Author Archives: Just Call Me Mel

out with the old…

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It’s time to purge. Clean out my closets…sweep up the cobwebs…scrub the baseboards of my life.

And yes, I’m being both literal and metaphorical because that’s how I roll.

I started boxing up some old clothing yesterday. Actually, it would be more accurate to say I “bagged up” some clothes that I just don’t wear anymore. And I’m cleaning out my closet this afternoon and doing the same. When you live in a small space you have to be creative with storage. And who wants to waste what little storage there is on clothing that isn’t worn? Not me said the flea.

Our new furniture is being delivered on Thursday, and so I’m making a fresh start…And since Mother’s Day is this weekend, I’m thinking my boys will be making a fresh start in their rooms as well. “Mom what do you want for M-Day?” Flowers to plant, mani/pedi gift cert…and FOR YOU TO CLEAN YOUR ROOMS.

Hmmmm. Let’s see which of those three items I actually get.

I also want them to cook me breakfast Sunday morning…is it wrong to ask them to fix me the perfect Bloody Mary, too? Probably. But who cares? I’m already the “world’s greatest mom” anyway…this will just add one more notch on my awesome mom belt. (BTW, the perfect Bloody Mary is made with Zing Zang, Black Pepper Vodka, Green Olives and a lime) (spicy green beans/asparagus optional.)

Thanks for all the sweet words, texts, & FB comments about our beloved BCGS. He will be missed. In other cat of the awesome news, check out the world’s dirtiest cat, Clementine:

This cat is bad-ass. She brings us birds all the time. Killed a possum an opossum last week. And sadly, she got herself a bunny over the weekend. She’s a hardcore hunter. I bet she would even outwit Predator.

Clementine vs. Predator: Hunter Games

Yeah. I crack myself up.

Later y’all! Have a great Tuesday!

hellur thursdy

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So I needed yesterday big time. I took a 2.5 hour nap. Obviously I was a tired girly. Sadly, I didn’t set up the hammock like I had thought about because it was just a little too hot yesterday. Already in the 90s here. Not that I’m complaining, because I prefer summer to the cold, heartless, echo of winter. The only place ice belongs, is in my cocktail. (Unless I’m in a Swiss Chalet. Then I’ll make an exception.)

Hmmm, what’s going on today? Not a lot, really. I’m in a great mood. I’m trying very hard to look ahead in my life and enjoy every day for what it is and not worry about things I can’t change. I worked out twice over the weekend, but sadly have been so busy this week I haven’t been able to go (mainly because even though I WANT to get up and go at 5:00 a.m., it just seems to be physically impossible for me to do so…)

Rader is in a big soccer tournament this weekend, Ian’s last game and last day of school is Friday night, and in a couple of weeks we will have 8th grade graduation, high school graduation, and Spa Day with the Boys where Rader will be cutting his mane and donating it to Locks of Love and then we’ll all be getting pedicures. Yeah, it’s gonna be a good month.

And remember, tomorrow is awesome if you’re a Star Wars geek…

stress relief

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I love having a lot of vacay time that I can just take whenever I feel like it. I’m taking this afternoon off to relax. I could really use a mani-pedi-massage, but instead, I’ll have lunch with friends and go home to enjoy some quiet time.

I really need some quiet time.  I would prefer it to be on the beach, but I’ll take it at Cheers in the Heights and then continue in my hammock at Compound de MelJefe.

check it out!

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we have a new bed and new couch being delivered this weekend! Yippee!

I can’t wait to decorate. Yes. I’m a girl. It’s so nice to finally have something that we picked out as opposed to the furniture that was donated to me when I moved. My friends are so generous, and I have loved and appreciated everything they’ve done for me…but yay for new stuff!!

Also I got to move my table home this weekend. It’s a beautiful rosewood table with matching coffee table made from the leaves. I’ll post pics of the room next week once the furniture is delivered.

