Dear Rader #20

Dear Rader,

Well, you’re almost there. You’ve almost made it to the magic age where you can purchase wine for me. What a glorious time to be alive!

In all seriousness, I know I talk about how proud I am of you and your brother. You both are probably sick of hearing it, but you just need to deal with it today.

I spoke of your drive and your dedication to your education and your amazing work ethic last year. That hasn’t changed. Your grades and the fact that you’ve maintained all your scholarships show me that your education is the most important thing in your life right now. I’m glad, because dude, Hendrix ain’t cheap! And the fact that you earn your tuition and living expenses through study is no easy feat. And yes, I am proud of you and grateful that you understand how important this is to your future.

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I love how willing you are to humor me when I make you watch movies like ANIMAL HOUSE and how you quickly you realize that many of the phrases we use today originated from the awesome that was the 70s and early 80s. I love that when the Manpanion and I started calling you Lazlo from¬†¬†REAL GENIUS, you asked to watch that movie so you’d get the reference.

Your sense of humor has always been well beyond your years. I remember watching SNL with you when Will Ferrell was on the cast and you not only understood what made the show so funny, when you didn’t, you asked why. Because you WANTED to understand.

Thank you for being there for me, when I didn’t feel like I had anyone last year. Sometimes you shoulder so much more than you should, but it’s in your nature and it’s why you are you.

Never change, Monkey. You bring color to this life and I will always be forever grateful I got the privilege of being your Mom.

Love,
Momma.

‘merica!

americaThe prodigal teen-almost-grown-ass-man and his friend have returned to the house. Just passing through, I’m sure. They have too many video games to play elsewhere to stick around too long.

I’ve heard from Rader and he’s have a grand ol’ time. He’s gonna be plum worn out when he gets home on Sunday. He better send me some pictures!

My grumpy bear is still down with the lurgy, so we are just having a very chill day at the house. I will do the John Deere thing (a girl should always have a back up date for a holiday, just in case her #1 choice catches the plague) John Deere always treats me right.

Since the big boy is home, I’m going to send him out to buy me some fireworks because we are not under a burn ban for the first time in years, and I’m gonna light some shit on fire. blow shit up. make things go boom.

Also, there will be sparklers, because I’m a girl and I love them.

Hope you guys are getting your 4th on in style. Let the gluttony and explosions begin!

Team America! Fuck. Yeah.

2013: Month of Mel Days 16-25

I took a blogging break for my birthday month. Sometimes a girl just needs a little downtime. So…let me catch you up.

My TreeFrog turned 19 on the 16th. We had Japanese food and pedicures to celebrate.

Rader went for Catholic High colors. Ian chose to be Emo Nemo with black toes and I really wanted a touch of spring, so I chose the lovely blue.

Last week, my friend Lynne did my lashes for me. And now my eyes POP.

It’s amazing how different having long lashes can make your eyes look. My natural lashes are thin, straight, short and blond. (sounds like my first boyfriend!) Curling and mascara don’t really help much.

I’m totes digging the lashes. I’m bangin’ hot now. (not that I wasn’t before. but whatever.)

It seems that Mother Nature decided that since I bought a convertible AND got my toes did, that she needed to punish me for wishful thinking. Spring has not sprung. I need some warm weather, stat. I need some sun on my skin, wind in my hair, and quality time on a boat. Sooner rather than later.

Hope you guys had a good week and weren’t too bored without me. I know, I miss y’all, too.

2013: THE DAY OF SPARKLE

 I’m sparkling so bright, I’ve got a glowing halo!

Good Grief. What a fantastic morning, so far! I love that my friends embrace the fun that is my birthday. Seriously, if you’re not having a good time today, it’s your own damn fault.

(click here to read about the LEGEND OF THE SPARKLE)

(click here to read how THE MONTH OF MEL came to be)

My birthday eve was fabulous…We built a fire in the pit, Dale came over for a visit, and the boys made s’mores. El Jefe was sure to kiss me lots and tell me happy pre-birthday. My sparkle was turned up to 11.


I woke this morning to the sound of growling. It was Big Boy. He’s usually a lover, not a fighter, so I decided to investigate (with Ruby’s “help” of course). Well, it seems Big Boy had caught me a tiny little field mouse for my birthday. I tried to save the poor baby, but Little Kitty Foo Foo wouldn’t hear of it. 

 I leave Ruby to tend to the kitteh bidness and go to the kitchen for some much needed morning Joe. And this is what I see…

Gifts…from Box Turtle! One of my favorite locally-owned stores ever!

And this was inside the lovely packages:

The earrings are my birthstone and hammered silver,  handmade by a local artist.

The card with the pearl necklace (MINDS OUT OF GUTTER PLEASE) reads:

Pearls of …

LOVE
with time, patience and a little help from mother nature, a pearl grows into an object of beauty and simplicity. pearls represent the best in us…something beautiful that comes from within. wear your necklace as a reminder that you are incredibly loved.

