tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62206835791794158982024-03-04T22:09:23.009-08:00Revision Makes PerfectMelissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-63961563811492260052014-12-12T14:27:00.000-08:002014-12-12T14:27:25.023-08:00Friday Fave- 12.12.14Not only am I excited because it's Friday (and I don't have to work this weekend), but this is also my first Friday link-up! So let's get into it.<br />
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Today is my library branch's Christmas party. This is my first one attending since I missed it last year so I am kinda sorta really excited. The best thing about my job (besides access to tons of books) are my coworkers. So it'll definitely be fun to hang out with them for a bit.<br />
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My husband and I have been doing a Harry Potter/Christmas movie marathon throughout the week. I'm happy for a free weekend to fit in more movies.<br />
Also, I haven't watched the HP movies in yeeaaars so it has been great seeing all of those again. They were so young in the first one, and then that hair in the 4th one. Oh my.<br />
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Sigmund Freud humor is the best, especially when shared with your best friend.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>{four}</b></span></span><br />
I miss Zoella and Alfie's vlogs and Sunday videos. Just saying.<br />
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I have yet to do ANY Christmas shopping. A+ Procrastination.<br />
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I hope everyone has a good weekend! <br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-59819745127516670812014-12-03T10:30:00.002-08:002014-12-03T10:30:33.198-08:00I Am a Wife With Two SpousesYep, you read that right. I have two spouses.<br />
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One of my spouses makes me laugh whenever I'm around him whether I am mad or sad. He is an amazing person with a big heart, especially for animals. He likes the Ninja Turtles and can give you a whole explanation why the new Star Wars movies are horrible compared to the old ones ("They're classics!") And without a doubt, he is the strongest person I know.<br />
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My second spouse is mean and he is relentless. He hates pizza and salad, and is very picky with any other foods he eats. He can turn any day into a bad one and will even attack in public. The worst part is my first spouse and I have to deal with him for life.<br />
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He is Crohn's Disease and Ulcerative Colitis. <br />
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<br />My husband was diagnosed in 2008, shortly before I met him. In the summer of 2013, he was admitted into the hospital for a week and half because of complications.<br />
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<br />From his prospective, he could give you every in and out of what it is like to live with a chronic disease that any one walking past him on the street wouldn't be able to see just by looking at him.<br />
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But from my perspective, I just see my husband in pain from the time he wakes up to the time he goes to bed.<br />
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Every meal has to be carefully chosen and prepared because there are so many things that could make him ill if he eats them.<br />
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Going to work or going any place for that matter is a big deal especially if he is having a flare up.<br />
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His joints ache constantly and he isn't able to do as much as he wants or would like to.<br />
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He takes an array of different medications that are constantly being changed or altered, added to or subtracted from. Most of these medications are not cheap and are not covered under many insurance plans INCLUDING Obamacare. This means that under any insurance plan, adequate treatment can still cause a patient to fall into debt.<br />
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The hardest part?<br />
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There is no cure. He can be in remission, making his symptoms less noticeable. But for the rest of his life, he will always have Crohn's and Ulcerative Colitis.<br />
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As a wife, this is a hard reality. You want to make it better. You want to stop the pain or make what he wants for dinner. You want to live a day without fear of hospital stays or surgery. You want HIM to live a day without this same fear. You want him to be able to go out and live a normal life without the anxiety. But that's not possible.<br />
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And the saddest part is many people don't know what Crohn's or Colitis is even though at least 700,000 Americans, if not more, suffer from this each day.<br />
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I write this post not only for my husband and those who suffer with him, but for the people who have no clue what this disease is or how it affects the people who have been diagnosed.<br />
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December 1 through 7 is Crohn's Awareness Week, and I challenge you, dear readers, to become aware and learn about this disease and the lives that it affects.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><b>You can learn more about Crohns and Colitis <a href="http://www.ccfa.org/" target="_blank">here</a>.</b></span><br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-2931929943145155172014-11-29T16:00:00.000-08:002014-11-29T16:00:05.551-08:00The Story of my Pets (Update)<span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, hello there lovelies. </span></span><br />
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Since I'm off work this weekend and spending time at home with the hubby and our "zoo," I thought it'd be a good day to catch everyone up to speed on our little family of animals and there stories. Because everyone loves cute and fuzzy animals, right?<br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">Prudence</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Prudence is our 4 year old beagle/rat terrier mix. I adopted her from the humane society as just a small pup. She is the sweetest dog ever and definitely loves to eat. And she is a BIG cuddler. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rosey</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Rosey is a 1 and a half year old yorkie. She was given to Sean by a friend when his Crohn's was really out of control and he had to stay in the hospital for over a week. We call her "angel pup." She is sweet but definitely as sassy one. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">Zues</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Zues is our newest addition. He is a 7 month old Dorkie (yorkie/dachshund). A coworker of Sean's mom couldn't keep him so she was going to surrender him to a shelter. Obviously being the animal lovers we are, we couldn't let that happen. Two days after we had him, he fell really ill and we took him to the vet. It turns out he had parvo. He was hospitalized for 4 days until finally the vet decided he was homesick and couldn't make him eat because of it. So, they released him on outpatient care. That night, he ate and we knew he was going to make it. To this day, he is the silliest, most playful pup. </span></span> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">Augustus (Gus)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">We bought Gus at Petsmart a few months ago and he was a semi-impulse purchase. Our hamster Hera had died and we went to get a new hamster but we walked out with him instead. Gus thinks he's a dog. At first we were worried about not buying him in a pair since guinea pigs usually do better with a buddy, but Gus is absolutely happy with his dog friends. Whenever any of the pets come up to the cage, he sticks his nose out and wheeks and wheeks. