<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMHRXozfyp7ImA9WhVUE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337287340945924007</id><updated>2012-05-18T10:03:54.487-05:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='Málaga'/><category term='world series'/><category term='mom'/><category term='travel'/><category term='st. louis'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='work'/><category term='update'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='cardinals'/><title>Mel Marie</title><subtitle type='html'>Not all those who wander are lost.&lt;br&gt;Travel, photography, life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xwingsformarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337287340945924007/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xwingsformarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa Bettorf</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103137734245024882669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AZM3fOewgMA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vHRQ8GvIcpc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04ESH0-fSp7ImA9WhVUEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337287340945924007.post-1762100897511398989</id><published>2012-05-15T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-15T17:45:09.355-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-05-15T17:45:09.355-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title>More updates!</title><content type='html'>I've found you once again, Blogger. This time it only took me seven months to update you on my life. Remember back in October when I wrote you a list of all the new things going on lately? Let's try that again.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. I moved out of the really cool house. Granted, I quickly learned that it really wasn't that cool because one roommate was never there, the other one blared his video games, and the last one was a[n enormous] slob. I still had a really big closet and a jacuzzi bathtub that kind of worked... but I don't really miss it that much. Now I live in a different apartment with my best friend and the loud roommate from the old house. We put him on the third story so the sounds of frustration that come from his room after he gets annihilated in Dark Souls doesn't really bother us much. Besides the hole in the door and the broken dishwasher... and really loud toilet... the new place is really rather nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. I don't work at Best Buy anymore. My last day was this past Saturday. I got a cake and didn't cry so I'd say it was a pretty good day. I got a new job at Maxim Healthcare Services working with new hires and guiding them through orientation after making sure they passed their background checks and have their credentials accurately reported. My title is Compliance Coordinator, which I think makes me sound pretty important, not gonna lie. I got the official job offer last week and we are just waiting for my background check to come in. Good thing I haven't taken part in grand theft auto lately. I'll keep you updated on that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&amp;lt;update&amp;gt;&lt;/u&gt; The background check is back! I'm not a known felon and can start after paperwork is done! Huzzah. &lt;u&gt;&amp;lt;/update&amp;gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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3. That new guy I met? Well, his name is Daniel and we've been together for about eight months now and we haven't completely gotten sick of each other yet. I think we complement each other wonderfully. I can't wait to see where it goes and I am so excited about our relationship. In these past eight months I've pretty much infiltrated his apartment, adopted his dog and got him to love me more, and successfully won over his parents. I even have his spare car key. He makes me breakfast and takes me to lots of fun places. I buy tickets to sporting events and watch Game of Thrones with him. It's really so much better than anything both of us have ever experienced. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. I still really, really want to go back to Spain. Honestly, I'd go anywhere. I want to travel and volunteer and see the world. I think it really strengthens you as an individual and makes every aspect of your life better. I miss Málaga and I can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;5. I saved this one for last. Not because it's the best. It's probably the biggest emotional event of my life thus far. On March 31st, my mother passed away. Cancer spread through her entire body, including her brain. She fought for three years and she was the strongest person I have ever known. She died in her own bed, surrounded by family. She knew she was loved. I never thought that I would lose my mom so soon, you know? I always wish I could go back and talk to her more and learn more about her. I'm sure everyone feels like that after they lose someone they love though. I am grateful for the time that I did have with her and for all of the things she taught me. About a week later, my sister and I found journals that she kept and wrote entries to us in. I wish she would have told us all of the stuff she wrote to us, but she never wanted to bother us. She never wanted us to worry. We found out that the cancer came back right before I went to Spain. She didn't even want to tell us. She thought that if I knew then I wouldn't have gone. She wanted me to learn, to travel, and to grow. She never wanted me to stay back and worry for her sake. She was so selfless in that aspect. She never even told us that it was getting worse. She kept telling us that she had years and years to live when she knew that she was dying soon. You could tell, but all she wanted to do was keep us happy and to stop us from worrying. I wish I could be more like her. I've been crying a lot, and I've been watching home videos since Mother's Day was two days ago. I miss her voice and I miss being able to talk to her and hug her. I feel like such a miserable daughter because I don't think I told her that I loved her enough. I hope that I can be more like her and be a good person. I miss her everyday but I've learned so much from her and I hope that she doesn't feel any pain anymore and that she is peaceful and happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well. I always think my life is so boring until I do this, Blogger. It's ridiculous how much your life can change in a year. I'm glad you're all up to date and I can start writing about all of this. Of course I still want to talk about photography, traveling, and just everyday life... but Dan helped me think of the idea of writing little notes to my mom. Whenever I really want to tell her something, I can always write it here and tag my notes as "Letters to Mom" or something like that. Kind of cheesy, I know. But, maybe it will help.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for being there after I neglected you for all of these months, Blogger!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hasta luego,&lt;br /&gt;
