<?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-7114074360631336303</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:41:28.574-08:00</updated><category term='make a frog costume'/><category term='halloween frog costume'/><title type='text'>Keep It Short and Sweet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-9165948374594510390</id><published>2010-09-24T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T04:31:43.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A skateboarding professional?!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  You meet so many various and interesting people online.  A former professional skateboarder winked at me yesterday.  I am hoping that we actually meet up and go out.  I'm excited to learn more about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-9165948374594510390?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/9165948374594510390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/skateboarding-professional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/9165948374594510390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/9165948374594510390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/skateboarding-professional.html' title='A skateboarding professional?!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5881594808850797629</id><published>2010-09-10T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T06:06:39.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a tattoo!</title><content type='html'>So, my hair fell out.  All of it.  The eyelashes, the eyebrows, armpit hair, leg hair.  It has been awful.  I'm completely bald.  And I have never had more dates in my life!  (Thanks, match.com!)  I get loads of compliments on my cheap, fake wigs.  Last month I got my eyebrows tattooed on. I also got eyeliner on my bottom lids.  Too painful to do the tops in the same day.  Anyway, had it touched up this week.  It looks great.  I'm not so judgemental of tattoos anymore.  It is a fantastic feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5881594808850797629?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5881594808850797629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/got-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5881594808850797629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5881594808850797629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/got-tattoo.html' title='Got a tattoo!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8918641704164886333</id><published>2010-09-10T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T06:02:42.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update - Chef blew me off</title><content type='html'>Yeah, his dog ate a shoe.  Ugh...there is a reason I don't have pets.  Our date is postponed until Sunday.  I'm kind of excited about this guy.  I also have a tenatative date with an executive on Saturday.  More excited about the chef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8918641704164886333?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8918641704164886333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/update-chef-blew-me-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8918641704164886333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8918641704164886333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/update-chef-blew-me-off.html' title='Update - Chef blew me off'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-6186604230988047940</id><published>2010-09-09T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:59:35.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on a date with a chef!</title><content type='html'>Who knew online dating could be so fun and exciting?  I have met a couple contractors, a man who owns two business, someone who tried to convert me to Islam, a short computer nerd, a six foot Chinese man and a pilot all within the last month.  I got an email from someone who lives in Ashburn.  His pictures had bad lighting and he looked kind of gangster.  Since I didn't have a ton of hunks emailing me over Labor day weekend.  I sent him a simple email.  I noticed he was a chef and simply stated that I liked the food network.  Guess what?  He has made 2 appearances on the food network!  My excitement was a little deflated when I found out they were on Rachel Ray's show, but still.  I'm excited to meet a chef.  Best of all, he is taller than me - 6'2".  I really can't wait to discuss my favorite heirloom tomatoes with him.  Someone who owns a construction company wants to meet me on Saturday.  I love meeting new people.  It broadens your horizons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-6186604230988047940?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/6186604230988047940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-on-date-with-chef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6186604230988047940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6186604230988047940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-on-date-with-chef.html' title='Going on a date with a chef!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4465517263960341241</id><published>2010-09-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:16:21.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween frog costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make a frog costume'/><title type='text'>Halloween Frog Costume</title><content type='html'>I'm back on my squidoo lens kick.  I'm promoting frog costumes.  Why?  Frogs are fun, frogs are lovable and last year there was that popular movie that my friend worked on - The Princess and the Frog!  I won't become rich with this squidoo lens, but if you have any interest in becoming a frog, check out &lt;a href="http://squidoo.com/halloween-frog-costume"&gt;Halloween Frog Costumes&lt;/a&gt;, you may get some great ideas, purchase a costume or decide to make a frog costume for halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is very creative, but some people want to make a frog costume for halloween.  Hey, to each his own.  But, the patterns are pretty simple for costumes.  You can get a basic McCall's pattern online and save yourself some money if sewing is your thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4465517263960341241?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4465517263960341241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/halloween-frog-costume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4465517263960341241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4465517263960341241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/09/halloween-frog-costume.html' title='Halloween Frog Costume'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1237317258527088015</id><published>2010-08-06T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:52:47.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow in the Dark Body Paint!  Glow in the Dark Bras!</title><content type='html'>So, I have been creating Halloween websites on Squidoo.  It is kind of fun.  I found out that you can purchase &lt;a href="http://squidoo.com/halloween-glow-in-the-dark-gear"&gt;glow in the dark bra&lt;/a&gt; and you can get kinky tattoos with &lt;a href="http://squidoo.com/halloween-glow-in-the-dark-gear"&gt;glow in the dark body paint&lt;/a&gt;.  I mean, there are also the standard glow in the dark bracelets and glow sticks.  You can get creepy spiders that glow or stickers to put up on your ceiling.  I just never felt the need to have my knockers glowing for everyone to see!  Great stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1237317258527088015?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1237317258527088015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/08/glow-in-dark-body-paint-glow-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1237317258527088015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1237317258527088015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/08/glow-in-dark-body-paint-glow-in-dark.html' title='Glow in the Dark Body Paint!  Glow in the Dark Bras!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-561389937592975045</id><published>2010-08-05T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T06:25:13.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can view my squidoo lenses</title><content type='html'>I created two more today.  I'm creating links to them on this site.  Squidoo can provide you with affiliate commissions.  One of my sites is at the top of googles listings now.  &lt;a href="http://squidoo.com/mask-clown"&gt;mask clown&lt;/a&gt; will give you some great clown masks for Halloween.  I created &lt;a href="http://squidoo.com/halloween-clown"&gt;Halloween clown&lt;/a&gt; to show people how to apply clown make up and create a scary clown costume.  I'm guessing that you can see a theme already.  Hopefully, I will have enough links that I will start getting some Halloween traffic and make some money from my efforts.  I'll keep you posted.  The sites were super easy to create.  The hardest part was choosing a high volume/low competition keyword phrase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-561389937592975045?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/561389937592975045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can-view-my-squidoo-lenses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/561389937592975045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/561389937592975045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can-view-my-squidoo-lenses.html' title='You can view my squidoo lenses'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2638473061425725819</id><published>2010-07-09T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:24:34.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squidoo Fun!</title><content type='html'>So, I have noticed that my lens on squidoo jumped in rank after adding a link to the site.  I'm going to see if adding a couple more will make it climb higher in rank.  The link is &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/top-ten-summer-toys-for-2010"&gt;Top ten summer toys&lt;/a&gt;.  The reason I created this was because I read somewhere that top ten lists get attention.  I admit, there are more than ten toys on the list.  I just posted the things I liked from Amazon.com and hoped other people would like them and buy them.  Since Halloween is coming up, I created some &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/cheap-halloween-costume-idea"&gt;Cheap halloween costumes idea&lt;/a&gt; squidoo lens.  It is chock full of cheap ideas and some pictures of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2638473061425725819?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2638473061425725819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/07/squidoo-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2638473061425725819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2638473061425725819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/07/squidoo-fun.html' title='Squidoo Fun!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1146018115540165563</id><published>2010-07-07T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T05:45:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up for Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, I'll get back to my dating life stories soon enough.  If you are interested in learning how to make money from Halloween, check out my new squidoo lens and see what kind of opportunities are available &lt;a href="http://squidoo.com/halloween-is-big-business-"&gt;halloween is big business&lt;/a&gt;.  If you are looking for costume ideas, you can visit &lt;a href="http://squidoo.com/cool-halloween-costumes-for-kids"&gt;cool halloween costumes for kids&lt;/a&gt;.  There are great ideas on this lens &lt;a href="http://squidoo.com/cheap-halloween-costume-idea"&gt;cheap halloween costume idea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1146018115540165563?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1146018115540165563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/07/gearing-up-for-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1146018115540165563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1146018115540165563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/07/gearing-up-for-halloween.html' title='Gearing up for Halloween!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-9056342463068632720</id><published>2010-06-21T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:46:10.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My focus shifted...</title><content type='html'>I needed to earn money.  I wanted a job and was applying everywhere for federal positions.  While I had tried making money with social media marketing, it was only marginally successful.  I decided to check out wealthy affiliate.  I discovered the real reason why I was unsuccessful at social media marketing.  Search optimizaton is so much more powerful!  I have been having some better results since I joined wealthy affilite.  You can check out what I have been doing and sign up for my free &lt;a href="http://thewealthyaffiliate.info"&gt;mad marketing course&lt;/a&gt; to learn some free online techniques that will earn you money.  I have learned a lot and am applying these techniques.  It has been so helpful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-9056342463068632720?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/9056342463068632720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-focus-shifted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/9056342463068632720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/9056342463068632720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-focus-shifted.html' title='My focus shifted...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5324700242326770466</id><published>2010-03-04T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:55:18.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Right Along</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting the blog.  Oh well.  Today I met someone on match and we went out for hot chocolate.  He is good looking, but I don't think I'm all that attracted to him.  I think he like soccer a little too much for me.  But, if he wants to go out again, I think I'd go on a date with him.  &lt;br /&gt;As for the vet from Charlottesville, he is moving on in his life too.  He did not visit for my birthday weekend.  Instead, he decided to establish residency in Iowa.  He is going to do some post graduate work starting in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5324700242326770466?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5324700242326770466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-right-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5324700242326770466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5324700242326770466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving Right Along'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1527045737877838130</id><published>2010-02-15T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T05:47:17.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been too lazy to blog</title><content type='html'>There really wasn't that much of a connection when I went to visit the man I knew from high school.  But, interestingly enough, he was experiencing symptoms of anemia and therefore seemed irrational and a little tipsy the weekend that I was down there.  His friend commented on it on the ride back home.  A couple days later, he told me he went into the hospital and found out he was severly anemic.  He seemed pretty looopy the time that I was there.  He plans to visit for my birthday at the end of the month.  