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hercules</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Hercules is our little syrian hamster. We went into Petsmart for a Guinea pig bowl, and walked out with him, only because he was the cutest thing ever. He has a marking on his back that kind of looks like a lightning bolt too. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dexter </span></span><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">He is a blue and purplish beta named after the television character. I can't get a picture of him because he is a fast swimmer.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<br />Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-84918926204534340502014-11-28T15:06:00.002-08:002014-11-28T15:14:27.853-08:00How Thanksgiving Was Different For Me As a Newlywed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This Thanksgiving was my first one as a wife. <i>A wife. </i>That's still weird, but exciting to say.<br />
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Our holiday followed the same routine as last year. We went to Sean's grandparents' house for a couple hours, then Sean had to work (which is no fun), and I relaxed at home with the pups. But this year just felt different. <br />
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This year, I wanted us to create our own traditions and lay down our own roots. I wanted something special, that we could continue for years to come.<br />
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Some traditions I've seen are cooking a favorite dish to bring to the family Thanksgiving, buying an ornament to represent something special that happened each year, watching a certain movie, or putting up the tree on a certain day. <br />
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This year, we decided since Sean worked this Thanksgiving and most holidays, we would celebrate our very own separate holiday on Saturday. We will cook a small Thanksgiving-like meal, put up our tree, and watch our favorite Christmas movies. This is something we could do the Saturday after Thanksgiving, every year.<br />
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Call me a nerd, but this is one of the most exciting things I've ever done. I love the idea of traditions and starting our own. It is definitely one of my favorite things about being married, and it's even more fun when the person you're married to is your best friend and shares the same value as you.<br />
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<br />Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-53469842944815111032014-11-18T00:29:00.002-08:002014-11-18T00:29:54.790-08:00Follow Me On Bloglovin'<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/3944447/?claim=4cjn3qghqvr">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-50722439944738716482013-06-08T21:22:00.002-07:002013-06-08T21:22:30.356-07:00InfiniteExactly three weeks ago I graduated from college.<br />
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My name was called and I walked up the platform. With a nervous smile, I shook hands with the president of my university, and then after a few more handshakes, I exited the stage a college graduate.<br />
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I never thought I would experience a dream come true, <b>but I did</b>.<br />
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That day was a blur. It was raining, but somehow the gloom seemed as light as if the sun were out. Like it was just a blanket covering us graduates to provide a little security as we crossed into the next chapter of our lives.<br />
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When the class of 2013 was permitted to exit, I spotted my mom in the crowd. Her smile is really the only vivid thing I can remember. The second is when my best friend, roommate, <i>sister, </i>looked at me as she was returning to her chair and mouthed the words, <b>"we did it."</b><br />
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But, it was my mom's smile that made the whole day worth while, because I earned that degree for her. As I exited the stadium, I held up my degree, looked up at her, and cheesed like the little girl I know I would always be to her.<br />
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Now, three weeks later, I have my own apartment (except the remainder of my roommate's belongings) and a different life I'm very much in the process of navigating. In a week, my roommate will be coming back to pack up the rest of her things and move hundreds of miles away, the furthest we've been in 4 years. It's strange to me how a stranger can come into one's life and become such a vital part. Even though I know it's just a "see you later," my roommate has been my family since I left St. Louis. She's been there for the colds, the break-ups, the bad grades, the good ones, the falling in love, the Walmart trips, and so much more. Like I said, she became my sister and no matter how far apart we are, that will always bridge the distance. <b>I'm sure of it. </b><br />
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So, I sit here, looking around at what my life has become in three short weeks. I contemplate where to hang my degree. What books should go on what shelf. What pictures to put in frames. I purchase furniture and watch as this apartment grows into my home. A piece of myself goes into every decision.<br />
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The vastness of it is scary yes, but it is the most free I have ever felt. I could literally do anything right now. Who knows where I will be in another three weeks, or a month, or a year. I could have a new job and be falling in love.<br />
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As irrelevant as it sounds, I'm often reminded of "The Perks of Being a Wallflower." The night my roommate and I left the theater, she looked at me and asked, "So, what is your infinite moment so far?" and I couldn't answer, until now.<br />
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It was the moment I looked up at my mom, like I have done so many times throughout my life, and held up that degree. It was the moment when I gave her the goofiest grin I could because I knew she watched me grow up in those seconds that I crossed the stage. It was in that moment when a grin was the biggest "thank you" I could muster through tears.<br />
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It was the moment, I was<b> infinite</b>.Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-15662613062748191122013-02-04T10:33:00.002-08:002013-02-04T10:33:31.614-08:00Once Upon a Time, I Actually Did Something Over the WeekendYes, you heard it here first. <br />
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I, Melissa, actually went out this weekend. And, it was a blast. This may or may not go against my being antisocial lately. <br />
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Went on a fun errand run with one of my best friends, Alayna. I needed groceries and she needed supplies for a project she's doing with her class. This resulted in a conversation with a model who worked at Home Depot named Rob. Okay, he wasn't a model but he might as well have been. And when a man who looks like a God is talking about fishing and manly things, you can't help but be all hot and bothered. Am I right?<br />
