Moving The Blog

So because I am turning into such a media whore I have decided to move my blog to word press. So in a few days I will be deleting this blog completley. But for now I will leave it so all my followers can know where to find me. So heres the new space. I hope you enjoy it. Its easier to suscribe and comment.
http://www.talesfromthecellar.wordpress.com/
New rants coming soon and updates on life. So I hope to see you there :) Mellie Out.

Assignment #3

The assignment was as follows:
Assignment #3: Photo Image Poem






I want you to spread out a bunch of pictures that you have. They could be of anything: old family photos, nature pictures, wedding photos, etc. Display them in front of you and look at them for a while. Pick out 6 pictures that speak to you the most. Then select 3 pictures that are worth words and finally, choose one of those final 3. With this picture, I want you to write a poem with very descriptive imagery. I want you to take that picture and make it into words so that when I read the poem, I can clearly visualize what you have written about in concrete language. Abstractions are prohibited. Show me the picture IN WORDS. If possible, share the picture with me once I have finished reading it and I will decide if you have satisfied my mind's eye enough to earn a good grade. I will give extra points for usage of metaphor and non-rhyming sound devices. Good enjambment might even earn you an A.


Assignment #3




Punished For Creativity





Dirty nose, dirty face,

arms and legs are such a mess.

Her tear smudged cheeks black with ink,

it's obvious the statement she was trying to make.



The lines so precise and the nose completly black,

She looked like a zebra made in Kindergarten class.

She started to cry more when I finally got a look,

I wonder if she thought I would throw the book.



The more she cried the more she smeared,

Making her hard work all but disappear.

So sorry she did it now,

But more sorry we had caught her somehow.



"Stand in the corner." was the punishment given,

She walked to the wall without being driven.

She stood there for her time,

then when it was over, she decided to whine.



No remorse for doing the deed,

Remorse came from getting caught

and being scrubbed clean.

Soon all the ink would be washed away

But because of the picture she would always see this day.




I got an A- on this assignment :)

Assignment #2

For Assignment #2, I want you to write me what I like to call a "Concrete Love Poem". How are you going to do that if love itself is an abstraction? Describe all the qualities of love that appeal to your five senses. It can be any kind of love: platonic, familial, sexual, even self-destructive. Your choice. I want it to be written in Times New Roman font size 12 and it should be a full page long. You may choose how long your stanzas are and if you want to use rhyme or not but pay attention to rhythm. Good poetry must have good rhythm and pace. If you want to know more about pace, try banging your fist down on a table in between each word while you read the poems. Eventually, you will encounter the rhythm of each one.

And here is my work. At the end you will see the grade. Enjoy.

My First Born Assignment #2




The first month started like any other,

a bug I caught was the reason my tummy was all a flutter.

Days went by and still the sickness came,

I started to realize my life was about to change.



Go to the doc is what they all advised,

they wanted me to confirm the inevitable I could only surmise.

So I made the appointment, and indeed I was right.

Today my world would change overnight.



Everything in that those hard long days

couldn't prepare me for the force of your gaze.

Those months I saw my insides come out,

a popular dinner guest I was not.



More time passed and the big day arrived,

Off we flew to meet the new life.

So scared I was to pass or fail,

But giving you life was worth all the miserable details.



Here you were so small, yet so loud.

"She looks like her mother!" they all exclaimed outloud.

They whisked you away to places unknown.

All at once I was again incredibly alone.



In the end the war we had won,

not to say small battles wouldn't come

You were mine completley and without qualm,

and I was yours, growing with you to be more then just "Mom"




B+ was the grade :) And I am showing you all exactly what I turned in to my friend.

starting A CLASS

PLEASE FORGIVE THE KEYBoard issues, they canT BE helped. ill update you why later. i decided to take a frienD UP ON his offer to teach me to honE MY SKILLS TO BE a writer, so i will be PUTTINg my assignMENTs up here for you all to follow.
my first assigNmenT WAS A FREE VERSE POEM ABout what me my "ghosts" would say to me.

aSSIGNmenT #1      gRADE B






reinCARNAtion



YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN it coming,

YOU COULD HAVE HELPED ME THROUGH

MY WORLD WAS FADINg,

as yours was shiny and NEw



I LAID THERE FOR HOURS

PLEADING for a lift

nO ONe heard my screams

i beGGED PLEADED AND wished.



FINally when I COULD FEEL No more

THO i heard anD SAW AND smelt

my last day on EARTH

WOULD BE your first out.
 
Mellie out.

Fathers Day

So today is Fathers Day. Hope those of you who are still blessed with your dads gave them some love if you are so inclined to do so. Those who were raised by single mothers, hope you thanked them, and those who have lost a father I hope you sent a loving thought upwards today.
As crazy as it sounds at different points in my life I have been fathered all three ways. Lost my dad when I was 9, then had a single mom raising me and my bros for a bit, then got a great step dad who I claim as much as I would my real dad. All in all a lucky break for me. I got to experience all the variables possible. Well besides having a deadbeat dad. I'll gladly pass on experiencing that one.
And now on this Fathers day, I get to watch my husband with his girls. Almost more of a treat for me then it is for him. He is such a great daddy. And I know the girls will always think so as long as they live.
Ironically I never wanted kids when I was growing up. I liked kids okay. I thought they were cute. They didn't annoy me. I loved my nieces and nephews. Didn't want the responsibility of my own though.
Then I saw Jason with his nieces and nephews. And I saw how much they loved him. And he loved them. Then I saw how he would react to a baby waving to him in the store. Or how he would make a point to buy his nephew a certain toy that he knew he wanted every year for Christmas. That's when I knew. There was no way to go into this marriage and tell him he has no reason to expect kids.  Marriage is suppose to be about compromise so here was mine. Give me a few years of just me and Jason then we would talk kids. We were married in 2000 and Jules was born in 2004.  We both won. I think I actually got more blessed in the deal then he did. He got what he wanted, but I got something I never knew I would want. And something I never want to lose. For that I thank Jason. Happy Fathers Day. Mellie Out.

One day at a time

So its been almost a week since I have blogged. I guess the addiction wavered a little. Honestly I have been fighting some bad anxiety lately and have not felt like doing much of anything. But I think I am well on the road to recovery.
With a little self dialogue and some help from my friends and family I decided to go back on anxiety meds. Not because I can't manage without them, but because I am tired if wasting the energy fighting the anxiety instead of doing things I actually enjoy. Like time with my kids, and keeping a clean house, and blogging.
So here we are day 2 of the new med. Its not so bad honestly. And I think if it gets bad its pretty much just a figment of my imagination. I've been on this med before, its helped me a ton. It will work again like its suppose to. It won't take the anxiety away nor will it even do most of the work. But it will take the edge off and that's what I need right now. A break.
I have to do the work. And I will do the work. And I might go off the meds again. And maybe I won't. I've learned the easiest way to make God laugh is to make plans. So I am not even going to go there. One day at a time is all I can do right now.
So feeling better, not great at this point. But I will get there. Now for more positive news.
My family was blessed with a new pool to enjoy. And enjoy it we have been doing. The girls love it. And they ask constantly to go swimming. Honestly its a great way for us all to hang out together, or even hang out with one of the kids one on one. Just tonight me and Jules swam for a couple hours and had a blast. She had me all to herself so she was on top of the world.
Shes also learning to swim really really well. And honestly is impressing me. I hate to admit this publicly but I am learning how to swim in it also. That's right I don't know how to swim. Or I didn't. But I think by the end of the summer I might have a good enough grasp on it that I could save someone. At the very least right now I can save myself.
Other then that no real new news on the home front. I am thinking up blog topics daily, but running a little dry on ideas lately. So if you have an idea let me know somehow. Feel free to leave a comment. I'll be back to blogging regularly soon. Mellie Out.