We'll see if he is normal then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1527045737877838130?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1527045737877838130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-too-lazy-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1527045737877838130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1527045737877838130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-too-lazy-to-blog.html' title='Been too lazy to blog'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-354110860089689985</id><published>2010-01-05T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:21:48.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now My Throat is Sore!</title><content type='html'>I didn't even want to go to church on Sunday.  Yesterday my friends got together, but I stayed home.  My throat was so sore.  I was coughing last week and this week it is sore.  &lt;br /&gt;No real news on the dating scene.  I missed the vet's birthday.  We exchanged some texts that were confusing.  Not real sure where I stand with him, but I don't think I'll make plans to go to Charlottesville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-354110860089689985?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/354110860089689985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-my-throat-is-sore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/354110860089689985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/354110860089689985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-my-throat-is-sore.html' title='Now My Throat is Sore!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5336085802913728924</id><published>2010-01-02T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:18:11.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At home, still sick</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was supposed to go to Charlottesville.  Somehow I missed the phone call and the vet's friends left without me.  I texted him an hour later to find out where he was finding me a ride.  Yeah, don't trust someone else to get you somewhere you want to go.  Things don't always go smoothly, people bail and you will be left home.  Which is what happened to me this weekend.  However, could I have really spent an entire weekend with people that I don't know?  I'm not sure about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5336085802913728924?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5336085802913728924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-home-still-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5336085802913728924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5336085802913728924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-home-still-sick.html' title='At home, still sick'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-7635195602929758642</id><published>2009-12-31T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:00:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been sick and neglected my blog</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my nephew, I got a cold.  He loves to share.  Unfortunately, I am a wuss when it comes to colds and do almost everything to get over them quickly.  &lt;br /&gt;I do not have New Year's Eve plans.  I hate staying up late and I am getting over a cold.  I do have weekend plans.  The vet has invited me down to Charlottesville to celebrate his birthday with him and 15 of his closest friends.  That should be interesting.  After deciding it would be a miserable time, I consulted with my siblings, who told me not to go, and then decided I should go.  He agreed to come up for my birthday next month.  I feel like I should go down and meet his friends.  I am terrified that I won't fit in, but I warned him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-7635195602929758642?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/7635195602929758642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-sick-and-neglected-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7635195602929758642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7635195602929758642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-sick-and-neglected-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;ve been sick and neglected my blog'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3988563217752045437</id><published>2009-12-23T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:23:47.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In other irrelevant news</title><content type='html'>I am trying my hand at internet marketing.  There are tons of products that you can market online and make a buck.  The latest niche that I've found is &lt;a href="http://freepianolessononline.info"&gt;free piano lessons online&lt;/a&gt;.  Of course, you can check out the product and try one free lesson.  If you like the quality of instruction, you can purchase the product.  But, I wrote an article about the benefits of video piano instruction and put it on a squidoo lens.  To check it out go to &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/freepianolessononline"&gt;free piano lesson online&lt;/a&gt; and check it out.  The links are both different even though I used the same anchor text.  I had to learn some HTML coding to hide the long URL, but it wasn't terribly difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, the vet didn't call last night like he said he would.  But he did text me a couple messages.  Not terribly exciting.  No news in the online dating world today.  I need to start Christmas shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3988563217752045437?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3988563217752045437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-other-irrelevant-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3988563217752045437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3988563217752045437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-other-irrelevant-news.html' title='In other irrelevant news'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2475557864126008324</id><published>2009-12-22T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:30:10.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check In</title><content type='html'>The vet called me earlier today to check in.  What am I his mother?!  We chatted for awhile.  He told me that he would call again when he got up to his family's lakehouse.  I doubt it, but we'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;Some hot guy in Texas winked at me online.  Unfortunately when I tried to instant message him, I didn't get a reply.  Five minutes later, I did, but when I wrote something I didn't hear back from him.  An Indian dude in Herndon winked at me today.  I'm not sure if I want to reply or not.  Online dating seems so dead end right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2475557864126008324?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2475557864126008324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/check-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2475557864126008324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2475557864126008324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/check-in.html' title='Check In'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3015401039156263266</id><published>2009-12-21T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T04:36:35.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No text or email</title><content type='html'>His interest must be declining.  I did not receive any text or emails from the vet yesterday.  That is okay.  It is becoming very apparent that we operate differently.  I am a thinking person and he is a feeling person.  Neither is better than the other, we just make decisions differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3015401039156263266?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3015401039156263266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-text-or-email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3015401039156263266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3015401039156263266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-text-or-email.html' title='No text or email'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-610642817261719851</id><published>2009-12-20T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:15:39.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An invite</title><content type='html'>So, the vet, who lives far away, invited me to his birthday.  Ugh!  I suck at parties.  I am all nervous and the only thing on my mind is when will I get out of here?!  Do I really need to make more small talk?!  But, I agreed to go.  he is happy.  It should be interesting to see what my mood will be like around a lot of people that I don't know and one that I barely know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-610642817261719851?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/610642817261719851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/invite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/610642817261719851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/610642817261719851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/invite.html' title='An invite'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5769441813041657134</id><published>2009-12-15T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:18:12.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Back to Texting</title><content type='html'>Today, I decided that I wasn't going to text the vet.  I was just going to see if he texted me.  During my break, just as I was about to write a quick text, I got one from him.  All it said was "Good morning!"  But, it was 11:20.  I didn't want to burst his bubble and tell him that morning wasn't over, so I told him what I was doing.  Nothing special, we're back to being friends.  Which is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5769441813041657134?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5769441813041657134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-back-to-texting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5769441813041657134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5769441813041657134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-back-to-texting.html' title='And Back to Texting'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5385155308588023967</id><published>2009-12-12T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:58:19.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology Fails Me</title><content type='html'>The vet called just as I was leaving school yesterday.  Okay, so we are back to being friends.  Unfortunately, I hit the reject call button.  I quicktly texted him and told him I didn't mean to reject the call.  I called back and got his voicemail.  I never got a call back even though he later told me he tried twice.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5385155308588023967?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5385155308588023967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/technology-fails-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5385155308588023967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5385155308588023967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/technology-fails-me.html' title='Technology Fails Me'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5807289630804184355</id><published>2009-12-08T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:55:16.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Picture</title><content type='html'>The vet let me know it was too hard to be friends with me today.  Yeah, I kind of saw that coming.  I just wish he would have told me sooner that he thought I was critical.  Oh well.  Moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5807289630804184355?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5807289630804184355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-of-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5807289630804184355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5807289630804184355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-of-picture.html' title='Out of the Picture'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-6764128507328041647</id><published>2009-12-06T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:59:29.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sprained ankle</title><content type='html'>I was walking up the stairs yesterday morning when I slipped.  I landed on my right ankle.  I have been keeping off it and icing it, but now I am just about bored.  I've heard a little from the vet, so I know he doesn't hate me for my stupid comment.  But, I need to find some new men to date.  I just hate that I can't drive.  I don't like waiting in the cold for buses and I tend to just entertain myself at home like a recluse during the winter.  I have caroling with Colleen planned and next week there is a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-6764128507328041647?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/6764128507328041647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sprained-ankle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6764128507328041647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6764128507328041647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sprained-ankle.html' title='sprained ankle'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-9122916332083817139</id><published>2009-12-04T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:43:02.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My negative nature</title><content type='html'>So, I think I hurt the vet's feelings.  I sent him a facebook email and I think he took it the wrong way.  His reply was simply "whatever."  I apologized and told him I still wanted to be friends, but I haven't heard from him today at all.  I sent him three texts.  He didn't reply.  They were random things just to say hi that he normally would have responded to in time.  I took his number out of my phone so I won't become an annoying person in case he doesn't want to hear from me.  Better to let him contact me next.  I feel bad about it.  Well, live and learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-9122916332083817139?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/9122916332083817139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-negative-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/9122916332083817139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/9122916332083817139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-negative-nature.html' title='My negative nature'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4800084704561030526</id><published>2009-12-03T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:27:42.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally negelected my blog!</title><content type='html'>Eh...what can you say, blame it on the holidays.  I have been chatting it up with the vet a couple times a week and texting daily.  But, he told me he just wants to be friends from the beginning.  It seems odd.  The couple interested guys on match have stopped contacting me.  I don't know if I should be relieved or disappointed.  I finally did call the vet when I was bored yesterday because it was his day off.  He has a woman on his voicemail.  I was a little surprised, but I'm not going to jump to conclusions.  If he was hiding a wife, he would give me an open invitation to visit him.  His facebook page lists his status and so I'll just see if he continues to call me and enjoy his phone calls when he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4800084704561030526?