Found: The perfect cure for Monday morning blues

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5GF5fwr8wZqVJXwgMROooQqwqdSfI9FaJLBHn3IO0J11iY3LvNBL31zOjHag7nOX-5Wqk5RcDVBZDk67qYKDBuoEHAnmEjmL_2bfmA3Aaqqb_SUueVrQDexg60MTuKkGRuTxkEyojBQ/s1600/aa.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703184730351763138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5GF5fwr8wZqVJXwgMROooQqwqdSfI9FaJLBHn3IO0J11iY3LvNBL31zOjHag7nOX-5Wqk5RcDVBZDk67qYKDBuoEHAnmEjmL_2bfmA3Aaqqb_SUueVrQDexg60MTuKkGRuTxkEyojBQ/s400/aa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh014N9KWQFvBW2psVN0Pru142HR26ROhIZ6llrAw8QoH3I_gXT5oQVdcJYS1QU7VNh5EgWwNP1jeFUzPVriflft7HrjE_-dWBuhW6HpxSFztVINswmbg2EQRXk6Ydl5Z1l_2u3jeD_Sd4/s1600/aa2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703184731874962530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh014N9KWQFvBW2psVN0Pru142HR26ROhIZ6llrAw8QoH3I_gXT5oQVdcJYS1QU7VNh5EgWwNP1jeFUzPVriflft7HrjE_-dWBuhW6HpxSFztVINswmbg2EQRXk6Ydl5Z1l_2u3jeD_Sd4/s400/aa2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWE2rxPdtxytzAwixuFYcUAmMkQrqs0erZZtbJv3jWbU30p3_r2b-GzfhcZiXhGMwhyyImv_qUQHjhyQhvjXsMvH6HxJGE6S8CIima6Vga9sQDKsACqk5icE_h25e_kFKNjjpeRXXIOaA/s1600/aa3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703184727971563250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWE2rxPdtxytzAwixuFYcUAmMkQrqs0erZZtbJv3jWbU30p3_r2b-GzfhcZiXhGMwhyyImv_qUQHjhyQhvjXsMvH6HxJGE6S8CIima6Vga9sQDKsACqk5icE_h25e_kFKNjjpeRXXIOaA/s400/aa3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1c_ndqhmu0S4szEmdJ0mvmvvWaEsc-JEGX1a3eF2VmdnaDVzN7euiZXngYSB9UsUEM99hklwomi5DRviE3gHoOzZTr9tzw-qloaHZnIfGu6sySBGsdWCW6hMtyNrBC4OQXBGTKuIGJ0s/s1600/aa4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703184724037915122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1c_ndqhmu0S4szEmdJ0mvmvvWaEsc-JEGX1a3eF2VmdnaDVzN7euiZXngYSB9UsUEM99hklwomi5DRviE3gHoOzZTr9tzw-qloaHZnIfGu6sySBGsdWCW6hMtyNrBC4OQXBGTKuIGJ0s/s400/aa4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a>Wouldn't <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/rankandfile?section_id=8001880">these pennants</a> be perfect for curing your Monday morning blues? You could hang them in your office and wave them every morning before you sat down to work. A little encouragement to start off your week on the right foot! <br /><br /><strong>Tell me, friends: What's your go-to cure for a case of the Mondays? What gets you pumped up for the week? xoxo</strong>

Found: The perfect cure for Monday morning blues

Wouldn't these pennants be perfect for curing your Monday morning blues? You could hang them in your office and wave them every morning...

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Question of the Week: Question #9