Not Your Typical Romance Story

I figured since I've more or less introduced you to my two daughters you should know a little about where they came from. And that would have to be me and their Dad. My loving husband Jason. So I thought I should share the story of how we met. So here goes.
In June of 1998 my grandma who lived here in Oklahoma passed leaving her house empty. For some reason I was insistent on moving into it. Or just moving to Oklahoma period. I made up lists of reasons why we should move here. Cost of living was cheaper. A different school would do my little brother good. We would be closer to family. You name it I used it. I was 16 at the time so I had to work a little harder then most to convince an adult that moving 2000 miles was a good idea. But eventually they came around to my way of thinking and we moved here the next month.
So we get to Oklahoma at the end of July and get the house in order. Then its time for school to start. Going into your first year at a new school as a Junior is never fun. But I came out of my first day with 2 friends. I was elated. One of my friends had a job at the local Sonic Drive In. And she told me they were hiring. Well I needed the money and had more then enough time so I applied. I was called in for an interview the same day I turned my application in. I guess they were desperate. I was told I started the following day. I was nervous but more excited to actually have somewhere to go other then home to watch TV till my eyes drooped and it was time for bed,  for a change.
All that day at school my friend was telling me what the job was like. And who was who. And how some managers were more easy going then others. She said Kristy is a stickler. Don't piss her off or she will work you harder. The other one whose name escapes me at the moment was pretty hardcore too, but she was fun also. Then there was Jason. The bosses right hand man. Jason was scary to look at but really a big teddy bear. I shouldn't worry at all about Jason. He was cool. Turns out I started on Jason's shift.
 I show up to work 15 minutes early to make a good impression and to fill out some paperwork. Nothing really catches my attention. Typical fast food stuff. At 5pm in this big burly looking guy comes in. Shaved head. Beer belly. Crazy eyebrows. Glasses. And I really do think to myself : "Whose the child molester?"
Yea you guessed it.
That was Jason.
So I look at my friend and make the same comment to her. And she informs me that is Jason our manager for the evening.
Greeaaaat.
So the shift starts. Me and Jason exchange polite hellos. He tells me what I need to to do and where to be. I do it. And the shift goes by in a flash. Nothing really stands out to me about that shift except thinking he was really creepy.
In no time at all I become addicted to the job. I never thought it was possible to be a workaholic at 16, but I was one. Had many shifts with Jason. My first opinion of him changed slowly. He was cool. A very fair boss. Funny. But more corny then anything. He was also my favorite manager to work with, cause he didn't get in a panic when we had rushes. He was always in charge, not too pushy. Just calm and mellow and made things happen.
So after about 8 months on the job me and Jason became pretty good friends. Not the kind of friends that would go hang out or anything. I mean the dude was 10 years older then me. When I was 17 he was 27. That's ancient. Or so I thought. I had started smoking by this time so I could take a break like all the other smokers. It seriously seemed to be the only way to get 5 minutes off.  And when I would take smoke breaks usually Jason would be taking one at the same time. Probably because we were 2 of the few people who actually took breaks when it was slow instead of during a rush.
But anyway we took breaks together, and slowly got to know each other a little more here and there. What really stands out in my mind is the way he reacted one night. A mutual friend and coworker came to work and was as depressed as I have ever seen them. I remember wondering what was wrong but being too swamped to ask. I do remember Jason telling them to take a break with him. Which was unusual cause this friend didn't smoke. So I really don't ponder on it long. Then a little later I walk outside to take my break and see Jason and our friend crying together. CRYING! What kinda 27 year old dude cried openly with another dude? The more I thought about it, the more I became attracted to Jason.
Jason was always there to listen if you or anyone had a problem. He was the first person people wanted to go too. To say I was getting a crush would be right. I really just thought of it as a crush because I wasn't at all interested in an old man. Not me. I had plans. I was going to graduate and go off to college and party my ass off and then get a good job. Isn't life funny sometimes?
So I went about my workaholic ways. Kept talking to Jason casually as friends. Never thought he would look twice at me cause of my age. And then one night I was trying to eat my food in the middle storage room and Jason comes walking by and he stops and whispers in my ear: "What are my chances with you?" OK Mr.Lame Ass. Yea I had heard this line in the same movie I assumed he was quoting. So I respond "One in a million." And he goes "Great I still got a chance!" Whatever weirdo. As a teenager you tend to go over these moments over and over again in your head and analyze it to death. Any moment that has something to do with the opposite sex really. And I thought maybe, just maybe he did have a thing for me. I wasn't totally convinced, but its nice to have a dream right?
A few days after that Jason started walking me to my car when I would get off the night shift. Nothing weird about that. We had had some strange things going on around the place. A robbery and some shifty people around. So I thought he was just being polite. And it was always a good time. He would walk me to my car and we would joke, or talk, or just be silent cause we were pooped from our shift.
On this particular shift he told me to wait for him to finish counting money. He had never asked me to wait before. If he was busy I just walked myself, no biggie. Even though I knew my parents always waited for me to get home before they went to bed I waited. Something was up I could feel it.
So he finishes counting the take that day and puts it in the safe, same as he has done 100 times before. Looks at me and says "You ready?"
"Yep been ready for 20 minutes but your slow ass told me to wait." (We've always been so nice to each other)
So out the door we went. He was super quiet. I felt the tension radiating from him. What the hell was up with him?
We get to my car and I unlock it and throw my apron and keys in the seat, turn around and say "Thanks for walking me to my car, I'll see you tomorrow night I guess..."
So he says "Yea...tomorrow..."
Then it happens. He leans in and gives me the first kiss of my life from someone of the opposite sex that I wasn't related to. (Wow that sounds wrong but you get what I mean) To say I was stunned was an understatement. I was knocked out of orbit.  I swear I saw those fireworks people talk about. When it was over I practically fell down.
He grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze and said a casual "See ya babe"
I got in my car and headed home. The smile never leaving my face. Had this just truly happened to me? Does this mean we are dating? What the hell am I going to do tomorrow at work? Is he going to act weird with me? Am I going to act weird with him? Do I tell my friends? My Mom? Anyone?
Well I could answer one of those questions as soon as I walked in my house and my Mom seen me. She said "Why are you smiling like that? What happened? Did you get kissed?" Wow that Mothers intuition wins every time.
And so the story began. The moral of the story is love at first sight doesn't happen nearly as often as people claim. Get to know someone before you judge them. I am glad I did.
Mellie Out.