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Our errand run ended with a stop into Petsmart where they were having an adoption thing. And oh jeez, I almost adopted one. His name was Jet and he was a Jack Russell and Rat Terrier mix. I seriously fell in love. But adopting a dog without my roommate's consent and the whole money thing kinda stopped me. I hope he got adopted.<br />
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{Sorry, for the blurry picture. He was skirming}<br />
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Saturday night, I got all dolled up to visit with my old landlords/friends who I just love. A simple dinner turned into an awesome girls' night. <br />
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First, I cooked some red beans and rice while sipping white wine. I have never had white wine and after trying it, I don't know why. It was yummy. <br />
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Oh, and not to mention. These girls got to entertain me while I cooked...<br />
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After dinner, the six of us went out to Ellis Park ( a horse racing park/casino) to have some drinks and gamble. Now, I am not a gambler... I lost my ten bucks (oh, yeah I know biiiig risk taker) and spent the rest of my night watching the others gamble and drinking. Speaking of drinking...<br />
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I <em>thought </em>I wasn't a beer drinker, but lately I've had a taste for them. I tried Bud Black Crown and I usually hate darker-ish beers but this was good. <br />
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Sunday, I worked and then relaxed and did homework while snuggling with my Prudy-bear.<br />
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Today, I am linking up with <a href="http://mpirical.blogspot.ca/2013/01/random-thursday-top-5-worst-tv-shows.html" target="_blank">Em</a>,<a href="http://www.linnysvault.com/2013/01/random-thursday-top-5-worst-tv-shows.html" target="_blank"> Lin</a>, and <a href="http://www.youremeaghanmecrazy.com/2013/01/random-thursday-top-5-worst-tv-shows.html" target="_blank">Meg</a> for a looong overdue dish of some Random Thursday. <br />
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<strong>Top 5 Worst T.V Shows</strong><br />
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We all know television has had some doozies. Not every show can be F.R.I.E.N.D.S or How I met Your Mother (We all know those are my faves). So, which 5 do I deem the worst?<br />
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<strong><em>Teen Mom 2</em></strong><br />
Okay, I am guilty of watching this show. I really, really am. It's addicting. But it's soooo dumb! I mean some of the choices these girls make should not be televised. But like I said, I watch it sometimes. Not religiously. But sometimes. <br />
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<strong>{Two}</strong><br />
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<strong><em>Here Comes Honey Boo Boo</em></strong><br />
No... just no. Stop that right now. <br />
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<strong><em>Anything Kardashian related</em></strong><br />
STOP giving these people t.v shows. I BEG you, please<br />
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<strong><em>Secret Life</em></strong><br />
Just the commercials for this show makes me gag. I'm guilty for watching my fair share teen dramas *cough* obsession over One Tree Hill *cough* But this doesn't even have good plots. The acting is bad, the writing is bad. It's just bad and cheesy and over the top. <br />
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<strong><em>Buckwild</em></strong><br />
This had potential to be a good show. Country kids are fun and interesting. But this just turned out to be trashy. None of the guys are hot. The girls are annoying. It just doesn't work. <br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-21520943230129721832013-01-30T13:11:00.001-08:002013-01-30T13:11:40.226-08:00A Day in My LifeHey everyone!<br />
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So floating around the blogoshere is a challenge where you document your day by taking one photo every hour from the time you wake up until the time you go to sleep. It looked fun so here is my "Day in the Life." I documented this past Monday since it was my day off. Enjoy :)<br />
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Note: Since I only get one day off a week, I will warn you this might bore you. just sayin'<br />
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<strong>Monday January 28, 2013:</strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">8 a.m- Up and dressed for class. I will not leave the hhouse without coffee. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">9 a.m- Victorian Literature. We're reading North and South</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10 a.m- Work Study. Unpacking books received in the mail. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11 a.m- Still at work study... </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">12 to 2 p.m- Usually at 1 I have my humor writing class, but it was cancelled. So for two hours I did homework and read blogs. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2 pm- Senior Sem wooo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3 pm- Waiting for the bus</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4pm- Cleaning my room</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">5 p.m- In order to do laundry, I had to go to the gas station and bargain for quarters. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">6p.m- Cleaned Ted's fish tank while waiting for my friend Alayna to come over</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7 p.m- How I Met Your Mother!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">8pm- Time to fold and hang up allll that laundry</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">9 pm- made a late dinner for the roomie and I</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10 p.m- The Daily Show</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11 pm- F.R.I.E.N.D.S and homework</td></tr>
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-32867222642683293462013-01-29T08:54:00.000-08:002013-01-29T08:54:35.364-08:00Tuesday TenLinking up again with <a href="http://www.linnysvault.com/2013/01/ten-on-tuesday_29.html" target="_blank">Lin</a> and <a href="http://www.heyambernicole.com/2013/01/10-on-tuesday_29.html" target="_blank">Amber</a> for Ten on Tuesday. Join in!<br />
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<strong>One</strong><br />
How I Met Your Mother was a repeat last night. I was not happy.<br />
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Catfish was a new episode. Honestly, I think it's awesome that they feature gay couples too. And Nev is just uber cute.<br />
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Yesterday was my only day off of the week and I would say that I was productive. You'll get to see my day off hour by hour tomorrow!<br />
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I have a 2500 creative non-fiction piece due tomorrow which I haven't even started. Procrastination rules my life. <br />
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<strong>Five</strong><br />
