<?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-3195558639384839731</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:53:33.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Simplistically Complicated Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Melanie and this is my world. Although I try to always keep things simple, it often times goes awry and gets all complicated. That's okay though, I manage! I have three kids, a husband, and two dogs. I am a WAHM and I don't get out much. I hope you can find the humor in everyday life just like I try to do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysimplisticallycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3195558639384839731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysimplisticallycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13650661927772660885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-LG8XdqLSs/SKob02SOTnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZFSPsAw82uo/S220/melaniebw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195558639384839731.post-1425898156135584620</id><published>2008-08-21T23:13:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:00:20.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback child</title><content type='html'>I was not a good kid! I can fully admit it now. I drove my mom crazy, and the older I got the worse it got. She always told me "I hope someday you have a daughter just like you!". I think it may have actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest daughter, Kelsey, is eight years old (turns nine in September). Man I love that girl! She is my best friend but she has a way of bringing out the worst in me. She can be so sweet and lovable, then turn into a little monster who is whiny and mouthy. She knows how to get her way too. Not that I give in all the time, but I'll admit that I do on occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got her new dressers yesterday so today we folded all her clothes and begin to put them away. I got her all organized and folded and went to go make dinner. I asked her if she could put away the three piles of clothes that were left. Five minutes later she walks into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Did you get those clothes put away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELSEY: "You want me to do it?? All by myself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Kelsey, its only a pile of pants, a pile of shirts, and some undies. I think you can handle it. Besides, I'm getting dinner ready"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELSEY: "FINE! I guess so, but I don't know why you can't do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stomped away and finished the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't had anyone to play with all day so when she heard the neighbor girl outside she wanted to go and play. It was 8:30PM and would be getting dark soon. This is our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELSEY: "She's home mom! Can I go play?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Well, it's getting kinda late Kels...maybe you should wait till tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELSEY: "But I haven't played with anyone all day! I'm boorreed! PLEASE MOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the lip is quivering and the tears are welling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Kelsey, are you going to cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELSEY: "Please mom! I have been bored all day! Please let me go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point she was crying and I was laughing because she just gets the most pathetic look on her face. I grabbed my camera and took a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s41.photobucket.com/albums/e252/kelly0326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kkcrying-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e252/kelly0326/kkcrying-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I snapped the picture I said "okay I'll walk you across the street so you can play for a few minutes."&lt;br /&gt;Her response was to instantly stop crying and exclaim to me "I knew that would work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! You just gotta love her. Even if she is a little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s41.photobucket.com/albums/e252/kelly0326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kksepia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e252/kelly0326/kksepia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3195558639384839731-1425898156135584620?l=mysimplisticallycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysimplisticallycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1425898156135584620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3195558639384839731&amp;postID=1425898156135584620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3195558639384839731/posts/default/1425898156135584620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3195558639384839731/posts/default/1425898156135584620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysimplisticallycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/payback-child.html' title='Payback child'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13650661927772660885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-LG8XdqLSs/SKob02SOTnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZFSPsAw82uo/S220/melaniebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3195558639384839731.post-6215415500923461440</id><published>2008-08-18T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:02:13.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is Pain???</title><content type='html'>I may be a simple girl but I still love to pamper myself. I may go days without makeup or live in my sweats and t-shirts as much as possible, but every once in a while I want to feel pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I wake up like any other day and drink my coffee, catch up on emails, talk to the dogs, and throw a load of laundry in the washer.  Then, unlike any other day, I colored my hair because the gray was overtaking me. Before I knew it one thing was leading to another. I took a shower, got dressed in my capris and tank top and blew dry my hair. Then I did my eyebrows. Now, normally I would have them waxed. That way the pain is quick. Since I'm trying to save money and I don't have a car during the day anyway, I did the dreaded plucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! One by one I ripped those eyebrows out, sometimes two by two. Either way it hurts like no ones business. After it was all said and done, I was pretty again...almost.  I decided I needed make-up. Not just a coat of mascara and lipstick either. I did foundation, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, browliner (because I did just pluck them, I need to show them off), mascara, and lipstick. The works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I went through all the trouble. The only place I went was the local grocery store of the small town I live in. Why do we do this to ourselves??? Is beauty pain? Is it all worth it? ABSOLUTELY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3195558639384839731-6215415500923461440?l=mysimplisticallycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysimplisticallycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6215415500923461440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3195558639384839731&amp;postID=6215415500923461440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3195558639384839731/posts/default/6215415500923461440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3195558639384839731/posts/default/6215415500923461440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysimplisticallycomplicatedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty-is-pain.html' title='Beauty is Pain???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13650661927772660885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-LG8XdqLSs/SKob02SOTnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZFSPsAw82uo/S220/melaniebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