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4800084704561030526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-negelected-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4800084704561030526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4800084704561030526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-negelected-my-blog.html' title='Totally negelected my blog!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3286420615916653452</id><published>2009-11-26T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:10:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such disappointment</title><content type='html'>My conversation with the vet was cut short Tuesday and he told me he would call Wednesday.  I was so disappointed when he didn't.  We texted during the day and apparently animals have emergencies.  There are a lot of car accidents and it is possible that he had to work late.  I hate talking on the phone, so it is ironic that I am disappointed that he didn't call.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3286420615916653452?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3286420615916653452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/such-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3286420615916653452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3286420615916653452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/such-disappointment.html' title='Such disappointment'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3591782508140394489</id><published>2009-11-24T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:24:33.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoroughly Confused</title><content type='html'>He keeps calling me and texting me.  I guess that is a good thing if this were relationship potential, but I don't know if I want it to be.  I'll just see how long he stays interested in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3591782508140394489?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3591782508140394489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoroughly-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3591782508140394489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3591782508140394489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoroughly-confused.html' title='Thoroughly Confused'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3067909148482514075</id><published>2009-11-22T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:10:38.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends</title><content type='html'>I love that the vet likes to chat with me on the phone.  He didn't call yesterday and I was disappointed, but I had told him that I planned on calling him next week.  So, it is a new week and I called this morning.  I hate calling people.  I can't explain it, but I don't like to do it.  I am going to keep chatting with him until it gets old.  He told me he just wants to be friends, so I'm not holding my breath on any relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3067909148482514075?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3067909148482514075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3067909148482514075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3067909148482514075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4588445127761201434</id><published>2009-11-21T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:20:49.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Stalking</title><content type='html'>So, I went to the guy's facebook page and read past status updates.  I saw the pictures of the girl that he calls his ex and complains that she continues to call him.  I also noticed that his status changed within a month from in a relationship to single.  Yeah, I have short term relationships like that.  I don't think I will text him today.  I told him that I would call next week.  I'm so good at procrastination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4588445127761201434?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4588445127761201434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/online-stalking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4588445127761201434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4588445127761201434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/online-stalking.html' title='Online Stalking'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4886860080306931412</id><published>2009-11-18T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:22:52.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An hour?</title><content type='html'>Did I really talk on the phone for an hour to this guy from high school today?  I never talk on the phone.  If I am making plans, I usually email, text or talk to them in person.  Chatting on the phone seems like the biggest waste of time to me.  I felt like I wasted my time today talking to him.  It was fun to chat with him, but I hate hearing about his high school experience because I compare it to mine and he was a rebel and I didn't do anything wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4886860080306931412?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4886860080306931412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4886860080306931412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4886860080306931412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/hour.html' title='An hour?'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4404076526179898187</id><published>2009-11-17T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:19:14.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>So, the realization hit yesterday that the vet isn't interested in me.  I could be wrong.  He was texting me multiple times during the day, but he complained about a past relationship and it annoyed me to the point that I deleted his number from my phone.  Now, I'm bummed that I can't text him until he calls me.  I was starting to get addicted to the attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4404076526179898187?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4404076526179898187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4404076526179898187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4404076526179898187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2463239993098328453</id><published>2009-11-14T12:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:12:32.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercings?!</title><content type='html'>I chatted today with the veterinarian.  He told me the story of when he got his tongue pierced and about getting his nipple pierced.  He doesn't have the piercings anymore.  A dog's nail ripped out the nipple ring.  I get that some people get piercings and tattoos.  I didn't even ask if he had a tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2463239993098328453?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2463239993098328453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/piercings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2463239993098328453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2463239993098328453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/piercings.html' title='Piercings?!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4923188544196482158</id><published>2009-11-14T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:08:58.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone issues</title><content type='html'>I'm so silly about calling people.  I hate to do it.  The guy in Charlottesville asked me to call him this weekend.  I gave him some flimsy excuse and told him maybe.  He had been texting me a couple times a day and while he reports that he isn't ready for a relationship, he sure is taking some interest in me.  So, I call him during my lunch break and we talk for ten minutes.  It was a dry, boring conversation.  I didn't know what to say.  When school was out, I texted him and told him school was over.  He calls me five minutes later.  We talked for fifteen minutes more and the conversation was light with lots of laughter.  It was noticable to him that I was definately more at ease receiving a phone call than making one.  I have no explanation why other than I'm not good at chit chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4923188544196482158?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4923188544196482158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/phone-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4923188544196482158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4923188544196482158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/phone-issues.html' title='Phone issues'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1504375868741594899</id><published>2009-11-11T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:26:11.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much drama to report</title><content type='html'>I have been in cognitive remediation.  It has been helpful.  My speech therapist is helping me devise coping mechanisms to help me process information that is presented to me.  We didn't work on anything auditorily and I think that my main problem is with auditory information.  &lt;br /&gt;The high school friend texted me a lot yesterday.  I don't know what to do about that.  I can't imagine that we'll ever hang out, so I should probably stop texting him.  It is nice to have someone to keep in touch with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1504375868741594899?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1504375868741594899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-much-drama-to-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1504375868741594899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1504375868741594899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-much-drama-to-report.html' title='Not much drama to report'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-186276963831805815</id><published>2009-11-08T05:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:16:21.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no!</title><content type='html'>I never want a guy to be overly obsessed with me.  The guy from high school texted me in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep.  I'm not sure how I feel about that considering I hardly know him.  Surely he has friends in Charlottesville that he can call, but I don't know.  Is it worth it to try and have a friendship with someone two and a half hours away?  I'm not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-186276963831805815?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/186276963831805815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/186276963831805815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/186276963831805815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-no.html' title='Oh no!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1558998885346241888</id><published>2009-11-06T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:50:45.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He called me</title><content type='html'>My friend from high school was curious enough to call me up.  We talked for about an hour.  He told me the sob story of his divorce and a mutual friend.  Turns out, he was on the swim team with me.  But, in my defense, there were a lot of people on that swim team.  It would have been very easy for me to be on the team with him and still not talk to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1558998885346241888?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1558998885346241888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-called-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1558998885346241888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1558998885346241888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-called-me.html' title='He called me'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8967821507287466290</id><published>2009-11-05T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:00:37.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A high school FB friend</title><content type='html'>Someone who never spoke to me in high school friended me.  I sent him an email letting him know that I really didn't know him and he somehow wanted to make up for it.  I must admit that I'm a little touched.  I think he was a skater and hung with the popular crowd, of which I was not a part.  However, time changes people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8967821507287466290?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8967821507287466290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school-fb-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8967821507287466290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8967821507287466290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school-fb-friend.html' title='A high school FB friend'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4176895746807092372</id><published>2009-11-04T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:46:09.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day</title><content type='html'>I went to Madison High School today.  I substituted for a business class.  It was terribly boring.  They just completed their assignments on the computer.  Luckily, I had my last period free and walked home at one o'clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4176895746807092372?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4176895746807092372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4176895746807092372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4176895746807092372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/boring-day.html' title='Boring Day'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2624113557585250790</id><published>2009-11-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:27:07.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Setback</title><content type='html'>I had a seizure last night.  I can't drive for another six months.  Arghh!  I had been seizure free for five months.  This pretty much stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2624113557585250790?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2624113557585250790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-setback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2624113557585250790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2624113557585250790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-setback.html' title='Another Setback'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-9103090035320337560</id><published>2009-11-02T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:49:00.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Interest</title><content type='html'>I was so hopeful that the New York attorney would email me.  I noticed that he had logged on, but hadn't sent me an email.  I am so bummed.  The LASIK eye surgeon who sent me an email hasn't responded either.  Some entepreneur in Utah is interested in me as well as someone who is in Reston.  The Reston guy has a beard and I just don't know.  I'm excited that my new ward is having different midsingle visitors each week.  Next week should be the designated visitor's Sunday with a potato bar afterward.  It should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-9103090035320337560?