For my media class, I have to write and film a public service announcement. My topis is pet adoption. You beeter believe I will be staying away from Sarah Mclaughlin music... I wanna make it funny but sweet. Any suggestions? What would YOU want to see in a pet adoption ad?<br />
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My outline for my novel is being workshopped in class tomorrow... I think I'm going to pee myself. <br />
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<strong>Seven</strong><br />
It's official... I'm a Hoosier. I got my state I.D last week. <br />
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<strong>Eight</strong><br />
I swear I have been the most anti-social person ever lately. The only person I have wanted anything to do with lately is my roommate and that's only because I live with her. No clue what my deal is. <br />
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<strong>Nine</strong><br />
I think being single makes people try harder. I swear if I was in a relationship right now, I'd be sitting here in sweats and no make up. But nope, I woke up this morning and tried. That should be our motto.... <em>single people, we try!</em><br />
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This song has been stuck in my head all week...<br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-75320193329072687752013-01-28T11:15:00.003-08:002013-01-28T11:15:54.214-08:00The Nitty-Gritty<br />
Hello lovelies,<br />
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So, this weekend as usual I mostly worked. I can't wait for the days when I actually do stuff on the weekends. <br />
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Friday night, however, my roommate and I made quesidillas and rented "Pitch Perfect" which I was actually impressed with. I was worried it was going to be a "Glee" knock-off, but I was pretty impressed. And who knew that chick from Twilight could sing? <br />
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Nevertheless, if you haven't seen it, I give it my stamp of approval. <br />
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But aside from that, my weekend was spent working, catching up on sleep, and doing a lot of life evaluating. </div>
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See, I've always had a plan. Always. it's weird NOT to have one. So with graduation three months away, the fact that I don't have a plan is freaking me out. I'm scared to even look at my resume. There's a lot I need to address. </div>
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In an ideal world, I would be able to keep the apartment I'm in now. I love my apartment. But in order to keep it, I would need to either find a new roommate (which, don't think I sound super anti-social, but I want to try my hand at living <strong>completely </strong>on my own), or make more money (obviously). I would love to keep that place nad take the master bedroom and make my old room into a guest room/office. It would just be awesome. But, because I have to be realistic, I've started looking into one bedrooms around town. Sad part is, I'm not even fully convinced I want to stay here. I mean, it is more convenient to stay in this city for another year, but I feel like it may get a bit lonely with my friends being gone and family far away. But for now, the plan is to stay here for another year. </div>
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I really need to man up and start getting aggressive here. I will admit, I am holding myself back. I could easily sart networking and sending out my stuff. I already found out about jobs available at a local magazine, but I haven't jumped on the opportunity. Because I'm human, I will admit there is a fear of rejection. What if after years of working on my writing and dedicating my life to it, it's not good enough? What if my resume impresses no one? It's a scary world out there...</div>
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These a BIG questions. And BIG decisions. It's all just new territory that I need to face no matter how scary it is. But i know I'm going to come out okay in the end. Life has a way of working itself out and even though this chapter of my life is terrifying, it's exciting and an adventure. I really can't wait to jump into it. And no matter where I am this time next year, I know it's gonna be great and I'm gonna be happy. </div>
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Today, since it is my day off, I have been doing the photo-an-hour challenge which will be up either tomorrow with my 10 on Tuesday or Wednesday. Also, I will be doing a vlog, yes, a vlog, tour of my apartment since after 6 months I have yet to show that off. </div>
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Good things are coming, so be excited :)</div>
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p.s Just a small update: Thank you to everyone who kept my cousin in their prayers. If you don't know what happened, get caught up <a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2013/01/prayers-needed.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>. She is now home from the hospital and healing nicely. Her and her fiance are going to name the twins once she's recovered. </div>
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-22656293686875031572013-01-25T09:39:00.003-08:002013-01-25T09:39:41.914-08:00Luke Bryan Shook It For Me... Hey ya'll,<br />
I'm a little late getting this post up, but better late than never right? <br />
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Last Thursday, Luke Bryan, Thompson Square, and Florida Georgia Line were here in good ol' southern Indiana and you know I couldn't miss that. <br />
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So here are some pics from the show...<br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-23299937421166689772013-01-24T10:11:00.004-08:002013-01-24T10:11:53.705-08:00If I Were a Boy...<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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Today I am linking up with <a href="http://www.livinginyellow.com/" target="_blank">Erin</a> and <a href="http://www.agirlnamedgay.com/" target="_blank">Gay</a> for "If I Were a Boy." Seriously, what girl hasn't asked herself this question?</div>
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So what if I, Melissa, were a boy?<br />
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I would eat anything at any time and not feel ashamed. Like seriously, pizza galore! My house would be constructed of pizza boxes and beer cans. <br />
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And I would shake it... <strong>all. the. time.</strong> <br />
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Bacon and I would be besties. <br />
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Annnd, I would be awesome. <br />
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That's all folks. What would you be like if you were a boy? Go link up!<br />
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<br />Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-46563427256170153112013-01-18T19:49:00.001-08:002013-01-18T19:49:34.779-08:00Prayers Needed<p>Hey lovelies, <br>
I don't usually do this kinda thing but, if you pray, please think of my cousin and her fiance. She fell down a flight of stairs at 7 months pregnant. She was rushed to labor and delivery... her twin boys didn't make it. This is a rough time for them and our family. These boys were miracle babies after 2 miscarriages. Please keep my cousin, her fiance, and their other kids in your thoughts. </p>
<p>Rest in peace, sweet angels.</p>
<p>XO,<br>
Melissa </p>
Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-53841445016069029872013-01-18T10:50:00.000-08:002013-01-18T10:50:46.527-08:00Gettin' a Little Personal...Hey lovelies!<br />
