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FANtastic FANaticals!

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I love reader mail. It makes my day every time I get a note from someone who has just finished my books and wanted to tell me how much they loved them and beg ask about a 3rd book… Yesterday, I got the most fun Fan Mail of all…from my niece Zzer: (warning: spoilers!!)

OMG AUNT MEL!!!!!!!!! I read your second book and like i was like what the crap after i read it because i cant believe lex is going to leave he sounds totally hot and so does ryan but to be honest ryan made me mad haha for most of the book soo i kinda chose lex for a while!!! UGHHH anyways just thought i would tell you that!! LOVE YOU!! YOUR NIECE, ELIZABETH FRANCIS

Best. Letter. Ever. And I love you too, Z. Also, I wanted to choose Lex but Maria Geraci wouldn’t let me. Whatever. Lex was hot. And in other Fantastic Fanatical news…Ian had a doc’s appointment the other afternoon and I had to check him out of school a little early. As we were leaving, this group of high school girls followed us out.

“OMG I love your red hair! It’s so sexy.”

“Ian! Is that your mom? She’s hot.”

Winner, Winner! Chicken Dinner! There’s pretty much nothing better for the ego…other than getting carded… which happened again the other day. Haha! Looks like selling my soul is paying off… 😀

2011: Month of Mel Day 10 (and soon to be the Day of Ralph)

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Look! Official proof I finished the half-marathon!

There are other pictures and even a video clip of me “running” across the finish line. Painful to watch. But hey, the goal was to finish…not finish with style. Hah!

Now onto the fun stuff! My friends Sara & Jim are somewhere in the ATL birfin’ a baby Ralphasaurus today! C’mon into the world, Ralph. There are loads of Aunties and Uncles who can’t wait to meet you!

I love sharing my month with very awesome people. And babies who are being born to awesome people. (who will naturally grow up to be awesome.)

Happy soon to be birthday, Ralph!

In other news, here’s what I’ve decided to give up for Lent:


Who’s with me?

2011: Month of Mel Day(s) 4,5,6,& 7

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So, here’s the thing. I haven’t seen El Jefe in 3 weeks. He was in town Thursday afternoon. I didn’t blog Friday… so deal with it. If I had blogged, it would have gone something like this:

Month of Mel Day 4:

In 1900 my Mema was born today. She was awesome. I miss her and her fried pies.

I haven’t seen El Jefe in 3 weeks and I’ve missed him like I would miss oxygen a little bit. He got me an iPad for my birthday. Let’s all pay homage to El Jefe because he is awesome.

(this is where we pay homage. Do It.)

Saturday

Month of Mel Day 5:

Saturday we went to see Jenn C. do her emcee thing at Electric Cowboy. She was really funny and looked beautiful…I wanted to ride the electric Bull but couldn’t because I was afraid something would go wrong and I wouldn’t be able to do my Sunday event…

Sunday:

Damn. 5:00 A.M. comes really effin early. Just sayin. I needed to get El Jefe to the airport in the 6:00 A.M. range–then I had to get to the River Market to walk/run that half marathon that was a really good idea a few months ago.

My untrained goal was to finish at 3:30. My walking partner, Eric and I finished at 3:25:09. As far as I am concerned, this was a big win.

Here’s Team Melf:
Lindy, Me, Eric, Robyn
Me and Robyn after we finished. We are totally celebrating. As we should be.
And here is my official stuff. I . Am . Awesome . If you don’t think so, then you suck.

I came home with a couple of souvenirs…and I’m not talking about my medal and MELF shirt

Yes that’s a 2 blister, blister. Awesome.

I’m happy. and proud. and so glad it’s over.

Today is Monday. If I’m not at work, now you know why…

don’t worry, I’ll save you.

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In last night’s weird dreams, I was a WWII nurse. I was also a mercenary. I looked real damn good in my hot little nurse’s uniform, while I was kicking ass and taking names with my bad ass guns and big knife.

I don’t know where any of this came from. I do know that the dream ended with my plane going down in flames and I had to save myself and my patient.

So I hooked myself and dude up to our parachutes, and tossed him out of the plane, then I jumped out after him. Of course, my chute was completely buggered but somehow I managed to dive toward dude, attach myself to him and open his chute…thereby being a heroine of epic proportions. All the while still looking really damn hot in my nurse’s uniform.

It’s my dream, and I’d appreciate it if you’d just play along. Mkay? Thanks.
Today I plan to walk 4 miles at lunch. Don’t know if I can do 6 again…mainly because I don’t have the time. But also because my legs hate me today. But they can just keep on hating me…because I have an image to uphold. I can’t continue to wear a hot nurse’s uniforms in my dreams (and be a kick ass mercenary/angel of mercy) if my legs don’t look good…

humor and my awesome kids.

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Sometimes I’m funny. This is a true story. I’m not even making it up. I can sometimes make people laugh.

And sometimes I only make myself laugh. But seriously, if I don’t make myself laugh, who will?

This morning, I made both boys laugh until my oldest asked me to stop because he was gonna have an accident and he wasn’t talking about pee.
I told him that would be a problem for me because my love stopped at teenage poop. There. I said it. I put a condition on my love for my children and that condition is poo.

This did not help the laughter situation at all, btw. But he managed to control his guts, which is good because I totally would have put him out of the car with $10 and said, “Good luck with that.” (ok, maybe a slight exaggeration as there is currently no cash in my wallet. Sorry kid.)