The Life and Times of Julie

Ahhh back to where it all started. In the womb. When I didn't know if this would be a Savannah or a Kayleigh. Where I didn't know a babies cry for food from a babies cry for a change. Back when I thought this Mom thing was a piece of cake. That would change.

Introducing to the world: Julie Elizabeth. What happened to Kayleigh and Savannah you ask? No idea honestly. She just seemed to be a Julie. And the husband liked the name. It was one we agreed on. One thing you should know about Julie is she has good timing. No she didn't come on time at all. She was 11 days late. They tried inducing me twice. Neither time took. Same as she is today, she does everything in her own time. And her timing is never bad.

Here is the sweet princess at about 4 months. She has always been a chunk. But she wears it well I think. At this age I remember her being scared of everything. Overly cautious. Timid at first. She is still that way. But once she gets to know you, you have met a friend for life. She is as loyal as can be. And she has never been mean to someone just for spite. She always is provoked. Which also makes her never wrong. This will become a problem later in life.

Does she look like a grouch? Cause she can be. She really never left my side and still doesn't when I am in her line of vision. I never thought I could be best friends with a baby, but by this point I was.

This is Jules at 1 year old on the day of her baptism. My little Angel. I remember her being a little diva about her hair being done. She would look in the mirror and pat it. Straighten her dress. Walk so daintily to whoever called her over. At a year old I didn't think this was normal. It makes sense to me now. Cause she is still a Diva.

And here she is at 2.  I was 6 months pregnant with her sister when this picture was taken. And she still had all these dreams how she would have a new baby sister to put on a leash and walk and be able to show to everyone. The name she wanted for her new baby sister? Oobi. And I was actually tempted to let her name the new baby too. I think I was just a TAD hormonal.

Ahhh the new baby phase has worn off for our 3 year old Julie by this point. Can ya tell? I am taking this picture and Kenz is crying in the background wanting to be fed. Her expression says it all. "Please Mom send that crying, pooping, puking thing back where you got her from, she is driving me NUTS!" And it would only get worse.

4 years old. A little calmer. A little taller. Way more mature. And now she has to be the dreaded role model for her baby sister. And shes a damn good one too. Granted she still needs her Kenzie breaks weekly when she goes to Grandmas for a night. But other then that she great at the Big Sister role. You could say she was born to do it. I guess in reality she was.

5 years old here. Having a bad hair day.  Actually no its not a bad hair day, by this time Julie has started school and is taking part in crazy hair day. I did her hair like Pippi Longstockings not really thinking that no one in her whole class would have any idea who that was. Including Julie. My first real taste of feeling old came that day.

And here's my latest taste of being old. When you see a pic of your baby girl who you have raised and nurtured for 6 whole years in a cap and gown. Last day of Kindergarten. Where does the time go?  This little girl has brightened my life since the day she was born and she will continue to my whole life. She passed Kindergarten with flying colors. I had no doubts she would. I have no doubts she will do that with every grade. I have high hopes for this one. But no hope higher then that she will grow up to be the woman she always wanted to be with the strength and courage she needs to do it. Oh and maybe that I hope she has a kid just the same perfectionist and whiny butt she is right now. But if she has a kid with half her character and loving spirit, she will be a lucky mommy like me.

"The quickest way to get your child's attention is to sit down and look comfortable."-Source Unknown

Mellie Out.

The Life and Times of Kenzie

This is the beginning of the story of Kenzie. This is Kenzie inside me. Even then she was wild. To this day I cannot cough or run or jump without peeing a little. And that is because she loved my bladder as a soccer ball.

This is Kenzie an hour after coming into the world.  Looks so peaceful. A little known fact about Kenzie is that she will always be on time. She came on her exact due date. And she does things as fast as she wants to. I didn't even really push to get her out. Impatient much?

Here is Kenz 3 months later. Still as impatient as when she came into the world but a lil louder with her demands by now. I see her personality growing already here. She already knows how to get a laugh.

Here she is at 6 months old. Look at the smile. That smile will get her anything she wants. Still does. And she is still a ham for the camera. At this age she didn't really cry unless she was hungry or trying to get a poop out. Now you know why I wonder daily if Kenzie pooped. Cause right around this age it started getting hard for her to get her poopies out. Dairy does not like her.

Fast forward 6 months. This is Kenz on her first birthday. What a beauty. What a determined little girl in everything she does. Doesn't take no as an answer and doesn't care who she embarrasses to get her feelings out. Wild? Hell yea.  Would I change her? Hell no.

May I present Miss Kenzie Doris at 2 years old. Hater of clothes. Lover of accessories. A year later some things still haven't changed. She will put on socks and wear them all day, even add a scarf. But never NEVER a shirt or pants. I foresee her joining a nudist colony. I truly do.

And last but certainly not least Kenzie present day. (Well actually like a week ago) Still a control freak. Still wild. Still really hates clothes. But I told her if she doesn't cover her bootie when shes outside the cops will come. Yea I lie. It works. Don't judge me.

Still one of the two most perfect things I have ever done with my life. No regrets at all about either of them. There are days they drive me insane. What parent doesn't have those days? But they make up for them when they make me laugh or outta the blue tell me they love me.  I will be doing a "Through the years" blog for Julie when I can get the pics together. I have had a few computer crashes since she was born, so the pics aren't as available. But I will get it done.

In closing this particular post was meant to be about reasons why I get up and face the world. Kenzie is one of many. One of the top might I add. And when life me gets me down I know I can ask Kenzie to dance like a monkey and shake her butt to make me laugh. Then nothing seems as bad as it was. Kids are great like that.

"Parenting is never easy, and if someone ever tells you it is, they aren't doing it right."-Anonymous

Mellie Out.