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/9103090035320337560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/lack-of-interest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/9103090035320337560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/9103090035320337560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/lack-of-interest.html' title='Lack of Interest'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5112633851756652925</id><published>2009-11-01T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:00:38.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to online dating</title><content type='html'>So, this morning, I was bored and went on match.com.  I was instant messaged by three men.  One was just cyberstalking me and I had to block him.  I mean, I told him three times that I wasn't interested and he wrote that he wouldn't pressure me anymore and then he instant messaged me and begged me to give him a chance.  Uh...too stalkerish.  I do like the proile of the New York attorney, but our instant messaging was lackluster.  Oh and then there was the guy who told me he was horny.  Yeah, that ended that instant messaging session.  I kept trying to have a conversation and he wouldn't respond.  Initially he told me he just couldn't sleep, but finally he told me he was horny and had to let it out.  Uh...what was I suppose to say.  He could have kept that information to himself.  I just stopped talking to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5112633851756652925?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5112633851756652925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-online-dating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5112633851756652925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5112633851756652925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-online-dating.html' title='back to online dating'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8192858856299955390</id><published>2009-10-31T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:57:24.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I move to Utah?</title><content type='html'>I don't know.  I haven't heard back from the Baltimore doctor.  Some guy in Utah is 11 years older than me and interested in me.  It is just that it is far away and eleven years is a lot.  There are lots of guys in the DC area.  None that I'm currently dating, but I can't picture myself out West again.  I'd really have to fall for this guy.  I just can't imagine doing that online.  Besides Utah is so far in the middle of nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8192858856299955390?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8192858856299955390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/could-i-move-to-utah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8192858856299955390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8192858856299955390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/could-i-move-to-utah.html' title='Could I move to Utah?'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-7850514262879469960</id><published>2009-10-30T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:10:12.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An overachiever</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I can date an overachiever.  I think I would fall short of his expectations.  I started corresponding with a doctor who has started his own practice, written a couple books and owns a beach house.  That is all well and good, but what have I done that even comes close?  Oh yeah!  I started speech therapy.  Maybe once I finish I'll be able to keep a job longer than a couple months.  Well, he is in Baltimore and I doubt that I'll ever meet him.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-7850514262879469960?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/7850514262879469960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/overachiever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7850514262879469960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7850514262879469960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/overachiever.html' title='An overachiever'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2409111923850076744</id><published>2009-10-29T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:48:30.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one is reading anymore</title><content type='html'>I checked.  Today I had one page impression.  Yes, I realize my life has gotten that boring.  I haven't heard from the black dude on match who wants to meet me, so yesterday I sent an email to some doctor in Baltimore.  I got a wink back.  That means he wasn't even interested enough to say hello.  That pretty much stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2409111923850076744?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2409111923850076744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-one-is-reading-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2409111923850076744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2409111923850076744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-one-is-reading-anymore.html' title='No one is reading anymore'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1767106416425698968</id><published>2009-10-28T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:29:15.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>My brother picked up an application to work at the Recreation Center.  I don't know what he wants to do.  This morning he said he wasn't ready to be done being unemployed.  I'm hoping that his second job interview with CSC goes well next week and he can start immediately.  I don't know if taking a part time job at the recreation center will jeopardize his unemployment benefits.  But that is where I work part time.  Although right now I'm taking a break from it.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I'll spend my Halloween.  I hate the whole dressing up thing.  It is annoying not to be yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1767106416425698968?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1767106416425698968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1767106416425698968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1767106416425698968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4317277530295180107</id><published>2009-10-27T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:58:49.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Therapy</title><content type='html'>So, I'm doing speech therapy.  It is really cognitive remediation.  Hopefully, she will provide me with techniques to overcome my weaknesses at worksites.  She said in the last year, she has helped five other people like me.  She was very optimistic.  I wish that we actually did more than a simple evaluation today.  It seemed like a waste of time, but I realize that there is some sort of procedure.  She wanted to know my goals and what I hope to accomplish with cognitive remediation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4317277530295180107?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4317277530295180107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/speech-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4317277530295180107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4317277530295180107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/speech-therapy.html' title='Speech Therapy'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1513734303911223981</id><published>2009-10-26T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:58:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count Off</title><content type='html'>Family home evening and my former crush showed up.  I was thrilled.  He is a fun guy whether he is around for jokes or eye candy.  We broke the midsingles group up into three groups.  We counted off and as much as I would have preferred not to have my adorable crush in my group, he ended up being the third person.  I really need to get a crush on someone who is interested in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1513734303911223981?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1513734303911223981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/count-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1513734303911223981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1513734303911223981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/count-off.html' title='The Count Off'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-7259285933596487406</id><published>2009-10-25T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:04:56.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An old crush sat next to me</title><content type='html'>With the creation of a midsingles Sunday School, there is the opportunity to interact with other midsingles.  I sat in the front row and looked around for an old crush, hoping that he would enjoy the ward enough to return, but alas, he hadn't made it from the chapel into the multipurpose room.  I was thrilled that he chose to sit next to me today.  He could have manuevered his way to the back row, but he filled in the seat right next to me.  Unfortunately, I don't think he is interested in me, but a he is great eye candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-7259285933596487406?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/7259285933596487406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-crush-sat-next-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7259285933596487406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7259285933596487406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-crush-sat-next-to-me.html' title='An old crush sat next to me'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8681795003232933508</id><published>2009-10-25T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:51:19.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rained out and Richmond</title><content type='html'>The barn dance Halloween extravaganza was cancelled due to inclement weather.  I ended up at the Braut and root beer tasting event.  It was cute, but lacking in hot guys.  There was one who was visiting from Richmond.  I was sorely disappointed because he wasn't terribly interested in me.  That is okay because he lives a couple hours away and was only visiting.  Maybe something good will turn up this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8681795003232933508?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8681795003232933508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/rained-out-and-richmond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8681795003232933508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8681795003232933508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/rained-out-and-richmond.html' title='Rained out and Richmond'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2587990005622907581</id><published>2009-10-23T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:30:20.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Denial</title><content type='html'>I emailed this guy four times with the news that I was not interested in him.  I blocked him from contact and kept him blocked for a week.  I was curious to see if he would email me if I unblocked him, so I did that yesterday and today I got another email from the guy.  I decided he is a possible stalker and blocked him again.  I feel bad because I sent a generic "no thanks" email saying I met someone else and want to see where it goes.  I haven't met anyone else.  I hope to tomorrow night at the party.  It is funny because I know that I have emailed men too frequently and they get turned off by that.  Usually it is just because I'm bored and looking for something to do.  I'll write something stupid and they take it seriously because they have real jobs that keep them busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2587990005622907581?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2587990005622907581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/online-denial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2587990005622907581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2587990005622907581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/online-denial.html' title='Online Denial'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-961435587959121411</id><published>2009-10-22T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:05:48.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teenage Stalker?</title><content type='html'>I substituted at Madison High School today.  I passed out a test, sat back in my chair and folded my arms to watch the kids work.  I kept the crossed most of the hour and one of the students picked up on it.  He mimicked me at the end of class.  Everyone had left the room and he stood in front of me with his arms folded across his chest.  I told him to leave.  The funny thing is that half way through the next class, I noticed him in the hallway with his arms folded across his chest looking in my classroom.  He must have had lunch or a pass to the bathroom.  If it wasn't high school, I think I would have been creeped out.  I doubt I'll see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-961435587959121411?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/961435587959121411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/teenage-stalker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/961435587959121411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/961435587959121411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/teenage-stalker.html' title='A Teenage Stalker?'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-16609266921622588</id><published>2009-10-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:26:25.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neuropsych Report</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that I have struggled to keep a job in the past.  It has been extremely frustrating because I have an IQ that is slightly above average and I achieved above average grades in school.  I went on to complete a Bachelor's and Master's degree and still got fired.  I had a neuropsychologist report done and recently got it back.  It explains a lot, but I'm not sure exactly what to do.  Turns out, my scores are all over the place.  I had great memory recognition, but free recall was poor.  In other words, when you give me a test on something, I will regurgitate the answers, but if you expect me to recall specific details on my own without prompts, it isn't going to happen.  I also have a slower than normal processing speed.  I scored in the first percentile compared to others in my age range with the same level of education.  My sustained attention was poor too.  I had excellent word finding abilities and so I seem normal.  People think that when I don't start something immediately it is because I'm lazy, but really, I'm still processing the request!  One time when I was fired, they called me "laxidazical."  I thought I was getting everything done that they asked in a reasonable time frame.  Unfortunately, it could be caused by my medication, which I can't stop taking.  I start cognitive remediation on Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-16609266921622588?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/16609266921622588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/neuropsych-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/16609266921622588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/16609266921622588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/neuropsych-report.html' title='Neuropsych Report'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1852354896731541196</id><published>2009-10-20T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:03:32.