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So last night I went to the Luke bryan concert and it was AWESOME! I'll have pictures of that for you next week...<br />
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But today, I wanted to sit down and get a little personal. <br />
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Here is a little sense of where I have come from before this point... (If you atually look back at these, kudos to you!)<br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2010/06/mistakes.html" target="_blank">June 2010</a><br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2010/08/wo-up.html" target="_blank">August 2010</a><br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2011/02/stepping-up-to-life-challenges.html" target="_blank">February 2011</a><br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-i-am-now.html" target="_blank">May 2011</a><br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2011/05/endings-beginnings-and-road-to.html" target="_blank">May 2011-2</a><br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2011/07/cleaning-up-my-act.html" target="_blank">July 2011</a><br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2011/10/warning-vent-ahead.html" target="_blank">October 2011</a><br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-lifelong-battle.html" target="_blank">April 2012</a><br />
<a href="http://revisionmakesperfect.blogspot.com/2012/05/letter-to-myself.html" target="_blank">May 2012</a><br />
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Now...<br />
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Everyone has a past. Whether you are proud of that past or would like to leave it behind, it still exists no matter what, and that's just the way life goes. And no matter what, that past is always a part of who you are at this very moment. BUT, what I've learned is just because that past has helped shaped you, doesn't mean that it <em>is </em>you.<br />
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<strong>You are not your past. </strong><br />
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This thought has been sticking with me lately. Anyone who knows me or has been reading this blog knows that part of my life and what it has meant for me throughout the very defining years of my college career.<br />
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There are only 3 and a half months left of this crazy ride and honestly, it's a little daunting. College was the best decision I ever made. It showed me that I could be independent and that, even though, I allowed myself to get wrapped up in some not-so-great choices, here I am. And it's all been worth it. <br />
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But what comes next?<br />
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College got me out of place that wasn't good for me. 3 and half years ago, my father and his alcohol abuse controlled every step I took and every thought I had. And now here I am. Something I haven't shared here yet, is this past December, I decided it was time to take that final step and cut my dad out of my life. I have adjusted to the mind set that I don't have a father. Was it hard? Yep. But it was the most freeing thing I have ever done. One month later.... and it's still okay. <br />
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Point is, my past made me who I am today. But it is not <em>me</em>. <br />
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I am not my father's shortcomings. <br />
I am not my mom's mistakes. <br />
I am not a product of a broken home. <br />
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I am a girl who snorts when she laughs too hard. <br />
I am a girl who talks to her dog like she's a kid.<br />
I talk in my sleep, and cry during Harry Potter movies. <br />
I have clothes all over my bedroom floor, and own more pairs of flip flops than I do actual shoes. <br />
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When you step away from your "past" it's your choice to let it follow you or to make it memory. <br />
You can let it overtake you or you can cast it aside and let it make you a better person. It is that fight and that choice that sets you apart from the "victims" and makes you a "survivor."<br />
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I've written quite a few posts similar to this, but what makes this post any different?<br />
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The girl sitting here has self-esteem and loves herself. <br />
She laughs and actually means it. <br />
She is single because she doesn't need to be in a relationship with some crap guy because the void she was trying to fill isn't there anymore. She is fine with being with herself, until the option comes along to <em>choose </em>who will complement her life, rather than who she will settle for. <br />
She is 3 months away from a <strong>college degree</strong>-- the first in her family. <br />
She went from being dependent on her friends and her boyfriend to being completely self-sufficient.<br />
She looks in the mirror and likes what she sees. <br />
She is <strong>beautiful</strong>. <br />
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Your past does not make you any better or any less than anyone else. It's what you choose to do with it that makes you the person you are. My past is not worse than yours and I have not lived a harder life than any of you. A life is just a life, but it's what you do with it that separates you from everyone else. <br />
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<em><strong>I am not my past. I am my future. </strong></em><br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-87833466526151440062013-01-11T10:05:00.000-08:002013-01-11T10:05:01.065-08:00Because Everyone Has an Opinion...Hey beautiful bloggers and Happy friday!<br />
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Okay, so I don't usually write posts like this but because the real world is just around the corner, I've been thinking a lot more about my career as a writer and how blogging may or may not fit into that. <br />
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I love to blog, so no matter how it fits into my career, I think one way or another, I will always be blogging in some way or form. <br />
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But where should <em>this </em>blog go?<br />
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This is where <strong>you </strong>come in! I would really love and appreciate some feedback. My main concerns are:<br />
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<li>my blog's appearance and layout... does it work?</li>
<li>Is the content of my blog enjoyable to read? </li>
<li>What things would you as a reader like to see more of? What would you like to see less of?</li>
<li>Do I have a good balance between link ups and more personal writing? </li>
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And any other comments would be nice! Oh, and give me some honest criticism. I don't need anything sugar coated. <br />
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You can leave any comments or suggestions as a comment, or if you'd prefer it to be private, just shoot me an email at <a href="mailto:melissadawn90@gmail.com">melissadawn90@gmail.com</a>!<br />
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Thanks! And I hope you all have an amazing weekend!<br />
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XO,<br />
Melly NelMelissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-7271332602581018842013-01-10T10:32:00.000-08:002013-01-10T10:32:15.496-08:00While I Was Gone....Hello all you sexy studmuffins!<br />