Mel Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337287340945924007-1762100897511398989?l=xwingsformarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xwingsformarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1762100897511398989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xwingsformarie.blogspot.com/2012/05/ive-found-you-once-again-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337287340945924007/posts/default/1762100897511398989?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337287340945924007/posts/default/1762100897511398989?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xwingsformarie.blogspot.com/2012/05/ive-found-you-once-again-blogger.html' title='More updates!'/><author><name>Melissa Bettorf</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103137734245024882669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AZM3fOewgMA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vHRQ8GvIcpc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ANRn8ycSp7ImA9WhdaGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337287340945924007.post-7519473089462870082</id><published>2011-10-29T15:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:23:17.199-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-29T15:23:17.199-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. louis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cardinals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title>World Series!</title><content type='html'>So recently I've become a newfound baseball fan... and look who won!&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to make fun of sports until I realized that it really is a good way to unify people and have a sense of accomplishment for your home team. It's pretty sweet. Unfortunately, now that baseball season is over I'm going to have to learn about football... and our home team sucks. Represent.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm pretty sure living in Málaga is a definite possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5337287340945924007-2896133502991044197?l=xwingsformarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xwingsformarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2896133502991044197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xwingsformarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-do-you-want-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337287340945924007/posts/default/2896133502991044197?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5337287340945924007/posts/default/2896133502991044197?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xwingsformarie.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-do-you-want-to-go.html' title='When do you want to go?'/><author><name>Melissa Bettorf</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103137734245024882669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AZM3fOewgMA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vHRQ8GvIcpc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCZPVNlbkUQ/TpzzZRQw_VI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NEljrtphKXs/s72-c/IMG_0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkAARnY4fyp7ImA9WhdbGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337287340945924007.post-377880665359453</id><published>2011-10-17T03:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T03:05:47.837-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-17T03:05:47.837-05:00</app:edited><title>Here we go again.</title><content type='html'>Dear Blogger,&lt;br /&gt;
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While I've neglected you, I have accomplished so many things! Instead of using up about twelve hours of your time worth of writing out my erratic thoughts, how about I just make a list for you?&lt;br /&gt;
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1. I lived in Spain. Yeah, I really did. Remember when I always talked about it? It actually happened. I studied at la Universidad de Málaga for a month, and I met people from all over the world. It was the best experience of my life, so maybe I'll tell you about it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. I have grown into a more independent individual. I never could say that about myself until now. I can finally say that I am proud of myself and the person that I am becoming. I have so much in my life to look forward to, and I am liking these changes.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. I've lost twenty-five pounds since I've talked to you last. It may be because of Spain, or it may be because of stress and lack of eating... but it happened. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. I moved into the best house with some amazing people. My roommates are completely awesome, and I can do cartwheels in my closet and then go take bubble bath in my jacuzzi bathtub. I feel like a spoiled little princess living here. I even have a garage door opener. Not kidding. I was pretty excited about it. Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. I met a guy. Well, not really recently met. I met him a long time ago. But I'm getting to know a guy, how's that? Maybe you'll get to meet him sometime. He's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, now that we're all caught up, maybe I can start writing about fun stuff! I think I'll save this space for talking about traveling (which, in fact, I'm getting pretty good at by the way!), photography, and just ramblings about daily life if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm glad I started talking to you again, Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hasta luego,&lt;br /&gt;
Mel&lt;br /&gt;
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