The Work Starts Now

I realize every time I log on to write this blog that my title really hasn't came into play since I started the blog. When I thought of the name I was in the midst of multiple tornado watches, warnings, major thunderstorms, baseball sized hail, wind advisories and torrential rain.
Welcome to Oklahoma.
Two separate times in 2 weeks I actually had to take the kids down to the basement because of tornado warnings. But that was last month. Now its just hot. I think I will take the hot over the tornado threat. But at any rate the blog title shall remain because I think not only is it a cool name, its kinda morbid and dark. Usually I am not a real morbid dark person but I still think the title is fitting. Maybe just because of my dark sense of humor.
What else is going on in Mellieville? Not alot actually. Cleaned like my life was on the line if I didn't yesterday. All because my Mother-in-Law bought us a recliner at a yard sale. My house is so small that I have to do major rearranging (and cleaning in this case) to make things look like they aren't on top of each other. And I accomplished that, I think. So I am happy. Although I did think my husband was going to kill me and bury my body after we had just drained and moved our 30 gallon fish tank and filled it again when I said "I think I liked it better where it was." If  looks could kill... I was just kidding Hun. Kinda.
So after we accomplished our impromptu beginning of summer cleaning it was time to relax. Apparently that's a concept I can't get behind because every time I sit still and do nothing the mind starts going 100 mph. And then the anxiety gets its fuel. So I had some anxiety last night. Always something health related for me. My anxiety doesn't really mess with my mental stuff. Just my physical being. I am grateful for that.  It could be worse. Because in all honesty when I think I am having a stroke or a brain tumor I usually manage to put dinner on the table, play a game of Candyland and wrestle the girls. That pretty much blows my stroke and brain tumor theories to bits.
I also spoke to a few friends about my anxiety last night. That's always nice to hear from people who "get it". I love to hear their stories and alot of times I am thankful that they sound more crazy then me. Sorry guys but its true. I have all the empathy in the world, but I wouldn't trade places with you.
I think its just time to get back to Miss Positivity 24/7. Obviously its not something you just automatically can make yourself do all the time. You miss one day and your outta the loop. So I am going back to it. And I know a few of my friends have been more anxious then usual here lately too. So I suggest you do the same. And I think I am going to start posting some positive quotes, or stories here at the end of my posts just to get the train rolling.
I will still rant, I will still bitch, I will still make fun of things that strike me as funny. But I will be positive about things regarding me and my life. Because in all reality I have it pretty good. And anxiety is not going to stop me from living the life I can live. That I want to live. That I will live. The works starts now.

"What does crazy means? Crazy means doing something the same way over and over and expecting to get a different result." -Major24 :)

Mellie Out.

Random Rantings

I've done a couple sappy, cheesy blogs this week so I think it is time to go back to regular Mel mode. My ranting. Currently my rants have happening more lately.
First rant HAS to be about Walmart. What freakin' idiots.
So here's the back story. Someone ordered us a pool. A nice pool by the way. Last Friday night she ordered it. And she asked how I would like it shipped. Well having just seen a Walmart commercial I decided site to store would be quickest. Because my friends, on the commercial it seems you find what you want online, order it, pay for it, then drive to the store to get it. This is not the case my friends. Misleading advertising if I have ever seen it before. Apparently you order it, pay for it, then wait for it to ship from a walmart warehouse three thousand miles away, to a delivery warehouse, to the store. We ordered it May 29th. On the form it says I should have it on or before June 16th. Seriously?!? 3 weeks to get something you have 25 of in stock at the store RIGHT now? You have my money but I can't have my product? That's about the lamest thing that has ever happened to me in a long time.
And apparently I do not read the fine print of these commercials. And since we placed the order I haven't seen the commercial  again to actually find out if there is fine print to be read.  So not only do I have to wait an ungodly amount of time for the pool, I also have to drive 30+ minutes to go get it. Which I guess is okay in retrospect since I didn't actually pay for the pool. But the rant stands.
My next rant is going to have to be about Friday night television programming. Do these big execs think EVERYONE has a life and isn't home on Friday nights? There is crap to watch on a Friday night. Nothing. I will admit that I am not a huge TV watcher, but I do always have it on the background and I would like to listen to something I haven't seen/heard 500 times before or listen to some prepubescent kid spelling asphyxiation on the National Spelling Bee. I cannot wait till next month when my show starts. At least then I can count on 3 days a week of something that actually interests me. And that would be Big Brother.
Okay, what else do I have? My kids have been wilder then usual the last two days. I think Summeritis has set in. Poor Julie has no idea what to do with herself except follow me around and ask me questions like "Mom why do birds chirp?" or "Momma why don't you clean our room for us so we don't have to?" My personal favorite was today's "Momma why do you ask us if we have worms?"
That's right, I ask if them have worms daily now. Because my grocery bill has doubled since Jules has been out of school. And not only has her appetite grown, but Kenzies has too. I thought hot weather made you less hungry? Not my kids. They want something constantly. And I think its more boredom then anything else. Hopefully when the pool comes and we get it up and ready it will cure some boredom. Even my own I hope.
I have more rants but I am too tired to even type them right now. Boredom has finally wore me down. So goodnight avid blog readers. Mellie Out.

Pay It Forward

I have this friend I met about 6 years ago online. The circumstances under which we meant were not fun at the time. I was in the midst of a panic attack and looking for people who would understand. I didn't think they existed. So I googled a chat room for anxiety. And found one where everyone knew what I was talking about. But one person chose to take me under her wing and explain to me what was happening and why  I shouldn't give it so much power over my life.
 This person helped me more then I can ever put into words. And to this day she still helps me. We live in different countries, thousands of miles apart, but we click like we've known each other since the beginning of time. She gets my dry sense of humor and I get hers. She gets how hard it is being broke all the time and trying to find fun things to do on a budget.
This person has not only given me ideas on things to do on a budget, but she has bought me and my family things. Fun things, necessity things, and just things she thinks we would like. And her only request for doing so is that when I can I should pay it forward.
To pay it forward I tend to take people under my wing when they need a listening ear, and I tell them what has worked for me in the past. I listen to their problems and try to give solutions that would help them. I am not in the position to financially pay it forward to someone the way she has. But I also try to give what I can to what I think is a good cause. Even if its sending an extra dollar to school when they are having popcorn and pickle day, for someone who forgot their money or can't afford it. I think this is my way of teaching Jules to pay it forward herself. Cause I let her decide who needs it.
Now if I thought she would appreciate it I would shout her name from rooftops just to get the point across that I think she is fantastic. But shes not that kind of person. She would rather remain anonymous. So I will grant her that wish. And I also think I am being a little selfish cause I don't want you to know her, as I want to keep her to myself.
I also have another friend that reminds me of this anonymous person. And she found me in a moment of need. I hope she sees me as I see my friend. The newish friend is also great to me. And she has came strides in her anxiety battle, and I see her coming even further. No doubt about it. After all she had a great mentor. Me. No, in all honestly she will go far in her battle because she has the persistence of a pit bull and the caring nature of an angel. And that will get her far. And when she stumbles I will be there. Just like my friend is for me.
Overall the message is this: If someone has done something kind for you, even as little as shooting you a smile in a store when your having a crappy day. Pay it forward. It would make the world a better place.
So for my special friends, know you have touched me deeply. Know I love you both. And I am lucky to have you both in my life.  If I didn't already have the worlds best mother I would gladly claim either one of you.  Mellie Out.