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There I go making comparisons with food again....<br />
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Let's move on shall we? <br />
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As you know, I was gone from the blogging world for a few weeks (not by choice due to lack of internet during my school break). So, what was I up to for 3 weeks? Let me tell you...<br />
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First off, my break was mostly NOT exciting at all. About 90% of it was sleeping and working while trying to get over a nasty head cold. And 100% of it was spent taking some me time and doing a lot of thinking (which was really refreshing but still not exactly blog worthy).<br />
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One major exciting thing that did happen is my best friend/roommate got married! It was a beautiful, Christmas-inspired ceremony on the 21st. So while everyone was agonizing (ha, yeah right) over the end of the world, I was watching one of the biggest moments in my best friend's life. <br />
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It was an exciting adventure to begin with. One of my other close friends and I decided to make it a road trip, and since the drive from southern Indiana to central Indiana is the most boring thing on the face of the planet, we had to make it interesting. How'd we do that? Oh, by getting lost of course. <br />
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...The ceremony was set to start at 6:30 and we walked through the doors at 6:28. Talk about a close call. Nevertheless, we made it and it was amazing. <br />
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Then because I had to work at 8 a.m the next day, we spent the night driving back. How did we stay awake? Oh, by reading random Google facts about vaginas. <br />
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On a more serious note, (because vaginas aren't serious enough?) I used my vacation away from the world as a way of doing some major self-evaluation. I was alone for most of break. My parents couldn't make it to Christmas and I was sick New Years so I didn't even try to make plans. <br />
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But as far as Christmas, as you can imagine, I was pretty devasted. But I had some pretty awesome people come through with little Christmas things for me and I've never been so grateful in my life. After 3 weeks alone with just myself, I learned a lot and oddly enough, it was some of the best weeks of my life. I got to come to terms with everything that happened in 2012 and all of the people I have lost throughout the year. Truth be told, I have NEVER felt stronger. Right now, I am the happiest and mostcontent with myself than I have been in a loooong time. Even more odd to say is I'm happy everything that happened did and I'm glad the people who walked away did so. My life has never been better because of it. And the people I have right now? I know they are the ones that are REAL and that is something I'll never take for granted. <br />
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So, here I am in 2013 with graduation 4 months away and I have never felt more motivated in my entire life. So, things are great. I'm about to start working a novel (eeeek!), I have a job opportunity for a local magazine here in town, annnd I'm back here blogging. <br />
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Life is good :)<br />
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I hope you all are having amazing weeks!<br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-88427350207745984802013-01-09T10:08:00.000-08:002013-01-09T10:08:41.351-08:00Guess Who's Baaaack... and No, It's Not Slim ShadyHey Lovelies!<br />
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It has definitely been awhile since I've sat in front of a computer and spent some time with ya'll. I have definitely missed, and am super happy to be back. <br />
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I know I owe you all a recap of what I did over my hiatus [which is coming soon!] but for my first post back, I thought I'd start the new year off right with one of my favorite link-ups, Ten on Tuesday. So, go on over to <a href="http://www.linnysvault.com/" target="_blank">Linny's Vault</a> and check her out! Also, go check out the other host of this awesome link-up, <a href="http://www.glitter-and-dirt.com/" target="_blank">Amber</a>!<br />
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<strong>{One}</strong><br />
School has started back up and for some reason, this semester I have a whole new attitude. Last semester, I kinda sorta stopped caring about school.... I mean, I cared, I was just very unmotivated. BUT I guess having only four months left has snapped me out of that. I actually stayed up until 2 a.m last night WILLINGLY doing homework.<br />
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<strong>{Two}</strong><br />
Okay, so How I Met Your Mother? I know I'm late with this, but how frigging cute was the last episode!? I won't spoil it, but oh gosh, it was just amazing! Annnd is anyone else happy they're coming back for a 9th season?<br />
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On another television note, over break I got sucked into a new show. Now, I hate reality television. It's just not my thing BUT I have fallen in love with the show, Catfish on MTV. Don't ask me why. For those who don't know, it's like a documentary spin off series about people who fall in love online and that person on the other side of the screen who may or may not be exactly who you thought they were. It's definitely interesting and Nev, the host, is just adorable. <br />
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<strong>{Four}</strong><br />
Since giving up soda, I have lost 15 pounds. Um, celebration yes?<br />
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My sister turned 30 yesterday! It's crazy. <br />
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<strong>{Six}</strong><br />
Has anyone seen the video for Taylor Swift's new single "I Knew You Were Trouble"? Was anyone else like, What. The. Hell. <br />
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<strong>{Seven}</strong><br />
So, on Instagram I saw people posting something for the new year that I thought was really cool. You take a jar and everytime something good happens throughout the year, you write something good on a slip of paper and put it in the jar. Yeah, I jumped on that bandwagon. <br />
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<strong>{Eight}</strong><br />
All the snow has melted, and now I hate winter. Who likes that muddy, cold, ugly brown grass scenery anyway?<br />
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<strong>{Nine}</strong><br />
Man, I'm sleepy...<br />
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<strong>{Ten}</strong><br />
I am really excited to be back! In the near future, you will see my hiatus recap and my 2013 resolutions run down. Get psyched!<br />
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***Note: Sorry for the lack of pictures and that it is being posted on Wednesday. For some reason the upload thing isn't working for me and I thought it'd worked today but still isn't. Sigh. but you guys have imaginations so you know how things look :P<br />
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XO,<br />
Melly NelMelissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-34555644679087991722012-12-31T23:04:00.000-08:002012-12-31T23:04:02.203-08:002013!Hey lovelies!