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Home Evening</title><content type='html'>I went to the new ward's FHE.  There were only about ten midsingles, but that made it easier to keep track of everyone.  My new friend, Melodi, invited me to go with her to the midsingles Halloween party this weekend.  It should be fun.  She is an accountant and crossfit junkie like John, so they should get along.  I'm looking forward to meeting new people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1852354896731541196?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1852354896731541196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-home-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1852354896731541196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1852354896731541196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-home-evening.html' title='Family Home Evening'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-7577955569743572144</id><published>2009-10-19T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:43:08.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ward, new people to meet!</title><content type='html'>I went to the Oak Marr midsingles magnet ward yesterday.  It was the first day and they had a large turnout of single adults.  No men that I'd be terribly interested in, but we it was nice to see other people who are in the same situation.  It most likely will grow with time and that is good.  Tonight there is a family home evening.  John and I plan on going.  It should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-7577955569743572144?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/7577955569743572144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-ward-new-people-to-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7577955569743572144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7577955569743572144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-ward-new-people-to-meet.html' title='New Ward, new people to meet!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2953494879744237760</id><published>2009-10-17T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:14:14.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, a lot of LDS social drinkers</title><content type='html'>I joined match.com because they had this six month free thing.  I was hoping to find an LDS guy.  I had tried ldsmingle.com without much luck once and thought checking out match.com would be a little different.  For one, I'm older and not being LDS is no longer a dealbreaker.  However, I find it disappointing to see how many guys are listing that they are LDS and are social drinkers.  I did find a hot LDS guy in San Diego who doesn't drink and wrote that he is looking for an eternal companion.  I doubt he'll email me back, but I have been disappointed before.  No big deal.  I will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2953494879744237760?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2953494879744237760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-lot-of-lds-social-drinkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2953494879744237760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2953494879744237760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-lot-of-lds-social-drinkers.html' title='Man, a lot of LDS social drinkers'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1472538714043659859</id><published>2009-10-16T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:46:55.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>So, I dated a younger man this summer.  I had moved away from going to YSA activities, but decided that just this once, I'd go to a party hosted by a young single adult.  It was a good reminder not to go again.  Even though Clay Cook and Scott White had put down that they were going, I knew I was going to be one of the older people there.  And since I wasn't in their crowd, no one talked to me.  I was surprised that the guy I went out with didn't even say hello, but that's okay.  I left early because I had a cold and could tell that there were going to keep us there awhile.  I'm sure no one missed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1472538714043659859?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1472538714043659859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1472538714043659859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1472538714043659859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-266087296997880391</id><published>2009-10-15T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T05:09:48.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from California</title><content type='html'>The trip was going to be awesome.  We had flying and an air show on the agenda.  Then my father had heart problems.  I got sick and in sunny California it rained.  I couldn't really go site seeing.  I spent a day in my hotel room.  The flight back was awful.  I got a middle seat.  While the man next to me was rude and took up two places in the overhead compartments instead of using the space under the seat in front of him, I had my legroom shortened because I put my one carryon in front of me.  I shared my cold with him.  By the time the plane landed, I heard him coughing.  Ahh...sweet revenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-266087296997880391?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/266087296997880391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/266087296997880391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/266087296997880391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-california.html' title='Back from California'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8609242329696339656</id><published>2009-10-08T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:39:48.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ended the Friendship</title><content type='html'>I texted the young guy today to let him know I was going to institute and Jessica's party in case he wanted to avoid me.  He told me I was great and questioned why I would think he wanted to avoid me.  I told him that it was because I couldn't be friends with him anymore.  I didn't go from dating to friendship and that I was sorry.  He responded with, "It's all good.  I'll see you around."  So it is officially over and I can really move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8609242329696339656?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8609242329696339656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/ended-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8609242329696339656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8609242329696339656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/ended-friendship.html' title='Ended the Friendship'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3171695139758572109</id><published>2009-10-08T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:43:52.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>I'm determined not to ruin this guy's reputation with gossip.  I think it is petty.  Besides he can ruin relationships by his own stupid mistakes.  I let him read the blog to clue him in to what they are in case he did want to change.  I've realized that men aren't into changing and improving themselves.  They are more interested in chance and luck.  Women are all about self improvement, understanding what they did wrong and how they can improve.  Yeah, I checked facebook this morning knowing full well that I wouldn't have any mail from the guy because I blocked him.  Every day gets easier.  Plus, I should get my driver's license back in a couple weeks.  That will give me more freedom to meet other men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3171695139758572109?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3171695139758572109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3171695139758572109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3171695139758572109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3373235949664413345</id><published>2009-10-07T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:58:06.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It will be fine</title><content type='html'>I hate hurt feelings.  I don't like the idea that I might have hurt the younger man's feelings.  I keep resisting the urge to check and see how he is doing.  Blocking him is the only way to move on.  It sucks because I know I won't have any email from him when I check my facebook.  I talked to my sister today.  It made me feel better.  She told me on Friday that she wouldn't be surprised if he never talked to me again.  I think that is what needs to happen for us to both move on.  He wasn't a terrible guy.  He was just asking me to do something I couldn't do - be friends with someone who rejected me.  Writing about it helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3373235949664413345?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3373235949664413345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-will-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3373235949664413345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3373235949664413345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-will-be-fine.html' title='It will be fine'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-7258716050724673749</id><published>2009-10-07T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:21:54.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>Well, I blocked the younger man on facebook after he told me we needed to take a break as facebook friends.  He told me I had drama.  I need a clean break.  I knew it after he told me "let's be friends."  I can't date someone and then be friends with them.  If we're friends first, then maybe I can.  Rejection hurts emotionally.  I can't put myself through that with him yet again.  I also realized today that he was using me for golf.  Now that my free driving range priveledges are over, he isn't responding to my invites.  When he refused to take me to institute or a FHE activity, I realized that even in our friendship, there wasn't a good balance of give and take.  I think had he been courteous and declined the breakfast invite and told me he didn't want to give me a ride to Jessica's party, I would not be upset.  However, he just ignored both questions all together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-7258716050724673749?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/7258716050724673749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7258716050724673749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7258716050724673749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1898740762923155319</id><published>2009-10-06T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:18:31.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is easy to point a finger</title><content type='html'>It is easy to see faults in other people, but not yourself.  I got an email from a guy and he essentially told me that he didn't want my drama.  I'm really puzzled by this one.  I think that he was the one playing games.  So, it pretty much irritates me that he told me he wanted to avoid drama from me.  I know some of his friends and am almost tempted to write his name here.  I know he reads this blog.  I honestly hope he doesn't go to any of the same parties that I'm planning on attending or show up at institute for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1898740762923155319?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1898740762923155319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-easy-to-point-finger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1898740762923155319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1898740762923155319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-easy-to-point-finger.html' title='It is easy to point a finger'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1789941694858839549</id><published>2009-10-05T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:35:06.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, maybe not</title><content type='html'>The scientist that wanted to go out with me this week found out that I don't drive and suddenly isn't all that interested after all.  He questioned me, what if this worked out and I wanted you to come to my place?  I like to take things one step at a time and not look at future predicaments.  Besides, I should be able to drive in a month.  My super tall friend is going on the camping trip this weekend, so I doubt I'd get a date with him.  Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1789941694858839549?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1789941694858839549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-maybe-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1789941694858839549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1789941694858839549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-maybe-not.html' title='Well, maybe not'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1703630556703624127</id><published>2009-10-04T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:23:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah! I got an email from Leah!</title><content type='html'>My best friend in medical school is coming to visit.  She emailed me today and said she was coming this weekend.  Of course I'll be in San Francisco this weekend.  But, I was thrilled.  She said she is going to break up with the younger man she has been seeing.  I doubt she will.  She tried to the last time she visited.  He actually made dating younger men appealing to me and I changed my mind about Langley men.  Of course, when I wanted to go to the Langley activities, my friend decided to stop going.  Coincidence?  Maybe.  Or maybe he thought I was ugly and didn't want to be seen with me.  I might go to a party in Vienna next weekend hosted by Jessica Nielson.  Maybe I'll meet some people there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1703630556703624127?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1703630556703624127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-i-got-email-from-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1703630556703624127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1703630556703624127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-i-got-email-from-leah.html' title='Yeah! I got an email from Leah!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2939077566646125678</id><published>2009-10-04T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:56:25.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><content type='html'>It has now been twenty years since my first seizure.  My parents never got me therapy.  They encouraged me to get some once in my twenties, but I didn't see the point.  I realized that now is the perfect time because my insurance will cover all of it.  I told the neuropsych about my suicidal thoughts and he will probably make a recommendation for it.  People with Juvenile Myoclonic Epilepsy often have suicidal thoughts that they don't act on.  I've read.  I couldn't hurt my family, but I do think about what if I swallowed my entire bottle of keppra and would it be easier on the other side?  Anyway, I pay a psychologist to be my friend.  He won't ever bail on me or move away.  My best friend is in medical school now and I don't have anyone to hang out with in Oakton.  I'm hoping the new midsingles ward will provide me with some friendships.  It was easier in Alexandria where I was surrounded by people and activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2939077566646125678?