Tales From the Childhood Part Two

I figured since we talked about times that happened with my little brother last night, it was only right to move on to the older brother. Now my older brother is 9 years older then me. Practically an old man now. Ba ha. But back when I was say about 5 and he was 14 he would babysit me frequently.
Now Mom I know you are reading this. You should know AGAIN, that these were the most traumatizing times of my life. I suppose it could be called a typical brother sister relationship. I've heard others horror stories about what their older siblings did. But I don't think your older brothers or sisters were as calculating, prepared and overly zealous about their planned time with you.
 One moment that stands out was my loving brother holding me over the banister of the upstairs by my ankles pretending he couldn't hang on to me for long. And he kept saying "Stop struggling Melissa!" Um hey stupid, I am about 15 feet up looking at my head being squished momentarily and you don't want me to put up a fight? Yea that ain't happening.
 Another frequent thing he did was take my favorite doll that I couldn't sleep without her and at the time thought was my real baby and putting her on the ceiling fan and holding me down and making me watch her fly around and around until my poor Drowsy Beans couldn't hold on any longer and flew off.
Drowsy Beans would eventually get revenge for me and her both.
I also remember watching TV one night and hearing my brothers blood curdling scream. I half assed still cared about him at this point in time, so of course I went to see what happened. I ran into the kitchen where I thought I heard the scream coming from to find my brother with a knife stabbed into the side of his chest (Actually between his arm and his body) with blood spattered EVERYWHERE (Actually ketchup). And my brother with his last dying breath tells me "Their still in the house, run!"
Now I don't really remember what I did after this. I think I have blocked this horrible memory from my mind as a coping technique and to remain somewhat normal. But I do remember that I was all of a sudden afraid of that dark after this night. Now you know why Mom.
My brother also was infamous for "smothering" me. Now smothering me consists of taking any bed pillow you have and holding it over someones face telling them that you are cutting all their air off. If you couldn't tell already I was pretty naive. So making me hyperventilate was the goal. Worked every time too.
On one such smothering occasion, which would turn out to be the last, my brother left Drowsy Beans in my reach. Drowsy Beans had a hard plastic head and a body filled with what felt like rice. But I guess they were meant to feel like beans. Anyhow. I picked up Drowsy Beans and commenced to beating my brother about the head and the shoulders as hard as I could. And I was making definite contact. Cause he was getting madder. So then he got my doll away from me, but I still had my arm out. So I reached up and pulled his hair so hard I came back with a handful. He had a lovely bald spot for 6-8 weeks after that. Now he just has one cause hes old. He also had some red marks from good ole Drowsy Beans. Gawd I love that doll. And I still have her today. I need to bring her with me the next time I see my brother, just for good old times sake.
I like to think this is the point in my life where I learned to fight back and not take crap from anyone. Because it did indeed stop most of his shenanigans. I think I saved my little brother from ever knowing the torture my big brother could bring. So Tony, don't ever say I've never done anything for you.
But as I grew up and Vernon (my older brothers name) did too, we became closer. And we actually developed a pretty cool relationship. He was the first one to ever let me try driving. He was the one who would overpay me for a 3 hour babysitting job just cause he knew I was never getting an allowance at home. And he will always be my childhood  rescuer from mean people, hard times, and shitty circumstances.  All in all without taking into account what a horrible horrible child he was. Hes a pretty cool adult. And thank God his wife and kids are the only ones that have to put up with him daily. Love ya Vern. Mellie Out.

Tales From the Childhood

So I was talking to my momma today. And she was going on about how she loves my blog and how I phrase things. And the random thoughts that pop into my head. Ahhh the unconditional love of a parent.
So then my mom told me I should do a post about things that happened when I was little. She threw a few memories at me and I think I will roll with them. I don't expect them to be in chronological order because really nothing about any of my posts ever are in any sort of order. And off we go.
The first real memory that comes to mind is the one that my mom always cracks up when shes telling other people. So this is for you Mom.
When we lived in Arizona there wasn't much to do cause it was a retirement town at the time really. No other kids our age were close by. No real summer programs. Nothing in all reality. But I did have my little brother. We did everything together. Played all the time. Made up crazy games and went everywhere on our bikes together. Which leads me to the story. On this particular day my brother and I had decided to ride our bikes to the library. The ONE thing we could do in that town on certain days during limited hours. So we go to the library. All in all a very boring trek there and boring till we get about a 1/2 mile from home. That's when I decided I needed a drink of water so we stopped on the road and got the thermos out that we always took filled with water. First before I go any further I need to describe this thermos. Its not one of those thermoses little kids put in their lunch boxes and take to school. I am talking a truckers Thermos. The stainless steel 7 pound er bad boy of all thermoses. Why did we take that big of a thermos with us? Because it was Arizona and 120 freaking degrees. So anyway back to the story. We stop to get a drink, and I get the thermos and finish all the water. Then my brother decides he wants some. So I hand him the thermos. Mistake one. I didn't tell him I finished it. I thought it would be funny for him to find out the hard way. Well he didn't think it was funny at all. And he yelled at me. So I made fun of what a whiny crybaby he was. I think I was around 14 at the time and he was 9. Mistake 2. So as I was teasing him I didn't even think of the weapon in his hand being the big daddy of thermoses. He obviously did cause he took the cup off the top and hurled it at me. He was maybe, MAYBE 4 feet from me at the time. It hit me directly in the middle of my head between my eyes. And immediately started swelling. I FREAKED out crying and left his ass sitting there and got on my bike and started peddling home before something happened worse then the swelling. Like a brain hemorrhage or something. I was 14. Hmm maybe I did have anxiety before I thought.
 So I get home and by this time I literally have a lump sticking out 4 inches. I run in screaming and crying to my mom, "Tony threw the thermos cup at me and it did THIS!". Being the fair mother she is, she asked why would Tony do something like that? So I told her I finished the water without giving him a drink. To which Mom responds: "Wow sucks to be you right now." Thanks for that Mom.
So there's one story from my childhood that I vividly remember. I am still surprised I don't have a dent in my head from that damn thing. Tony still thinks its funny too. Glad someone does.
Me and Tony got into so many fights, so much trouble together that it would take me ages to write everything down. But he was/is a great little brother. If I promised him money I could get anything out of him. I used to pay him to look at my poop in the toilet just cause I thought it was funny, and I needed a witness to tell people about the epic size of my turds. But I digress.
I think maybe tomorrow nights blog will be about the torture my older brother used to do to me. Ya know HE might be the reason I have anxiety at all. Not really. I love him too. But he was an ass to me. And I am sure Tony thinks I was an ass to him. I think its the childhood school of hard knocks when you have an older sibling.  But that's enough for tonight. Please don't judge me based on my paying for turd viewing. It made me laugh and it made my parents laugh. I wonder if he would do it now....Mellie Out.