I hate mobile blogging, but I wanted to make sure I wished you all a very happy, happy New Year!
I miss blogging and interacting with you all, but GOOD NEWS I will be back in a week! So stay tuned for some awesome stuff from me verrry soon!
xoxo,
MelissaMelissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-7819665997035306562012-12-10T07:39:00.001-08:002012-12-10T07:54:06.216-08:00Work, Twilight, & Creepy Guys....My Weekend Recap<center>
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Hello lovelies!<br />
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So, my weekend was pretty boring since it's still finals/my friends are trickling out of the college sphere to their hometowns. But a few things did happen...<br />
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Friday night I worked (surprised?). But something else happened... I'll come back to that.<br />
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Then Saturday morning I worked annnnd Saturday afternoon I worked. Yeah, I wasn't lying when I said I worked a lot. <br />
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Saturday night though I convinced my roommate to take a break from studying and we ventured to the other side of town for a late showing of Breaking Dawn part 2. Now, I am not a Twilight megafan. I read the books in high school and I watched the movies because I read the books. Simple. However, my roommate and I have at least manged to see every single one of the movies in theaters together, minus the first one because we were still in high school when it came out. Needless to say it has become tradition. <br />
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I'll admit, this one was the best out of all of them, I think. They play around with the ending so if you read the book, you will notice this. I felt like Kirsten Stewart's acting was surprisingly better in this one. Oh and Taylor Lautner strips down which always makes these movies worth the 9.50 I pay to go see them. Anyway, it was my favorite out of the saga. <br />
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On Sunday, I worked again and did some reading for my term paper that's due this week. Yeah, not exciting.<br />
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Now, back to Friday...<br />
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As most of you know, I'm single and quite loving it. So I get to do all that fun stuff like flirt and date and have a bunch of guy friends (<strong>friends- </strong>I am not running around sharing my who-ha with these guys just fyi). Anyway, after work on Friday, I was out with my dog and one of my neighbors was out and started talking to me. This guy wasn't crazy attractive, but he was all right. <br />
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So we were talking and he gave me his number and said he wanted to go out on a date sometime. I didn't have anything to lose so I texted him so he would have my number. Wanna know what this guy who seemed sweet texted back?<br />
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"So when can we have sex?"<br />
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And not to mention he followed this up with non-stop texting me even when I was ignoring him. It was just lovely. <br />
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Yeah, I lost that number immediately. <br />
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Note to self: watch out for the crazies. <br />
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Anyway,<br />
I hope you all had lovely weekends! Sorry for my lack of pictures, I'm really bad at taking them. Next time, though!<br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-717372398453962452012-12-05T11:59:00.001-08:002012-12-05T11:59:07.961-08:00'Sup Everybodaaay!...Did my attempt at gansta talk work? No? Oh well blame Indiana and my being white. <br />
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Hey everyone! I hope you all are having wonderful weeks. <br />
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Anything look different to you? It should!<br />
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Today has been Extreme Makeover: Blog Edition over here (too bad that doesn't really exist...). I still have a few things to fill in but for the most part it's all done so I hope you like it!<br />
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Time for some awesome news....<br />
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CLASSES ARE OVER!<br />
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Anyone who is a student now or has ever been a student, knows how amazing this is. I swear, this semester has been hell. I'm ready for that 3 week break. <br />
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Although the downfall is, classes being over means finals are beginning. Yaaay.... like I said, ready for that break. <br />
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Since I don't have a link up for you today (I purely just wanted to show off my new blog look and spit my mad gangsta skills at you), here are some Instagram photos for you folks in case you don't follow me... which you should... like now. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pru being a dork as per usual</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went to visit my cat at the exe's place...he misses me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">yay for scarves! oh and studying in the library...</td></tr>
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-32026327366866227532012-11-30T09:17:00.000-08:002012-11-30T09:23:43.934-08:00Unexpected Blogging Hiatus and What's New...So...<br />
I did not plan to stop blogging. It just happened. <br />
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Can you forgive me?<br />
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Between my upcoming finals, working a lot to make that moolah for Christmas, and everything else (which is also school and work related), I have not had ANY time to blog! <br />
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Even more bad news...<br />
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Since I am about to go on break, I will not have internet sadly. So, after December 12, I will most likely not be blogging until January since the blogger mobile app sucks. BUT I will be reading and commenting on everyone's blogs so don't worry! I won't dissappear. Just don't unfollow me because I'm not posting. It's not my fault!!!<br />
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Who's fault is it?.... ummm Hitler. Yeah, everything is always his fault. <br />
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Anywhooo... here's what's new.<br />
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<li>I have begun working on the new design for my blog. Slowly but surely, it is coming along and you guys are going to love it!</li>
<li>My puppy is going to be 2 on December 1!!! Yes, I am excited.</li>
<li>It's that time of year again where I begin to realize how I've been slacking and letting my inner fat ass rule my eating decisions. I believe it's time to silence the inner fat ass and eat a carrot or something. </li>