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2939077566646125678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2939077566646125678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2939077566646125678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-6795757382460942565</id><published>2009-10-03T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:30:25.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost the friendship</title><content type='html'>Well, I texted the young guy and told him I wasn't upset anymore.  I invited him to do breakfast as we had talked about on Monday, but he didn't respond.  I sent him an email on facebook and told him that I was not upset.  He didn't respond or add me back as a friend, so I think I've lost that friendship.  I'm sad, but it will be okay.   I'm grateful that we aren't facebook friends and I won't be instant messaging him and telling hm that I wanted to kiss him.  I can't believe that I fell for that.  He was a good friend for the most part.  I guess that I learned a lesson.  Don't tell men to read your blog and don't complain when you tell them that they can use you for golf and then start to resent the fact when you realize that they are doing just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-6795757382460942565?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/6795757382460942565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6795757382460942565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6795757382460942565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-friendship.html' title='Lost the friendship'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1163141440017256605</id><published>2009-10-03T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:09:14.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause and Effect</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I really prevented any relationship from forming with the last guy I went out with because I kept writing that it was going nowhere.  Mentally, I think that reinforces the negative.  I guess I didn't want to get hurt when nothing happened, but I never allowed myself to become too attached to the guy.  I wonder if I will ever let my guard down enough to form attachments to someone else.  We'll see.  I wish that I was staying in California longer.  There is someone out there who is super tall that I want to go out with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1163141440017256605?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1163141440017256605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-and-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1163141440017256605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1163141440017256605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-and-effect.html' title='Cause and Effect'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1818855489793702924</id><published>2009-10-02T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:20:46.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting time has its place</title><content type='html'>I think the young guy I was seeing was upset when I kept writing on here that I was wasting my time with him.  But, let's consider some other time wasters - television, facebook, movies.  They actually all have a place in my life.  You need friends to give you a hug when you are down.  While I'd rather date a guy than be friends with him, I probably was a little critical in my last post.  Perhaps I shouldn't have blurted out the 25 year old's social blunder.  We all have our own mistakes we've made. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with a scientist next week.  I'm intimidated by how many languages he speaks and degrees he has.  I think it will only be a single date before he dumps me.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1818855489793702924?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1818855489793702924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/wasting-time-has-its-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1818855489793702924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1818855489793702924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/wasting-time-has-its-place.html' title='Wasting time has its place'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1423075384967140550</id><published>2009-10-02T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T02:13:05.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So selfish</title><content type='html'>Little things are important when you are dating even if you are just friends. The 25 year old didn't realize this one. It was chilly and we were driving home. I didn't want the windows down because I didn't want the wind to blow my wig around and I was cold. He wanted the wind through his hair and didn't mind it being cold for seven minutes. Oh, yeah, my hair started falling out in patches a few months ago. It is growing back now. I never told the guy I was wearing a wig. Even though I rolled my window up and mentioned I was cold, he insisted. It wasn't until I made the statement, "so you don't care that I'm cold," That he realized the potential impact that action had. What does he say? "Oh, I better roll them up or you'll tell all your friends and ruin my reputation." No, he didn't care at all about my feelings. I laughed and told him I wouldn't tell anyone. And didn't until now. I removed him from my facebook friends until I get over him. I will and we'll be friends again, but not now.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I have some other men to go out with. They are older. One is 39 and the other is 41. We'll see if they care. I told the 39 year old online that I lost my hair, the picture was old and I wear a wig and he is still interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1423075384967140550?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1423075384967140550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-selfish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1423075384967140550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1423075384967140550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-selfish.html' title='So selfish'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5681483743990844623</id><published>2009-10-01T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:47:15.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee Skipee!</title><content type='html'>That one guy I kept going out with admitted to me today that we weren't going anywhere. Finally.  I feel like he manipulated me.  After I told him I didn't want to hang out with him, he told me he was all sad and wanted to kiss me.  Kissing is fun, but don't ever fall for that carrot.  Especially when they aren't around to do anything about it.  I don't know if I should see him again or not. But I don't care I have options. They guys aren't LDS, but that is okay. No one is perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5681483743990844623?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5681483743990844623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/oooh-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5681483743990844623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5681483743990844623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/10/oooh-la-la.html' title='Yipee Skipee!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4882528578540620195</id><published>2009-09-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:58:04.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm doesn't read well online</title><content type='html'>I made the mistake of telling my friend about my blog.  Mostly this blog is written for the amusement of my single friends who live far away.  But I told the 25 year old about the blog.  I thought he might find it amusing.  Today I received an email that said he read it and I didn't write nice things about him.  Well, I won't make the mistake of telling another guy about the blog.  I thought since he just wanted to be friends that he might be amused by some of my thoughts.  I warned him that it was mostly girly gossip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4882528578540620195?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4882528578540620195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarcasm-doesnt-read-well-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4882528578540620195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4882528578540620195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarcasm-doesnt-read-well-online.html' title='Sarcasm doesn&apos;t read well online'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5349457185920347774</id><published>2009-09-30T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:04:46.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my life was more exciting</title><content type='html'>I substituted in an art class yesterday.  They voted for the homecoming king and queen.  One of the girls who was up for homecoming queen wore a formal from last year.  It was totally inappropriate for school.  She didn't like wearing the three inch heels and walked around the classroom barefoot.  If I knew her name and was the teacher, I would have told her to put her shoes back on.  However, I was not in charge of the class.  Other than wearing something somewhat seductive to school and walking around barefoot, she wasn't doing anything wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5349457185920347774?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5349457185920347774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish-my-life-was-more-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5349457185920347774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5349457185920347774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish-my-life-was-more-exciting.html' title='I wish my life was more exciting'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8244096376156553748</id><published>2009-09-28T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:32:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Drama</title><content type='html'>I substituted at Woodson high school today.  It was humorous to me to hear some of their drama.  One guy was talking about how abrupt he was in ending his relationship with his girlfriend.  He told her that he didn't want to be friends.  I wanted to tell him that was great and why, but then he would have known that I was eavesdropping on the conversation.  The great thing about not being friends is that you know there is no chance of a relationship.  I hate that 25 year old wanted to be friends.  It is an awful position.  I feel like I'm wasting his time when I'm with him because I can tell it isn't going to go anywhere.  Maybe some people marry their friends, but I think that most don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8244096376156553748?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8244096376156553748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/high-school-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8244096376156553748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8244096376156553748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/high-school-drama.html' title='High School Drama'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5688359126601154483</id><published>2009-09-26T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:35:32.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Sales</title><content type='html'>I went golfing with the 25 year old this morning.  Afterwards we went to yard sales.  I hate shopping at yard sales.  There is nothing at a yard sale that I need.  I have realized that if you can live without a lot of things this last year.  While I don't feel like it is necessary or important to have new items, what I've found is that many Americans have a tendency to acquire more things than they actually need.  But, I was pleasant and went along with him to the yard sales.  Somehow the next time we go out, wned to have food.  I like food and have hit enough golf balls to get at least a smoothie out of these pointless dates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5688359126601154483?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5688359126601154483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/yard-sales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5688359126601154483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5688359126601154483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/yard-sales.html' title='Yard Sales'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2706005803002363508</id><published>2009-09-25T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:32:04.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He bailed on me!</title><content type='html'>So, the 25 year old told me we could play golf and then something came up and he had to work later.  But, then he had to go to his sister's after work.  Okay, I get it.  He didn't want to hang out with me, but why not just say he was busy?  Why feed me one excuse after another?  I'll never understand men.  But, luckily I'm not dating this guy.  Someday I'll find someone who cares about my opinion and my time, but it probably won't be anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2706005803002363508?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2706005803002363508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-bailed-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2706005803002363508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2706005803002363508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-bailed-on-me.html' title='He bailed on me!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-6704120862048061195</id><published>2009-09-23T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T04:47:00.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to become a shutterbug</title><content type='html'>My blog lacks pictures and pizazz.  I have a really lame excuse.  I don't own a camera.  While my phone has a camera on it, I don't have the attachment that enables me to download the photos.  I know that you can pay extra and have the pictures sent via email, but I'm on my father's family plan and he doesn't want to pay extra for email capabilities.  So, if you are reading this blog and wishing I would put up more pictures, keep wishing.  I need to start taking some.  My nephew just loves taking pictures.  He took one of the trash can.  He told the toys, "Smile, toys," and took one of his toys and then turned to his mother and told her he needed to take one of her.  I wish I had his enthusiasm for snapping photos.  But alas, no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-6704120862048061195?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/6704120862048061195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-to-become-shutterbug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6704120862048061195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6704120862048061195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-to-become-shutterbug.html' title='I need to become a shutterbug'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5550256141289470571</id><published>2009-09-22T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:15:22.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A midsingles ward?!</title><content type='html'>They announced that there would be a special sacrament meeting on Sunday and they were inviting the midsingles from McLean stake and Oakton stake to attend.  Vienna ward and Franklin ward would be in attendance as well.  This caused a lot of gossip.  Luckily, I didn't have to wait for Sunday to find out that they are creating a new ward and assigning the midsingles to one ward.  