The Short Story of My Anxiety

Lets see what did I do today...I woke up at about 6:45am after going to sleep about 3 coughing my head off. Then I had it in my mind that I couldn't stop coughing. So i continued coughing on and off for about 20 minutes. Ahhh the lovely world of anxiety. Coughing is actually where my first panic attack stemmed from.
It was a few weeks after I had my oldest. And I was overtired, over emotional, and I had a bad cold to top things off. My husband being the loving guy he is woke me up to inform me I was coughing too loud and I was going to wake the baby.
 Apparently I haven't changed since childhood.
 When you tell me to stop doing something it makes me want to do it more. And more I did. Then I couldn't stop. Then I told the husband I couldn't breathe, then I briefly lost my mind. That's pretty much when I lost my normal life too. That night I was able to be convinced that I was breathing, and that I would in fact eventually stop coughing. The first of many "pep talks" Jason would be giving me over the next 6 years. I did eventually stop coughing, but I had the constant fear that I would have that feeling again. And so as the old saying goes "If you build it they will come"...Wait that quote really doesn't fit. But I am too lazy to backspace at the moment so deal with it. But anyways you get my drift. The more I thought about that crazy feeling I had, the racing thoughts, the rapid heartbeat, the hot and cold body temperature. The more I dreaded the next time it would happen. So in doing that I created a vicious cycle. And it did indeed happen again. But in different ways. Sometimes it would hit at night when I was doing nothing but waiting for it to come. Then it started happening during the day when  I was alone with the baby. Making me absolutely terrified to be alone with my new baby because I was afraid I would die of some horrible constant coughing disease and she would be with me helpless.  So that started another vicious cycle of me being afraid to be alone with my baby. And I refused to be alone with her for 6 months. Hardest, most guilt ridden 6 months of my life.
 I know you are thinking "did she go to the doc?" Honestly I didn't go for a while. I was scared they were going to call me crazy and throw me in a mental institute. But finally I went and they prescribed me something. And I swear it made me worse after 1 pill. Now keep in mind I was new to the anxiety game. I didn't know they had side effects and took time to work (Like 6 weeks). I hightailed it to the ER so fast and told them I was going to pass out and die, right there. They had better do something. So I got the checkup. Nothing wrong with me but anxiety. I was clearly hating this damn word. Anxiety. What a heinous word. So that was the beginning of the anxiety train. To make a long story short, cause it is a long story, I ended up going to the ER 5 times in one week. I also went to the doctor numerous times. I tried to get therapy. They told me I had to be suicidal for them to squeeze me in. "Are you suicidal?" "No dumb ass I am as far from suicidal as possible, I FEAR death" "Then move along we can't help" So move along I did. I actually started avoiding everything and anything that made me the slightest bit anxious. That led to not leaving my house for 6 months.  Not the best solution. But eventually I found an online support group where people actually made sense of this anxiety crap. And it helped me more then I can ever express my gratitude for. Then I went on a new med, knowing the side effects in advance and knowing to give it a chance to work. Started thinking positive about everything.
 So I still have anxiety. I think I always will. I honestly think everyone does to some degree. But I cope better with it these days. I still avoid things. But not everything. That's the main thing. I am moving on. And even if its one step back and 2 steps forward, I will eventually get to my destination.
Tomorrows blog (if I am so inspired to do one LOL) will be a happier one, a more ranting one. The kind I am now famous for. But we can't be a clown our whole life can we? So I must take a serious moment now and again. You'll deal.  Mellie Out.

A fairy tale

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was brought up poor but with loving parents. She never longed for anything because she felt she was rich with love. Then she got married and became more rich with love. Then she had kids and became what felt like a billionaire with love. The End.
 If  this is you get the hell of my blog. I don't buy your BS. Yea I have great parents and I have great kids and a great husband. But realistically I of course I want stuff. Who doesn't?  I don't know what brought on this random entry honestly but something obviously triggered my temper. I am going to blame PMS and Bobs. The combo has never made me happy yet she (Bobs) insists she can handle my bitchy ways every month. So far she is indeed still alive.
 On a far completely different note, it is Memorial Day weekend. Which means swimming and cooking out and hanging with family and remembering dead people. What a ironic holiday! Yea! Lets go to the lake and boat and camp, but don't forget....Think about those you lost. Umm paging Debbie Downer!!! I may be alone in this thinking, but I declare we start a completely different holiday for the unofficial start of summer and leave Memorial Day the somber day it should be with us remembering loved ones who have passed and soldiers who have died protecting our freedoms. Its just like us Americans to multitask to the complete nth degree. Hell women schedule C-sections based around their work schedules these days. I guess its just me being a cranky 28 year old. YES I am only 28 and I just read what I wrote and I sound about 55. No offense 55 year olds.
 Lets see what else can I rant about....my husband is snoring in the chair next to me. Sometimes I think of shoving stuff up his nose and seeing what happens. But then my anxiety tendencies kick in and I go all "worst case scenario" and figure if I do indeed shove this cheese puff up his nose he is going to inhale it and it will go into his lungs thus causing a deadly infection and he will die. I don't want him to die. Especially not death by cheese puff. What a way to go... "Hey Mel how did your husband die?" "Well he inhaled a cheese puff and died". That has to be the least glamorous way to go ever. The more I think about this cheese puff idea I don't actually think it would go to his lungs. Logically it would probably get lodged in his throat and I could save him. Then I could be a hero. But then we have the issue of me stuffing the cheese puff up there in the first place. I obviously have to much time on my hands. Just to be on the safe side I do not want my loving, handsome, great father to my kids, warmhearted, caring husband to die. I can't help these random things that come into my head people. Sooner or later you will learn this about me. Or you will call the people with the lovely white jackets to come get me. Either way, your call. Alright I have ranted for another night. I should be back at it tomorrow night. Happy Memorial Day weekend? Is that even correct? OK here's another way to go: Sorry about your dead relatives but have a frigging blast bbqing and swimming!!! Mellie Out.

Hair Layering 101

So I kinda have these urges out of the blue to cut my hair every now and then. And its never at the times when actual salons are open. Its always late evening. And usually when I cut my hair I do pretty drastic cuts. I have been know to cut my hair from the middle of my back to the chin without even thinking about it. It's just hair it grows back right? And I am also notorious for letting just anyone cut my hair. I once made the mistake of letting my mother-in-law cut my hair. And I should have known better seeings as shes on pills for her shaky hands and can't see past her nose. But I did, lesson learned never happened again. So tonight I was sitting here and was bored. Thought about my hair randomly and decided to google "How to cut layers into your own hair". Watched a video, it seemed complicated. Watched another and it seemed right up my alley. So after getting a couple different pep talks of people telling me I could do it I went at it. And I am going to take you all through the process.

Exhibit A:

The first step to cutting layers into your head is to put ALL your hair in a ponytail at the top of your head. I actually couldn't resist doing my best valley girl impression after this. "Like totally!" Onwards we go.

Exhibit B:

As you notice the ponytail has not gotten shorter. That is because I just cut two inches of the end of it. The first of two cuts. Yes friends this is a two cut job. NEXT!

Exhibit C:

Now even tho you cant see it I have parted my top hair from the bottom hair. And I needed help to make sure I had it straight. So enter stage right Jason. I made my husband part my hair. To which he complained "Baby you really need to make some friends." Bah real friends are overrated. I prefer my online peeps.  OK so back to the story. He parted my hair for me and I put it up in a pony tail again. in the center of my head. Valley girl style again. OK moving on.

Exhibit D:

OK so I took another 2 inches off that ponytail. Keeping the length you cut off each ponytail is key. And getting that part straight is also very important.  At this point I am looking the mirror thinking "Man I hope I did this right cause I really wasn't paying that much attention to the video at this point. I was actually wondering if Kenz had pooped today." Yes I really ask myself that daily. She has issues. LOL OK so after 2 very big cuts...and lots of blood rushing to my head from bending over and putting my hair up that high we have the finished product. Drum roll please!