<li>My best friend is getting married!!!! In like 3 weeks. I am so beyond excited. Oh, and I actually have a date... well kinda. He's my "just friends" date. Yeeeaaah, you know who I'm talking about. </li>
<li>Oh yeah... I cut my hair off and dyed it...</li>
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-31643346209651783102012-11-21T06:25:00.001-08:002012-11-21T06:25:24.018-08:00For This I Am Thankful...Hey bloggers. <br />
I hope you all are having a wonderful time getting ready for Thanksgiving. But as we all know, as much as a day off school and work and yummy food is, the holiday is about giving thanks to the things in your life that you have to be thankful for. <br />
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I try to express my gratitude and thanks everyday but sometimes, when you just got dumped or you have that big paper coming up, it's easier to complain than to realize how good you still have it. I know this from experience. <br />
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This Thanksgiving, I will be family-less and friendless. It'll be just me, Pru, pumpkin pie, and Thanksgiving F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes. And as much as being alone sucks, I am still thankful that I have things to be thankful for. <br />
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This year, I have my own apartment and a degree that is only 6 months away. This year, I am thankful for where life has brought me beacause it has made me so much more grateful for the people who have supported me even through the rough times, and I have had my share of those in the last two years. <br />
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I am thankful that somewhere in the midst of craziness, I found myself again and when that smoke cleared, I had people who loved me regardless how bad it got.<br />
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This Thanksgiving, I am thankful that I am standing on my own two feet. It's hard, but I'm doing it. I'm thankful for a mom who loves me no matter what and doesn't care if her 22 year old daughter calls crying because a dumb boy dumped her or her day didn't go as planned. I am thankful for siblings and cousins I can call best friends and I am thankful for the best friends who are like siblings. <br />
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And most of all, I am thankful for the strength I was given to get to this Thanksgiving and to where I am now. For once, I am proud of where I stand no matter how bad of a day I have or how many things I wish I had. <br />
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This Thanksgiving, I am thankful that I can say I'm happy because it was a long road getting here. <br />
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Have a beautiful Thanksgiving everyone!<br />
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<strong>{One}</strong><br />
I have sooo much crap due this week! But after this week, I will be golden for the rest of the semester. Pass the wine anyone?<br />
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<strong>{Two}</strong><br />
The beauty of getting dumped after a two week long "relationship" is how easy it is to bounce back and how much it reminds me that being single is kinda friggin awesome 'cause the only person I have to please or take crap from is me. And I'm pretty amazing, I don't mind that. <br />
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Blog Makeover to come! This excites me. I like redecorating my blog.<br />
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I have to work on Thanksgiving, which means no trip to St. Louis. And even though I am still invited to the previously mentioned ex's family's house for dinner.... I think that's awkward. So, I am going to hold a F.R.I.E.N.D.S Thanksgiving episode marathon and celebrate being thankful for myself. Sounds like a pretty legit Thanksgiving to me right?<br />
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**DISCLAIMER** I haven't exactly turned down going to dinner at his family's house... it depends how lonely I am. <br />
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<strong>{Five}</strong><br />
The lesson of today's Psychology class: "Minimize the Turdiness."<br />
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...Yep, speaks for itself. <br />
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So, I have the cutest dog in the world. Just sayin'<br />
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<strong>{Seven}</strong><br />
My Art History term paper (that's due on Friday and I have yet to start writing) is about Diane Arbus, Ralph Eugene Meatyard, and Bruce Davidson's use of children in their photography. Seriously, if you like photography and creepy stuff, you must google these people. <br />
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<strong>{Eight}</strong><br />
Gets me every time... <br />
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<strong>{Nine}</strong><br />
What's all this jazz about people wanting to petition for succession? It must be the fault of the latest surge of Lincoln books and movies... we all know he is a total BAMF.<br />
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I am wondering about restarting Furbaby Friday... Thoughts?<br />
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Melissa Graveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06629971046740187505noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6220683579179415898.post-44728010356580351322012-11-12T17:38:00.003-08:002012-11-12T17:38:55.855-08:00A Not Very Good UpdateSooo the guy I was excited about?<br />
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It's over... yes, after two weeks. I like to be honest with you guys because well, I can;t be the only one to have gone through this. <br />
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He decided he wasn't ready for the committment and called it off. <br />
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Am I hurt? Disappointed? Ready to drown myself in some ice cream even though it's 40 degrees outside? Yes.<br />
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But I can't. Best I can do is focus on me and school and just moving forward. <br />
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I can be bitter and sit here and say, that's what I get for being happy. Or I can step up and say, this is a sign that I wasn't ready to enter relationship world and I need to spend more time with myself. <br />
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I'm surrounded by great family and friends and I of course have you lovely bloggers as an outlet. <br />
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So, I'll be good. I always am.<br />
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Do you have any break up stories kinda like mine? Feel free to share!<br />
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XOXO,<br />
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