My heart kinda sorta melted when I read that. El Jefe…you may just be a keeper…

I feel incredibly loved. And so happy to have a group of friends that embrace my goofiness because they love me. And to prove it, check out my favorite email of the day (so far)

Damn right. Now sparkle on bitches! Let’s make today unforgettable and unregrettable! Yes. I made up that word. It’s my birthday, and I’ll say what I wanna!

2013: Month of Mel Day 8

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL (WORKING) WOMEN’S DAY!

 International Women’s Day is sponsored worldwide by the United Nations. The roots of this celebration goes back to the late 1800’s to early 1900s. It grew from women’s socialist movements and early women’s trade union groups.

The first International Women’s Day was held March 19, 1911. Women socialists and trade unions held an earlier Women’s Day on the last Sunday in February, 1908. The event grew from there and has been celebrated annually since. The focus is upon women workers, and advancing women’s rights in  the workforce, politics and society.

Know how you can support a woman? Tell the government to stay out of her body and also, yell at your representatives if he or she didn’t sign the Violence Against Women Act.

Also, tell her she sparkles. When a woman feels good on the inside, it shows on the outside and you should let her know.

You know what else is celebrated today?

BE NASTY DAY (I’m not even kidding…)

There’s naughty days, and nice days, and all sorts of goodie gumdrop days. So, it stands to reason that there will be a few negative type of days. This is one of them.

I think if you want to celebrate this day, it’s all you. I’m too happy to be nasty…unless you’re talking spicing up your sex-life…and if it’s between two (or more) consenting adults, then I’m all for you being as nasty as you want.

Tonight, my college roommates and I celebrate my birthday. It will be a good time. I am very much looking forward to seeing them…Now, if I can just blink my eyes and wiggle my nose and get my college body back before dinner.

You guys had better have a great weekend. I have plans with Sally Sparkle. It’s gonna be a topless kind of Saturday…!

2013: MONTH OF MEL DAY 1

Are you guys ready for 31 DAYS OF SPARKLE? I’ll be watching you…I expect a month full of awesome…got it?

Okay, I don’t really want anyone to celebrate so hard they wind up arrested. I promise.

I start the month off with a lunch with friends. Then I’m off to the Expo to pick up my packet for the 1/2 Marathon on Sunday. The very marathon I am so ill-prepared for it isn’t even funny. But that isn’t gonna stop me…This is the MONTH OF MEL by golly! I can do anything!

Hope you guys have a great Friday and a fabulous weekend! 

Made it home.

We had an unexpected death in the family, so El Jefe and I headed off to Georgia for a few days of sadness and celebration.

I enjoyed meeting new members of his family. There were some laughter and good times, despite the very sad circumstances.

I also got to spend some quality time with these fellows every morning…

We returned last night…spent an hour stuck in traffic thanks to construction and morons who can’t drive. Sally Sparkle proved herself to be an excellent road trip car. I foresee more trips for much more fun reasons in the future.

Apparently we’re supposed to get “snow and sleet” today. So far, it’s just cold and rainy, though my favorite local weatherman has promised:

Team coverage of the approaching winter storm on Channel 7 News Midday Arkansas starting at 11:30 #arwx” 

By golly, if Todd Yakoubian says it’s a ‘winter storm’, I’m gonna go buy my bread and booze!

Okay, maybe not. It’s supposed be almost 50 degrees tomorrow. It’s not like this is a real winter storm. Hmph.

Happy Wine Wednesday!

Sad News, Happy News

Last night, Ruby went missing for over an hour. We let her out with Trin-Trin like we always do. She didn’t come back after about 20 minutes, which is unusual, so we started to look for her. We searched 3 different properties that are attached and cover more than 10 acres. We searched across the street, even though she has never ventured across the street before. Nothing.

Finally, after more than an hour, I looked in a different ditch across the street, and there she was. Shivering and weak. I picked her up and there was no yelping, so I didn’t think she got hit. She had a scraped bottom lip that was bleeding, and that seemed to be the extent of her injuries.

We thought she may have gotten scared by a car and fell down the ditch and then was just too cold to move.

However, once she warmed up, we discovered her sweet little pug tail was broken. Hanging limp as a noodle. And she was having a real difficult time with her back legs. She’s at the vet now and we are waiting to hear what’s going on. Poor Ruby-Doobie-Doo. It looks like she was definitely clipped by a car. So we wait.

We’re all pulling for you Rubes.

Now, in happier news…

Remember how I sold German Rights to BITE ME?

Well, we can add LOVE SUCKS! to that mix now! That’s right! Lovely Agent emailed me this morning and said CORA wanted to buy the rights to LOVE SUCKS! Yippee!!