The Finished Product!!!

Ahhhh it turned out so good!!! I actually kinda regret not doing a couple more parts and cuts. But now the plan is highlighting it.  Will I post a blog about that? Its looking likely at this point. And I also realize that I didn't really post a before shot. Which makes the after shot kinda pointless. But since I am pretty sure just people that know me read my blog you knew what I looked like before. 

So overall a pretty productive evening. I saved my lovely girlfriend, erm, husband some money by doing it myself and not going to the salon. And I am happy with the results. He even said it looked good. Which is alot for a man whose vocabulary consists of "I dunno" and "maybe" and the occasional grunt.

I will definitely do this again, and probably be a bit more daring with the length I cut off next time. Now that I have a good idea of what I am doing. So now that everyone has seen me take a risk I think you should. Even if that risk is letting your Mother-in-law with shaky hands cut your hair. Just kidding, I do not recommend that at all. I wish I had a picture of that on my computer to show you all. Actually I am glad I don't. It was horrible. So horrible in fact that people wouldn't think I was kidding when I call Jason my girlfriend. Yea THAT bad. OK I think I have blogged myself to contentment tonight. Happy Friday everyone. Mellie Out.

Getting Old I Suppose...

So tonight I am sitting in the comfort of my own home watching the American Idol finale. In past years I have waited with bated breath to see these things. I've rearranged family obligations just to sit and watch these kinds of things. And the more I watch the older I feel. The thrill is gone. Do I really care if some person gets a recording contract worth a million dollars? Do I care this is Simons last season? Do I care that all the old Idol winners came back to tell Simon goodbye? Nope not really.
  Whats going through my head while I am watching is "I bet the girls really would enjoy playing outside since they didn't get to go outside all day." Or "Man I should really get up and do those dishes before all that crap sticks to the plates and its a pain to get off tomorrow." And my personal favorite- "Has Kenz pooped today?" My how our priorities change the older we get.
 So we did indeed go outside to play. And had we not I would have never seen Kenzie ride her tricycle unassisted without so much as a push from me to make it up the hill on the driveway. Wow. That excited me more then 10 season finales could ever do. And I am glad I did miss AI to see that. No regrets for sure.
 I also find myself becoming bored with certain young people. Yea I went through the dating trials and tribulations. Yea I went back and forth on whether someone liked me or wanted to kiss me and so on. But now that I am 9+ years into marriage it doesn't interest me as much. So as I sit back stifling my yawns when certain people are going on and on about their dating lives the only thing that comes to mind is THANK GOD THAT'S OVER FOR ME! And when they ask you what you would do to know if someone likes them or not and you say "ummm ask them?" and you get a huge sigh and "Yea that's not happening Mel" you now know you have hopped on the elderly train. Apparently it is completely against the dating code to be logical about things. When you want to know something by all means DO NOT ask about them. Apparently you are suppose to beat around the bush and trick them into telling you what you want to hear. Have at it my friends. Apparently I am so old now in my 28th year that I no longer have the chase left in me. And looking back I am not entirely sure I ever did. But I can't look back to far as the memory seems to be going the older I get too. Yes my friends I am practically in Alzheimer's country. 
 I guess the moral of my story tonight is when you look back at life you want to be able to say "I don't regret doing that".  I think its impossible not to have any regrets in life. But the fewer you can possibly make yourself have, I honestly believe the smoother your life will be.  My latest regret is not drinking enough water. It made my time on the toilet that much harder. Literally. Oh and btw guys I feel a real poop blog coming soon. Possibly tomorrow if I can work one up. Get it? Work one up! Ahhh I kill myself sometimes. OK you fine folks, time to relax. Mellie Out.

Some good old randomness

As I sit her watching The Golden Girls and eating Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, I find myself wondering what I should blog about. I decided to go into it with no agenda. So whatever pops into my head you get tonight.
 Firstly Jules lost her 4th tooth tonight. About 10 minutes ago actually. After sitting here and watching her push and pull and tug on it for an hour. So now its ready for the tooth fairy. The tooth fairy... who thought of that idea? And why do expect kids to be okay with someone sneaking into their rooms and feeling under their pillows in the dark for their castoff teeth. What a weird tradition. Its all about the money I guess.
 Speaking of money we are broke as usual. I must say being broke for the majority of my marriage has made me appreciate things alot more. I guess when I lived at home I just thought bills were magically paid and food just appeared in the fridge. Ahhh if only it were that way.
 Lots of things change when you're married. When your single you don't have to worry about any ones feelings but your own. Don't have to tell anyone where your going and why your going there. Money wasn't an issue cause if all else failed you could go home to eat where the food magically appeared.
Now fast forward to marriage where you now have children and you have to plan where your going, how much its going to cost, how many diapers and changes of clothes you are going to need, and if making the damn trip is even worth the effort. In all honestly, usually it isn't. And when your low on money when you're married you have to figure out creative ways to stretch food and when all else fails suck it up and go ask the parents for a loan.
 Lots of people know about me that certain things really get my goat. One of them being messing with my family ESPECIALLY my kids. Another thing is bragging about what you have over and over again. I can appreciate something you tell me about once, but when you tell me over and over again about it you just rubbing it in my face then. And the third thing is whining to me about things you damn well could have prevented from happening.
 For example a college student I know says on her Facebook status "Just bought new designer shoes" then an hour later "Ugh I have to eat Ramen now cause I am broke!" Hey dumb ass... do you THINK this could have been prevented? I mean seriously that's like me telling you "Hey I just won 1 million dollars in the lottery then I wiped my ass with the ticket and flushed it!" OK not the same thing at all but you catch my drift. Its annoying.  College students aren't the only ones who do this either. I know many mature adults older then me that do it. I can't mention any names tho as one I might be related too.
Speaking of relatives, Memorial Day is creeping up on us. The official/non official start of summer. And family is coming down. Yea that's all I got from that thought.
Well if its that hard to come up with thoughts I might as well call this the end of this post. So I will be thinking of some kinda theme for tomorrows post. I just need to consult with my peeps. They know who they are. So goodnight readers! Hope this one random post didn't drive you away forever. It will get better. (I hope) Mellie Out.

Mission Accomplished.

I DID IT!!!! I finished the dreaded task of cleaning the pits of hell that I lovingly call my daughters bedroom. Phew. I started at 2pm and finished overall about 9:15. Yea I took a break to cook dinner, eat and think of reasons why I couldn't go on. But then I heard that little voice... "Momma aren't you going to finish cleaning our room? I promise I'll help." Oh my sweet baby. Julie has turned over a new leaf the last couple days. She's all about pleasing Momma. And help she did. She worked her ass off today with me. She complained frequently that Kenz wasn't helping, but that never deterred her from our task at hand. Without her help I would still be at it. Actually no, no I wouldn't. Cause she was the reason I went back at it after all. But it's done! For a week or so at least.