<em>Have a question? I'd love to hear it, so feel free to email me (mellow1422 [at] aol), friends! Today's question comes to us from <a href="http://www.jhaish.blogspot.com/">Jessi</a>, who asks...</em><br /><br /><strong>When did you first know that you wanted to be a journalist?</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJx5Gyi_MmqT7waM08bjBkD1skoiEY-Gqtc0dhkJNa2G4SWWyjdlbu8shIj1Ab1c-f00brQ2tgFLPQrITS_gkWGsutBvKepuBCqBi0QrDv1IxMF3qezzu2ZC46OsLE-6QUf1lnPt4XwQ/s1600/Publication1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098297060202930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJx5Gyi_MmqT7waM08bjBkD1skoiEY-Gqtc0dhkJNa2G4SWWyjdlbu8shIj1Ab1c-f00brQ2tgFLPQrITS_gkWGsutBvKepuBCqBi0QrDv1IxMF3qezzu2ZC46OsLE-6QUf1lnPt4XwQ/s400/Publication1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" /></a>Honestly, I'm not sure when my love of writing and journalism started. If you ask my <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html">mom</a>, she'll tell you that it started when I was a wee lass in elementary school. Apparently, I wrote a poem, full of descriptive prose about a girl running in a field with her hair blowing to the breeze. Or something like that -- I don't really remember said poem, and since no evidence of it remains, I'm forced to take my mother's word for it.<br /><br />But I've always been sure of one thing: I'm probably the nosiest person you'll ever meet. Ever. I'm probably even worse than the paparazzi, actually. I've just always had this unquenchable curiosity. I like to know what's going on and what people are doing. Just ask my mom and sister -- I'm also asking, "What's going on?" and prying into their business. It drives them crazy. I don't do it on purpose; it's just a part of me. These questions just spring from my lips uncontrollably. I've always lived my life as an open book, and I suppose it never occurred to me that not everyone lives like that. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouGUOTUHiNZOBjTk1NjctqQjI1Lr6gu6e16zCVuQTJKb3B5kR_uAOTZoAQzOXb9uXyXURRVsADYGgpI-32mQ3JkhkZRdcq12ziWtG3o1SwTIn16jXB2k3JugxoSBH1uXAYrf3ondev_w/s1600/Publication1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696101266574484962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouGUOTUHiNZOBjTk1NjctqQjI1Lr6gu6e16zCVuQTJKb3B5kR_uAOTZoAQzOXb9uXyXURRVsADYGgpI-32mQ3JkhkZRdcq12ziWtG3o1SwTIn16jXB2k3JugxoSBH1uXAYrf3ondev_w/s400/Publication1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" /></a>In high school, I joined the newspaper and realized that journalism was something I could possibly see myself doing in the future. Then, in college, I became editor of my college's newspaper. I really found my stride. I loved being in the middle of things, chasing down a story and seeing it all come together on the page.<br /><br />And don't even get me started on the time I fell head-over-heels in love with the film <a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?s=all&q=all+the+president%27s+men">All The President's Men</a>, the film about how a young (<em>very young!</em>) Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein broke the Watergate story in the Washington Post. I wanted to be the Woodward and Bernstein of my generation.<br /><br />Oh, and what do you think of those photos, friends? The one on the left was taken 10 years ago, when I was editor of my college newspaper. The one on the right was taken last spring, in the same office, only now instead of editor of that paper, I'm the adviser. It's eerie and comforting all at the same time. I can't help but feel like I've come full circle. xoxo <br /><br />P.S. See that little desk plaque in the left photo? My father made that for me! :)

Question of the Week: Question #9

Have a question? I'd love to hear it, so feel free to email me (mellow1422 [at] aol), friends! Today's question comes to us from Jes...

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Question of the Week: Question #3

<em>Good morning! Have a question? I'd love to hear them, so feel free to email me (mellow1422 [at] aol), friends! Today's question comes to us from April. She asks...</em><br /><br /><strong>If you weren't a writer, what other career would you chose?</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3lleUA4-cCmI3XOkDpJE5-t82Kw_OJInBgHMxkPsujthhMKUolcBshbuqlJ7-aaiZPVxfy-UsHaENt6LtIrzVWKm06skelKOhv0ylqnamV5433O5s0uT6AsVkzqdVAb8KiZuWLrTiulD/s1600/n30806214_35249329_5472.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680180385937148482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3lleUA4-cCmI3XOkDpJE5-t82Kw_OJInBgHMxkPsujthhMKUolcBshbuqlJ7-aaiZPVxfy-UsHaENt6LtIrzVWKm06skelKOhv0ylqnamV5433O5s0uT6AsVkzqdVAb8KiZuWLrTiulD/s400/n30806214_35249329_5472.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a>Ahhh, I can't be a writer? That would be sort of like cutting off my oxygen supply -- or my root beer supply. But, if I had to choose another career, I've always thought a field in medicine would suit me well. Growing up surrounded by doctors and hospitals, I went to an unofficial form of medical school. I could definitely see myself working with other families and helping them just like doctors and other medical staff helped my family. <br /><br />Now, this second career dream may seem a bit odd, but it's always been a fantasy of mine: A secretary. A few years ago, I did some temp work at the local university, and <em>loooved</em> it. Organizing. Sorting. Answering phones. Responding to emails. I rocked it all. The photo above? Yup, that's me rocking my days of being a star secretary! :)<br /><br /><strong>What about you, friends? Do you ever dream of a different career? Why did you choose the career you're in now? I'd love to hear! xoxo</strong><br /><br />P.S. The INPINK giveaway has been extended for one more week! Don't forget to enter if you haven't. Click <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/11/inpink-gift-certificate-giveaway.html">here</a> to enter!<br /><br />P.P.S. Part #2 of the <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/search/label/Holiday%20gift%20guide%202011">Holiday Gift Guide</a> and a <a href="http://melissabxoxo.blogspot.com/search/label/Memo%20To%20Men">MEMO TO MEN</a> is coming your way! :)

Question of the Week: Question #3

Good morning! Have a question? I'd love to hear them, so feel free to email me (mellow1422 [at] aol), friends! Today's question come...

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