The stake president wanted all the midsingles personally invited and my mother took the message for me last night.  I'm indifferent.  I don't really care if I see Eric Parker and Todd Myers every week.  They have never asked me out and don't really inspire me to want to be a better church-goer.  I think that they may have noticed that an increase in inactivity by the midsingles and thought there was strength in numbers.  I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5550256141289470571?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5550256141289470571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/midsingles-ward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5550256141289470571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5550256141289470571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/midsingles-ward.html' title='A midsingles ward?!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1305216218090696567</id><published>2009-09-21T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:22:19.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Avoidance</title><content type='html'>I have discovered that dating online is pretty simple.  If you don't like the guy, you don't have to reply to his email.  Yesterday someone contacted me, whose attitude is pretty cool, but you can't tell what he looks like in his picture.  I don't want to be racist and not date him because he is black.  However, I'm not feeling like it is safe to get in a car with someone you met online on a first date and that is where my biggest obstacle lies.  I no longer live near public transportation or a mecca of meeting places.  I'm out in the suburbs with my family again.  I haven't told my parents that I do online dating.  I don't know that they would approve, so I have avoided the subject altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1305216218090696567?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1305216218090696567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/online-avoidance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1305216218090696567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1305216218090696567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/online-avoidance.html' title='Online Avoidance'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-728732025322856537</id><published>2009-09-20T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:52:23.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarred</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my brother, my father and I resurfaced the driveway.  There were only two spreaders, so I didn't push the tar over the driveway.  My task was to mix it up.  I took a drill with an attachment and stirred it up.  The mixture was thick at the bottom and watery at the top.  Luckily, my younger brother asked if I was wearing nice jeans.   I quickly changed out of them.  While I didn't spill on myself after the first bucket, the second bucket wasn't so kind and I splattered tar all over my ankles and on my birkenstocks.  Thinking a good solution to not getting any more tar on my shoes was not wearing any, I ended the day with tar on my heels.  Tar does not wash off easily.  I was hoping to wear sandals to church today, but that will only work if I can get more off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-728732025322856537?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/728732025322856537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/tarred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/728732025322856537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/728732025322856537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/tarred.html' title='Tarred'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2475219571053464131</id><published>2009-09-19T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:43:09.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>He doesn't want to kiss a woman he isn't serious about.  I'm so not liking this guy anymore.  I'll continue to see him until he realizes that we are just wasting our time.  That or I find some new friends to hang out with.  That is difficult because right now I'm living in suburbia.  And it is difficult to get around suburbia without a car.  Luckily, my younger brother is home for awhile and I can bum rides off of him, but that won't last long.  He is going to move out as soon as he gets a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2475219571053464131?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2475219571053464131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2475219571053464131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2475219571053464131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-6035549884561795076</id><published>2009-09-17T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:19:26.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother Came Home</title><content type='html'>John came home from Oxford and yesterday we went to see the nephews. Tony, the youngest was more attached to his aunt and Ethan played with John. I adore Tony, but Cindy taught him sign language and he has had difficultly learning to speak.  It was cute that he was showing off the signs that he knew.  Unfortunately I can only understand a few of them.   It is frustrating because at two years old, he can only say a handful of words. He can't say Daddy yet. He has vowels down. My name sounds like "ie" instead of what his brother calls me, "Minnie." Now that Ethan can pronounce more things, I told him my name was "Melinda." He looked offended and said, "No. You not Linda, you Minnie!" Too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-6035549884561795076?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/6035549884561795076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brother-came-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6035549884561795076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6035549884561795076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brother-came-home.html' title='My Brother Came Home'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-755321903144202126</id><published>2009-09-16T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:02:31.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost, but not quite</title><content type='html'>My friend, Stephanie, told me I needed to kiss the 25 year old.   I was feeling good about that idea when we went golfing last night until he told me when we reached the driving range that I was his buddy.  That took me back to platonic feelings for the guy.  The verdict isn't out on him quite yet.  Sometimes I'm really attracted to him and sometimes  I just want to be friends.  We'll see.  I received a wink on match.com yesterday.  I emailed the guy, but he didn't respond, so I'm thinking that he isn't really that interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-755321903144202126?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/755321903144202126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-but-not-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/755321903144202126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/755321903144202126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-but-not-quite.html' title='Almost, but not quite'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-4955953806169243171</id><published>2009-09-14T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:55:52.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad</title><content type='html'>The 25 year old is working late tonight, so we probably won't be golfing.  He disappointed me last night by not going to the CES fireside.  I will only go to those if I have a friend going.  Otherwise, I feel old and out of place.&lt;br /&gt;I got a wink today from someone on match.com.  But, I was annoyed.  I tried to instant message him and he didn' respond.  OH well.  It probably wasn't meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-4955953806169243171?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/4955953806169243171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4955953806169243171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/4955953806169243171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sad.html' title='So sad'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3721963321002954424</id><published>2009-09-13T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:17:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lost crush and a total dis</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the Singular Humanitarian BBQ/slideshow.  A group of singles went to Guatemala on a humanitarian effort and were showing pictures and talking about it.  I discovered my fallback crush is dating a friend of mine.  I'm happy for them.  I hope it works out.  I also saw two men that I didn't want to see.  As I was about to leave, one of them came up to ask me what was new.  I tapped his shoulder, said "not much" and walked away.   My best friend Leah loved watching this as she hates the guy with a passion.  He has ignored my instant messages on facebook and not invited me to his parties.  I unfortunately found out about them through pictures and posts on facebook.  Oh well.  I hope he felt a little sting of rejection, but I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3721963321002954424?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3721963321002954424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-crush-and-total-dis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3721963321002954424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3721963321002954424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-crush-and-total-dis.html' title='A lost crush and a total dis'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8154467054265318845</id><published>2009-09-12T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:54:31.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Again</title><content type='html'>Last night, I didn't have plans, so I was settling in watching Grey's Anatomy on my computer when the 25 year old called.  He hadn't planned on getting out of work early, but since he did, he called me.  And we hit balls.  He asked me all kinds of questions to get a better handle on what I liked to do.  In reality, I can easily entertain myself alone.  But when it comes to making plans with other people, I have a hard time coming up with fun things to do.  I think he was sorely disappointed that I'm not terribly outdoorsy.  Oh well.  He can move on and find someone else.  I don't know why he still asks me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8154467054265318845?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8154467054265318845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/golf-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8154467054265318845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8154467054265318845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/golf-again.html' title='Golf Again'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-5214572130896861156</id><published>2009-09-11T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:49:59.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't speak French</title><content type='html'>I substituted today for a French class.  I don't know a thing about French.  I liked the kids for the most part.  I told them straight up though, that I didn't speak French and they could ask each other for help.  It is the first week.  I handed out the books and then had a lot of time to come up with ideas to write about on my other blog.  I wish that I could say there were exciting things happening in my personal life.  The only thing I'm really looking forward to is the latin dancing this weekend.  A group of people took a humanitarian effort to Guatemala and they are showing their pictures and having a BBQ.  Looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-5214572130896861156?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/5214572130896861156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-speak-french.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5214572130896861156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/5214572130896861156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-speak-french.html' title='I don&apos;t speak French'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3933119284353862449</id><published>2009-09-09T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:23:29.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Substituting again...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in between jobs and substituting until I decide on something more permanent.  Again.  It is an easy job that I transition in and out of when I stay with my parents.  It used to make me long for teaching, but not today.  Today and yesterday, I was grateful for leaving the teaching profession.  There was something liberating about not having a contract or responsibility over these teenagers. &lt;br /&gt;I was super disappointed that the 25 year old didn't want to golf yesterday.  He was  working until 10 pm.  I guess there is some tax accountant deadline coming up.  Well, that is what working for one of the top five accounting firms does to a person.  Late hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3933119284353862449?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3933119284353862449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/substituting-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3933119284353862449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3933119284353862449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/substituting-again.html' title='Substituting again...'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8968764795997159912</id><published>2009-09-08T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:52:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to work!</title><content type='html'>I was fired almost two months ago.  It has been a nice vacation.  I'm going back to work today.  I have a substitute teaching assignment at my mother's school.  It will be good to be out and about again.  Although, I'm not sure the day will go smoothly.  In fact, I know it won't.  It is the first day of school and I'm a substitute for a substitute.  The kids won't have books.  I hope I have a class roster.  The teacher is out on maternity leave and her long term sub is taking the first two days off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8968764795997159912?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8968764795997159912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8968764795997159912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8968764795997159912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-to-work.html' title='Off to work!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-455406905902694429</id><published>2009-09-07T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:59:10.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day with the Nephews</title><content type='html'>Today, the folks and I went up to visit the nephews.  My father brought his coveted train set for them.  Little Ethan, quickly welcomed me into his house and showed me his latest and greatest treasure, a trumpet.  He doesn't play it, but rather cherishes it, lovingly snaping open the case and pulling the velvet over the body of the trumpet.  As I carelessly snatch it from the case and start blowing on it, I see my nephew's demeanor change from delight to anguish.  Careful not to upset the balance in the household, I quickly change the topic.  "Ethan, Grandpa brought trains!"  