So with that out of the way and the overall feeling of accomplishment it has given me, I have deemed tomorrow "Sit on your ass and catch up on your Facebook apps day" 3 days of doing nothing but work has made Mel a dull girl. But at least when people ask me what I did that day I actually have something to tell them besides "Uhhh nothing really." Seriously who wants to hear that I woke up at Noon and proceeded to sit on my ass all day playing online only to break for the occasional meal, drink refills (both mine and the girls) and bathroom breaks. Yea that's nothing to be too proud of. But such is life. Mine at least.

I really need to do my bedroom and the utility room at some point. But I am not to the point of listing them in my good intentions pile. Because honestly if I write it on here and don't do it, I then feel guilty. Now why should I make myself feel guilty for not doing something that's not going to have a direct effect on anyone else but me? Well I guess I shouldn't. So don't expect an update that I cleaned those rooms anytime soon.

In other news of my life....hold on, I'm thinking. Hmmm. No real news I guess. Oh wait! I did find a picture of a dogs face in a picture of a dogs ass. Hard to explain. It made me happy though. Then it immediately made me question my sanity. As I am sure you are now questioning yours for wondering where you, yourself can see this picture. I am going to try to post it at the bottom of this post. Wish me well. I am not real web design savvy. Oh well, I got people to ask, so its bound to be there.

Well its not 12:06 AM and my sweet little helper is snoring in my ear. Telling me that it might be time to invest in earplugs or go to sleep. So I will try the latter. Hope everyone is staying positive, and thinking good thoughts. Remember you can accomplish things for reasons other then your own if only given a little push. It worked for me. And if that didn't sound all that wisdom-y its because its freaking midnight here and I am wore the hell out. Get over it. Alright my lovely readers. Mellie Out.

It is now 12:28PM after trying to figure out how to post that damn picture in my blog. I would like to thank my tech support Bobs. She has a lovely blog herself at http://ridingincarswithducks.blogspot.com/. I am seriously really out now. Enjoy!

A Late Night Blogger

Its almost midnight here and I think "hmmm I better blog today". Yes I think its becoming an addiction. Like I need another one. I already smoke, eat chocolate, and play every Facebook application you can imagine. Oh well I guess they keep me busy enough to keep me from thinking about other things that irritate me.
Today was a day not unlike most my weekends. Woke up late. Lazed around the house till about 2pm. Got bored and decided I need to get out of the house for a bit. So off we went. Went to get the battery charger for my MILs van. Which STILL isn't running. Sweet Jesus I'm about to go hooking to pay for a mechanic to fix that piece of crap. Anywho... Then we went to the dollar store. Ahh another addiction of mine. So much great stuff for so little money. Then after that eventful trip we came home and me and the girls went swimming for an hour or so. Yes before you ask, sunblock was used this time. Then I came inside and vegged till about 8. Got a weird burst of energy and cleaned my living room and kitchen. So that's done till tomorrow morning when the girls wake up and proceed to see how fast they can make the house look like a tornado hit it again. I bet it won't take long. Never does. I think its a gift kids are born with.
So tomorrows Monday. The start of another week. Usually this would kinda get me down, but I don't have to wake up early for 77 more days. So I will sleep in then face the world with a well rested attitude, Actually i'll prolly just face the world with my normal attitude, but maybe the extra sleep will put some much needed pep in my step. Then after I am up for awhile and the kids are fed and I am fed it will be time to tackle their bedroom. I know I said I was going to do this last night. But I do believe I warned you that could just have been a good intention. I have those alot. Tomorrow tho I am hoping it will be more then a good intention. It has to be done and they won't do it. I remember being little and going to school. And I would come home and my mom would have completely cleaned my room and moved it all around. Most kids think this is such an invasion of privacy. Not me. I welcomed it. A clean room was always so great. I swear I slept better when it was clean. So tomorrow night the girls should sleep like little angels after I get done. Anxiety be damned cause Mellie has an agenda. I should take before and after pics just to prove what a big job I am undertaking. If I remember I will.
So here we go, another week gone, and another starting. Time to make the best of the time we have. Get some crap done that desperately needs to be done is the plan. Wish me luck. Mellie Out.

Productiveness is Overrated

Ahhh Saturday. Day of rest. Day of fun. Day of laziness. Not my Saturday. Turned out to be a "day of how much Mel can stand on her feet and work her ass off till she can't take it anymore". And those people who say "Aww well you had a productive day! That's a good thing!" Umm no. Its not. I could have had a non productive day and sat on my ass and been just as happy. Did I get things accomplished? Sure. Am I glad I did it? Eh.
So what did I do today? Well in true Mellie fashion I opened my mouth and volunteered myself for a job that no one should really ever take on. I volunteered to clean my mother-in-laws basement. Now normally it's not something I would ever even think of. But because of the frequency of tornadic storms and the nature of freak outs that my girls have when we get these storms I thought it would be a good idea. The last time we went down there we were practically standing on top of each other. And that was without the husband even coming down. So I can't imagine actually being stuck down in the basement with the husband AND the mother-in-law with 2 kids freaking out all on top of me. PASS! So I did it. Now I can not only see the floor, but there are now places to sit. So YAY for that.
So I get the basement done. (Not by any means completely cleaned out btw) Then my husband needs me to help him work on the mother-in-laws van. No, he didn't make me get under the vehicle and connect hoses and empty gas. I think he more or less wanted the company. Typically I am ok with that. But I spent 4 hours in the sun yesterday and am literally sun burned from head to toe. So for me to sit outside in the sun handing him tools and turning the vehicle on and off was cruel and unusual punishment. Oh well, he was out there for the greater good, so I should have been too I suppose.
Oh I forgot the first part of my day. I wake up to my 3 year old telling me "Momma, Julie got frewed up on the toys." To which I thought "Sure she did Kenz."
Sadly Kenz was right. Julie gets up and proceeds to puke her guts out 3 or 4 times. Then in true kid form shes absolutely fine. I wish I had kids resiliency still. Puke and Go. Break something and move on. Poop my pants then head out for dinner. So its looking like tomorrow I am cleaning out their bedroom. Hopefully alone. Cause I know how it will go with their help. "Nooo Mom I wanna keep that!" "Nooo Mom we still use that!" "Nooo Mom its not broken that's how we like it!" Nope not happening. I am aiming to clear that room out. If they have toys left I will be surprised. Well they will have some left just not the ones that make noise or kill your feet when you step on them. We'll see. I may not wake up that motivated. But you are my witness. Right now my intentions are good and note worthy.
So yea in a nutshell that was my day. Its 8:30pm right now and I am dreaming about a hot bath and a lil Internet time and a good sleep in a cool room. Scratch that hot bath part. I am going for a cool bath. Sun burn remember? So I will attempt to let you know how it all goes tomorrow. I also foresee a lil playing in the pool with my girls tomorrow. That is a for sure thing. They will make sure of that. Sun screen WILL be used tomorrow. I have learned my lesson of the evil suns ways. Mellie Out.