Happy Tuesday!

silence is golden

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For the first time in a few weeks, I didn’t hear one anonymous word yesterday. Hmmmm. Ironic, no? Eh, I’m not kidding myself that it’s over, but damn, yesterday sure was nice. And today is awesome. (If you missed my little note to a certain “Anonymous” please feel free to click here and read.) 
ETA: I’ve removed that blog because I’m removing any negativity from my life…It’s amazing how quickly the ugly can overpower the beautiful.
 

Sorry. Couldn’t resist one last poke. There you go Anonymous. Two free days of attention. You’re welcome.

Now moving on to awesome stuff…I worked out with a trainer last night. He wasn’t necessarily my kinda guy…he was too full of hot air and motivational poster moments, but he definitely knew how pump up the volume on my workout. My legs were jelly when we finished and climbing the stairs have been slightly challenging today.

In other awesome stuff, I think we’re gonna pack up and take the boys to Oxford tomorrow for the Double Decker festival. We’ve missed our peeps and we really wanna go play. ETA: no Oxford tomorrow now. Plans have changed. Tis okay, will be heading that way soon…

In news of the weird, look what we woke up to find this morning:

Black Rot and Pecan Trees don’t mix very well…
And with that, my Friday blog is over. Happy Weekend y’all! It feels good to feel good again…

I couldn’t stay away…also HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICK?

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It’s weird, not blogging.

You know that saying when it rains, it pours? I swear it’s like someone opened Pandora’s box of ugliness over the past week or so and all I have to protect me from the rain is a shredded umbrella.

Anyway, I was deleting some anonymous mean-girl type comments on my blog this morning (this is becoming a very frustrating habit. I love how being “anonymous” gives people balls on the internet) when I ran across an entry from 2006 that made me smile…

So I share that smile with you:

8 year old logic

So, I was “coaching” my youngest son’s soccer team last night. And by “coaching” I mean I was standing in front of the bench yelling “Follow your kicks! Attack the ball! What are you waiting on, an invitation?” Yes, I’m a helluva coach.

In my defense, I did refuse to coach anymore because it’s getting to the point where you have know the rules. And I don’t know diddly about soccer. I should. I’ve given birth to 2 soccer players who have both been playing since they were 3 years old. But no. The soccer rules and I have not become one in the universe. But, I’m coaching because fishdog signed up to coach both boys. Which would be fantastic if the boys didn’t play at the same time. And since they have been playing at the same time, I’ve been “choosing” the lesser of two evils by coaching the 8 year olds. And by “choosing” I mean, not having a choice at all.

Where was I? Oh yes. “Coaching” soccer.

My son, Rader, is very determined and competitive. Soccer is a team sport and we (I say we because if I HAVE to coach the games, I should get some credit) try very hard to make the kids understand that. But last night, the kids didn’t understand anything. It was more like kickball than soccer. Herding snails would’ve been easier.

Rader decided he was Superman Soccer last night and took it upon himself to win the game. Forget the team. He didn’t need no stinkin’ team. He was Rader the Fearless. He could do it. And he did score our only two goals. (we’re not going to mention how many goals the other guys scored) But he also managed to wind up bashed around quite a bit. He took one hit to the nards that had him sitting for a while. I thought for sure he’d be talking in a higher octave for a day or two.

“Rader, what’s the deal? Have you forgotten you have 3 other teammates out there? They can help you if you let them.”

He sighed and did a semi-roll of the eyes. “Mom. It’s obvious they don’t want it bad enough. Besides, you can only help those who help themselves.”

Can’t argue with that logic, I guess.

In other smiley news, Happy Birthday to my best male friend, a man I consider a brother, and Ian’s godfather…Nick-O-Lust. I love you man…I miss your vodka inspired 20 minute messages and I can’t wait to hug you again when you visit in May. xoxo

peace

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I did something that was very difficult yesterday. I swallowed my pride and reached out to someone that I had been incorrectly blaming for problems. It was wrong of me, and I admitted it with sincerity.

I allowed myself to be hurt by the initial response, then I realized that the response really doesn’t matter. I tried to right a wrong and I feel good about it.

Admitting fault isn’t easy for me. It isn’t easy for anyone.  Nobody likes the taste of crow. But I ate it. And now I can hold my head high because I’m better for it. It’s nice, this feeling of peace.