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/little-refreshing.html" title="A little refreshing" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQnc9eyp7ImA9WxJXFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-2065034024025572174</id><published>2009-06-08T11:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:53:23.963-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T11:53:23.963-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>A peek into their life</title><summary>You know if I ever want to feel better about myself and my life I just head over to Anonymous Mom.  It helps so much to hear other people's stories.  It really does.  Whether someone is hiding something (like they secretly smoke or they lied to their husband about their kid) or they are there to talk about stories or give feedback, it is really interesting.  I could sit for hours reading this </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/2065034024025572174/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=2065034024025572174" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/2065034024025572174?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/2065034024025572174?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/peek-into-their-life.html" title="A peek into their life" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECSXc_fCp7ImA9WxJQGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-5505402124739767346</id><published>2009-06-02T13:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:34:28.944-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T14:34:28.944-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><title>Jon is just a guy like the rest of them</title><summary>I caught the new episode of Jon and Kate the other night.  It's not brand new to me though as I have seen a few of their shows before.  Really all this hoopla wasn't really anything shocking to me.When you are in the public eye,  the media are bound to come out with some dirt going on behind the scenes.  The sad thing is, I don't think this dirt was all that surprising...and I am not in the camp </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/5505402124739767346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=5505402124739767346" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5505402124739767346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5505402124739767346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/jon-is-just-guy-like-rest-of-them.html" title="Jon is just a guy like the rest of them" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCSXo7fip7ImA9WxJQGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-1885183789291967542</id><published>2009-06-02T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:02:48.406-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T13:02:48.406-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cute stuff kids say" /><title>A pickle?</title><summary>My daughter is almost 3...and for the most part she is speaking very well, except on occasion when she makes the "t" sound in place of the "c" sound.  Still, her vocabulary is growing so fast.  On occasion though, she makes a funny.The other day she looked in the mirror and pointed to her face and say, "it's a pickle" smiling adoringly at herself. "A pickle?" I question as I look over...she is </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/1885183789291967542/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=1885183789291967542" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/1885183789291967542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/1885183789291967542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/06/pickle.html" title="A pickle?" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDQH85fSp7ImA9WxJQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-6833097366585472644</id><published>2009-05-31T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:17:51.125-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T22:17:51.125-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>Feeling blogged down</title><summary>I am realizing that a lot of my old bloggy buddies seem to be shutting down or going private.  What is going on?  I fear the worst!  Is the blogging world coming to an end?  I guess not; truthfully I just have fallen behind with keeping up on everyone's lives and it looks like there is a whole new set cool bloggers out there, you know, the younger, prettier ones typing away with their freshly </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/6833097366585472644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=6833097366585472644" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/6833097366585472644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/6833097366585472644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/05/feeling-blogged-down.html" title="Feeling blogged down" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBQnY-eCp7ImA9WxJQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-7454177618363575516</id><published>2009-05-31T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:10:53.850-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T22:10:53.850-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>A new step</title><summary>I am taking a bold step in my life.  I am learning web design.  Yes,  I have had some entangles with it here and there.  It kind of helps that my husband is a graphic designer too, but truth be told I have never learned all the languages in real detail.  I really want to be understand more of the back end side, the programming.  It's some tough stuff though.  CSS, Java, it's crazy information.  </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/7454177618363575516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=7454177618363575516" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/7454177618363575516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/7454177618363575516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/05/new-step.html" title="A new step" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CSHsyeCp7ImA9WxJQFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-6693728148705392114</id><published>2009-05-27T09:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:17:49.590-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-27T10:17:49.590-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="financial" /><title>Not just saving for a rainy day</title><summary>I am all about saving money these days if I can.  I have to admit, I used to be not at all good at remembering to bring coupons out to stores or looking up the best deals when I know I need to buy something but now that the economy is not flourishing, I am definitely more in tune to the need to do this.  The biggest thing is with the kids and their shoes.  They go through shoes way too fast.  I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/6693728148705392114/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=6693728148705392114" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/6693728148705392114?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/6693728148705392114?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/05/not-just-saving-for-rainy-day.html" title="Not just saving for a rainy day" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANRn0_eyp7ImA9WxJQFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-5145613570889856893</id><published>2009-05-27T09:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:43:17.343-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-27T09:43:17.343-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="off the beaten path" /><title>Cool buildings</title><summary>Someone sent me these images of the coolest buildings...so neat. Last night I was watching the science channel and they were promoting a show about building the bigger and better buildings and I can't wait to see it.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/5145613570889856893/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=5145613570889856893" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5145613570889856893?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5145613570889856893?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/05/cool-buildings.html" title="Cool buildings" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bdoSf0A9tqU/Sh1DYMJcUhI/AAAAAAAACpM/Sjp_Y4g4NBs/s72-c/dcfb53.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMAQXc6fCp7ImA9WxJQE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-3520254291877569119</id><published>2009-05-25T22:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:20:40.914-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-25T22:20:40.914-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>Pathetic as they come</title><summary>Grrr...you know I don't vent that often anymore but sometimes there is a need.  Without mentioning specifics I just found out that a certain person who I was especially nice to today was talking squirrelly behind my back.   Why?  Because they are so shallow and stupid...well, that's my guess anyway.  Supposedly the move only made her look ridiculous (according to those listening) but it still </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/3520254291877569119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=3520254291877569119" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/3520254291877569119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/3520254291877569119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/05/grrr.html" title="Pathetic as they come" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBSH8ycCp7ImA9WxJQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-4210469513813799913</id><published>2009-05-24T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:50:59.198-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T14:50:59.198-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="off the beaten path" /><title>Funny Human Resources Stuff</title><summary>I found this while just having fun just relaxing catching some rays out in the sun with my laptop computer.  All I have to say is friggin hilarious!  I used to work across from a guy with a real potty mouth at work and he was incorrigible.TO: All EmployeesFROM: Human ResourcesSUBJECT: Foul LanguageDATE: February 28, 2000It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals through </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/4210469513813799913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=4210469513813799913" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/4210469513813799913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/4210469513813799913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/05/funny-human-resources-stuff.html" title="Funny Human Resources Stuff" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIMQH89cCp7ImA9WxJQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662424070901850237.post-5771801567056992506</id><published>2009-05-24T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:43:01.168-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T14:43:01.168-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just life" /><title>It's a grumpy world out there</title><summary>I feel the aggression these days.  Everywhere.  People are starting to show the effects of a slow economy and hard times.  You can sense that there is a tornado of emotion in the works and it is sucking everyone down into it.  I try to stay positive but it doesn't help when you are surrounded by people who are negative and want only to spill their problems all over everyone else.  These are the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.melindazook.com/feeds/5771801567056992506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662424070901850237&amp;postID=5771801567056992506" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5771801567056992506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662424070901850237/posts/default/5771801567056992506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.melindazook.com/2009/05/its-grumpy-world-out-there.html" title="It's a grumpy world out there" /><author><name>Melinda Zook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706404613228845440</uri><email>mzook22@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02842719348433337317" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