Anyway, I’m just glad I can crack my kids up. I figure this will go a long way in the future therapy that I will be paying for. At least they can laugh at how screwed up I made them.

I had another, almost perfect moment with my youngest this week. We were getting our geek on at the Science Fair. When it was over, we had to brave the bitter, 40 mph winds to the car which was almost 2 blocks away. In a burst of simultaneous awesome, we started singing TALK DIRTY TO ME by Poison (it had been on the radio earlier). So there I am, with my 13 year old son, racing across middle school campus belting out an 80s hairband classic. In the midst of this musical moment, a couple of girls passed us and yelled “Hey Rader’s Mom!” and I stopped singing long enough to yell “Hey strange girls I don’t know!” and then we continued on.

Yes, I am a very lucky momma. If there’s one thing I’ve ever done right in my life, it’s my awesome kids. Even if I have effed them up a bit…

in the right direction aka 2011:Day the 12th

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For the past two years, instead of New Year’s Resolution, I chose three words to describe the previous year and three words to describe the coming year.

2009

2010

I was on vacation this year, and I didn’t get to do a Day the 1st posting…so I thought I’d rectify that somewhat…

2011 Day the 12th

My words for 2010
focused
sparkly
fun

Focused would be the one word that did not ring true for the entire year. I flailed a bit. I barely wrote & I got off my fitness routine.

But sparkly and fun? Hell yeah.

So let’s get to 2011.

I’m not going to describe the coming year in three words. I’m not going to continue to make resolutions such as “Be a more disciplined writer” like I did the past two years. (because let’s face it, I’m not a disciplined writer. Not even close. So why set myself up for failure that way?)

I have one goal and one goal only for this year: Move forward.

I spoke briefly on this at Fictionistas on Friday. I’m putting one foot in front of the other and getting my life back in order. Part of doing that is cutting the negative out of my life and leaving the past where it belongs. Now it’s time to focus on my present and move into my future.

I promise to sparkle hard while I move forward. I really look best in glitter, anyway. 🙂

“We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.” Charles R. Swindoll

Attitude is everything.

ETA: my friend Elen reminded me that one of my resolutions
from the past two years was to “Laugh everyday.” She gently nudged me to
continue to do that. So, I’m officially editing my resolution list:

Move forward
Laugh everyday

Thanks Elen!

Don’t you forget about me

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El Jefe and I are headed back after a wonderful vacation! Never fear! I will return to blogging on Wednesday. Unless we win thr mega-millions lottery. If that happens, it’s been nice knowing ya!

Hope y’all had a happy new year!

i know you are but what am i?

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I need to smile this morning, so I’m quoting one of my favorite all time movies: Pee Wee’s Big Adventure

I love this movie & I loved the TV show even more.

Here are a few of my favorite lines, all spoken by PeeWee himself:


I know you are but what am I?

I pity the fool who don’t eat my cereal!

I remember…the Alamo.

Nobody hipped me to that dude.

and last but not least:

I’m a loner Dottie, a rebel.

I hope you have lots of holiday shenanigans on your plate today. If not, start cooking some up!

here’s your bonus Pee Wee Playhouse Christmas special…Grace Jones singing The Little Drummer Boy! Oh teh awesome! It surrounds me!

favorite 5 word sentence

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<– this is my mother's favorite wine. It's actually the only wine she'll drink. It's tasty and inexpensive. And sometimes on my way home, I stop off a buy her a bottle. (or 2)

I tend to go to the same stores where they all know me by name (Norm! MELF!) or by tattoo, or by hair. (or maybe by my Bend and Snap…) Anyway, last night I stopped off at a store I don’t go to very often and a new boy waited on me.

“May I see your ID?” he asked as I placed the wine on the counter.

I blushed and batted my eyes appropriately snorted.

“Sure.” I handed it over. (I’m blonde in my ID so that sometimes throws them off for a second.)

“69?” he asked. “For real?”

“For real. I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“Damn. Yeah, but I’m pretty sure I’d date you anyway.”

*love*

I’m 41. I’ll be 42 in March. There are people I graduated high school with who are already grandparents. There are people who are younger than me who already LOOK like grandparents. So the fact that I’m still getting carded is teh awesome.

Here’s hoping I never look like a MawMaw even when I am one…

*cheers!*

thank goodness that’s over (you may just wanna skip this rant)

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The one good thing I can say about the elections? They’re over–which means no more political ads.

Unfortunately, the one ad that should’ve run every 2 minutes, I never saw on TV. Sadly, I have a feeling we’re in for a repeat performance of some of the things discussed in this ad.

It’s too late now, but…in two years, maybe people will remember again.

It’s a huge pet peeve for me. I lost a house, lost my savings, and pretty much lost my marriage due to the housing crash thanks to deregulation. Yeah, I’m a bit bitter about it. But hey, now the GOP is in charge again, so surely EVERYTHING will be just fine. Right?

Hah. This country’s government has completely forgotten it is supposed to work FOR THE PEOPLE. I’m people and trust me, our government stopped working for me when Clinton’s term ended. Obama hasn’t even been given 2 years to fix the mess that it took GW 8 years to get us into. But it’s over now. And all I can say is I’d much rather watch Viagra commercials over hate-filled political ads any day.
And I’m off my political soap box. Like I said on Facebook…I’m going to my happy place where there is sunshine, unicorns, and Matt Damon.