Tony wastes no time in following my father out to the car and before long both boys are entranced by the whistle and smoke emanating from the train set.  It was blissful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-455406905902694429?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/455406905902694429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-with-nephews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/455406905902694429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/455406905902694429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-with-nephews.html' title='Labor Day with the Nephews'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-6024035589132682549</id><published>2009-09-06T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T04:49:04.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much</title><content type='html'>What did I do yesterday?  Sadly, not much.  I watched a funny movie on television, washed my laundry and went to the grocery store.  It is so frustrating to not have a lot of friends nearby.  I hate that I can't drive right now.  It is getting old.  I wish more people understood, but no one who I know has epilepsy and is under driving suspension.  I just wish my parents didn't know about the last episode.  If they didn't, I would probably be driving now.  Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-6024035589132682549?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/6024035589132682549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6024035589132682549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/6024035589132682549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-much.html' title='Not much'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-488110287469683985</id><published>2009-09-05T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:00:38.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfing and a Movie</title><content type='html'>I chose to hang out with the 25 year old last night even though it is going nowhere and I'm not even getting any action.  He's good company.  We went to the driving range again and back to his place for a really lame movie.  However, the ones that he was considering taking me to were late and I'd already seen them.  I'm not a huge fan of watching something twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-488110287469683985?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/488110287469683985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/golfing-and-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/488110287469683985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/488110287469683985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/golfing-and-movie.html' title='Golfing and a Movie'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-390117495187909866</id><published>2009-09-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:08:27.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too bad, so sad</title><content type='html'>Well, Manly Graphite (his screen name) hasn't emailed me again.  He sent me some link about Obama's speech to the children on the first day of school and encouraged me to have my family keep the kids out of school on September 15th.  My nephews aren't even old enough to go to school.  I was a teacher and would be annoyed if my students didn't show up on the first day when they assign books.  Obama is going to encourage them to set goals.  Only two of the questions on the worksheets online seem a little politically motivated.  He is trying to use the children to gain approval.  However, he may no see it that way.  So, Manly and I probably won't hook up.  A Catholic dude from match.com emailed me again.  He doesn't drink or smoke, so that is good.  I'm kind of sick of dating.  I'll send him an email today, but I don't know what to do with his interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-390117495187909866?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/390117495187909866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-bad-so-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/390117495187909866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/390117495187909866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-bad-so-sad.html' title='Too bad, so sad'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-7085405819621868856</id><published>2009-09-03T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:53:30.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I am annoyed that the 25 year old calls me and wants to spontaneously do things all the time.  I have a life and I do make plans.  I don't feel like I should drop what I'm doing just to go on a walk or to the driving range or a movie with this guy.  If he was seriously interested in me (and he has made the comment that he isn't), he would schedule something in advance.  So, why do I put up with the last minute games.  It seems like such a waste of my time.  I guess my alternative is reading or watching television, so I go along with him.  But, still.  I need someone who respects my time more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-7085405819621868856?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/7085405819621868856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/officially-over-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7085405819621868856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/7085405819621868856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/officially-over-him.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2060364457815395385</id><published>2009-09-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:37:13.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Facebook Interest</title><content type='html'>I added someone on facebook called Manly Graphite.  I have no idea who this is.  It doesn't even sound like a real name.  Maybe I'll google him.  They'll probably just pull up the facebook profile.  I sent him an email thanking him for adding me as a friend, but that I had no idea who he was.  He told me that he was talking to our mutual friend and my picture or a comment caught his interest and that he decided to "take a chance."  I doubt this will go anywhere.  I'm not big on long distance dating.  I have no idea what state he is in.  He used the term aloha, but I noticed that he went to BYU Hawaii for his undergrad.  His graduate degree was from a school in Texas.  Interesting...maybe there is potential.  Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2060364457815395385?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2060364457815395385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-facebook-interest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2060364457815395385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2060364457815395385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-facebook-interest.html' title='Another Facebook Interest'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1991360407361420836</id><published>2009-09-01T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:58:23.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute</title><content type='html'>The 25 year old called me up and wanted to do something last night.  He doesn't stand a chance with me if he is calling at the last minute. While I might make time for him to go to the driving range, I can't get excited about a lasting relationship with someone who has put the friends label on it.  I think he is under the impression that there is a possibility in the future, but not after you tell the girl you want to be friends.  Emotionally she will just move on.  He didn't try to kiss me, which is fine because he told me that he only wants to be friends.  He is a good distraction.  But, he gets too excited about seeing deer in Northern Virginia.  He tried to hit them with the golf balls.  Of course he missed.  For some reason, he was shocked that they didn't get scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1991360407361420836?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1991360407361420836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1991360407361420836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1991360407361420836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-minute.html' title='Last minute'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-1542697388511529958</id><published>2009-08-31T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:51:49.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing, writing and more writing</title><content type='html'>I try to keep this blog mostly about my experiences in the internet dating world.  However, from time to time, I do have dry spells.  Yeah, three guys emailed me over the weekend, but I couldn't get excited about any of them.  So, I blog.  And then I twitter.  And then I write articles.  Being unemployed stinks.  But, the beauty of the internet is that there is instant access to moneymaking opportunities.  Some are lame and multilevel marketing schemes.  Some are just set up to teach you how to make money online.  In the end, most people have learned a lot about making money, but they fail in the follow through.  They don't end up making money because they never apply the techniques.  It does take action, folks.  You are going to have to do something.  No matter how automated they say their process is, they wouldn't need you to market it if there weren't some required action.  My latest and greatest venture is article writing.  I've submitted articles to ezinearticles.com and hubpages.  I really like hubpages because you can pump out an article and get it published immediately.  I have been plagiarized.  It was my second article and the loser copied it word for word!  Really?!  You couldn't have even changed the personal experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-1542697388511529958?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/1542697388511529958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/writing-writing-and-more-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1542697388511529958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/1542697388511529958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/writing-writing-and-more-writing.html' title='Writing, writing and more writing'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-37861249755696581</id><published>2009-08-30T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:59:37.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a nice email</title><content type='html'>Rachel was so kind.  She told me she would definately call my brother and have him take her flying because she wants to be a pilot and hopes he doesn't mind if she tags along with his salsa dancing and volleyball expeditions.  It could be a match made in heaven.  But, I think she may be too intense and smart for him.  I really can't handle my friends dating my brothers, so I am indifferent.  If they hit it off, great, if not that's fine too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-37861249755696581?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/37861249755696581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-nice-email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/37861249755696581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/37861249755696581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-nice-email.html' title='Such a nice email'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-2976006326843683661</id><published>2009-08-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:36:24.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we feel the need to play matchmaker?</title><content type='html'>I don't think that my older brother needs to date my friend Rachel. I'm not sure he's into someone so much more athletic than himself. And yet, after she moved to San Francisco, I gave her my brother's number and told her he'd probably be willing to take her flying if she ever wanted to try taking airplane controls. Rob has a pilot's license and goes up whenever he has the time and wants to spend the money on gas. I'm sure he'd be nice to Rachel as she is friends with myself and my younger brother. I actually know that my older brother hates set ups, so when I notified him that I'd given out his number to a friend, I mentioned that I didn't think they'd make a great match but she is a fun person to hang out with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-2976006326843683661?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/2976006326843683661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-we-feel-need-to-play-matchmaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2976006326843683661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/2976006326843683661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-we-feel-need-to-play-matchmaker.html' title='Why do we feel the need to play matchmaker?'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-3692431375072575441</id><published>2009-08-28T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:15:58.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More emails from match</title><content type='html'>One guy got to the point right away.  His initial email to me was simply, "Is height a deal breaker?"  I emailed him back that it wasn't and received another response from him.  He is all the way out in Chantilly and it is just up in the air with that. &lt;br /&gt;Another guy asked me for a drink.  I'm Mormon.  I don't drink coffee or alcohol.  When I simply replied that I didn't drink.  He asked if I wanted to have coffee with him.  Our emails were political.  While he is kind of cute, I'm still stuck with the dilemma of how to meet someone when I don't drive there and don't want my parents to know I'm dating strange men I meet online.  It probably won't happen.  But I have other things to do.  Like find a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-3692431375072575441?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/3692431375072575441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-emails-from-match.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3692431375072575441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/3692431375072575441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-emails-from-match.html' title='More emails from match'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7114074360631336303.post-8334152116323202564</id><published>2009-08-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:14:29.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw the Nephews Yesterday</title><content type='html'>My nephews came down yesterday to go swimming.  We had a great time.  Tony, the one who doesn't talk yet is much more aware than I give him credit.  He noticed me eating a cookie and asked for one using the sign lanugage my sister taught him.  I saw him sign and asked my sister.  She gave me a patronizing look.  "What are you eating?  It's the sign for cookie.  He wants what you have."  Of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7114074360631336303-8334152116323202564?l=melindacurle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/feeds/8334152116323202564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/saw-nephews-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8334152116323202564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7114074360631336303/posts/default/8334152116323202564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindacurle.blogspot.com/2009/08/saw-nephews-yesterday.html' title='Saw the Nephews Yesterday'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792554591230646212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
