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are you ready?

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For the

MONTH OF MEL!?

the month formerly known as March

Starting Sunday, we will celebrate the MONTH OF MEL! in style. So start thinking about what you would like to see me do…My Thursday Girls gave me a few suggestions over drinks yesterday evening. Most of them were NOT PG-13 though. Trust me when I tell you, Wax on; Wax off will never have the same meaning again.

The list of things you’d like to see so far:

Video me singing Duran Duran’s Rio (very dangerous)
Hot pink or purple streak in my hair
Video of me Zumbaing (Thanks, Ayla–seriously)
A short story including some online friends (The Romance Divas)

Then last night my Thursday Girls suggested:

Mel in a prom dress
Something involving a clown (I want to know if “murdering the clown” counts as something)

So, you got anything you want to add? I’m taking requests and if it can be done (ie I have the money to do it, am not afraid of it (see clown), or it’s not rated R or X) then I’ll do it. I will humiliate myself for you, dear blog readers.

Because this is the MONTH OF MEL! and it needs to be celebrated in style!

Today is gonna be a great day. I’m hanging out with Jen, my bff from high school. We’re getting pedicures, doing a little shopping (I have a Vicky’s Secret Gift Cert I’ve been waiting to use…) and we’re headed to 7th Street Tattoos to meet with Jud about my sooper sekrit tattoo design. It’s gonna be awesome. And don’t worry, there will definitely be a tattoo day feature on my blog once I have it!

What’s on your agenda this Friday?

in which Mel plays Bunco (or Bunko) or however you spell it

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Bunc(k)o is a dice game. (Some people spell it with a ‘k’ and some with a ‘c.’ I’m a ‘c’ girl, so from now on, it’s Bunco because honestly, the ‘k’ bugs me.) I have been asked to play Bunco in the past, but have always declined. It just didn’t sound like something I would enjoy. Or maybe the two groups that asked me weren’t my kinda people. Either way, I had never been properly introduced to Bunco.

Much to the horror of Maria Geraci, soon-to-be bestselling author of BUNCO BABES TELL ALL and BUNCO BABES GONE WILD . The thought that her BFF was a Bunco virgin? Unacceptable.

So last night, my Bunco cherry was popped.

I had the best time. This group of women was hot like me. And loud. And obnoxious. And I fit right in. Who knew that was possible?

Now I’ll admit to some confusion when the rolling began. “Roll for sixes and if you get doubles roll again.”

Huh? That’s it?

Apparently.

There are other rules, but the big one is, if you (or somebody) rolls 3 sixes (which is a Bunco) then you have to grab all the dice. If you are the roller and don’t grab the dice you get to keep rolling but whoever got the dice gets the points. (at least that’s how this group plays. I understand different groups have different rules. I’m sure the Maria Geraci the Bunco Queen will be able to tell us for sure.)

Grabbing for the dice is where things get a little dicey dangerous. If you’re not careful, you can draw back a nub. But I held my own and even rolled 1 Bunco myself. Plus I grabbed them so I got all the points. And then I grabbed two other Buncos (1 partial which still counts). So I got the hang of the game.

There was a lot of laughing and gabbing. And dice grabbing. And some screaming. When we started talking about porn, it was like snapping the last piece of the puzzle into place. These were women after my own heart.

Maybe there will be more Bunco in my future after all.

Thanks is not enough

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It’s bizarre.

I sold BITE ME! January, 2007. I’ve waited and waited and waited for the day it will hit the shelves.

Yesterday, BITE ME! was finally available for pre-order. Like a good little author, I laid on my back and whored myself out proper. (apparently, I’m a blog tramp)

And you guys responded.

I don’t know how to thank you. Every time I sit down to write this blog, to write a proper thank you note, I freeze. You guys were awesome yesterday. You ordered my book, you spread the word (much like I spread my legs), you gave me what I needed and for some reason I can’t find the right words to express my appreciation. (I’m supposed to be a writer, so this is a little unusual for me)

So let me just say, Thank You.

Those words aren’t enough and I know it. But they’re definitely a start. I told a friend of mine last night that I didn’t know how to respond to such an outpouring of support and his response? “You deserve it.”

As simple as that.

Whether I deserve it or not, that was really nice to hear. And all the private emails, facebook comments, cheering and sparkling were overwhelmingly heart-warming.

I love writing and I love this series. And I love the fact that many of you have enough faith in me to buy my first book.

Do I deserve it? No. Not really. Do I appreciate it? Absofuckinglutely. Y’all are amazing. I am humbled. I don’t do humble, so give me a minute to recover, mmmkay?

And tomorrow, I will resume regularly scheduled unserious blogging. The topic is a google phrase: “Teach My Ass Melissa”

I give you this teaser free of charge. You’re welcome.

Dear Person from Germany who googled Teach my ass Melissa,
I’m going to need a little bit of direction.

this is just a random posting

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UPDATE: I’m back over at FCR today. Come by for a visit.

The song I woke up with in my head this morning was Wham! Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go (You’re welcome)

I’m glad this week is over. Work was good and my brain is almost back to normal after Monday’s writing-palooza. FWIW, it apparently takes 4 days for a brain to solidify again after overuse liquefies it. I’m not sure how much of my brain leaked out of my ears, but I feel pretty normal, so whatever I lost must’ve been some of that ‘unused’ bit.

I caught up on LOST. It’s been a great season so far. And I’m still in love with Sawyer. He really does get the best lines.

I’m also in love with heat over Gordon Ramasy of Hell’s Kitchen. First of all, he’s a ginger (I do believe I’ve established I have a weakness for such things?) Secondly, there is something about that man’s filthy mouth and angry outbursts that just gives me goosebumps. The man turns me on, what can I say.

My Thursday Girls took me to dinner last night to celebrate my brain being solid again. I tried Mango Vodka and Tonic. Holy Potato Juice was it good. Seriously, I thought I was in love with Mandarin Vodka? No. That wasn’t love, that was intense admiration. And Mandarin Vodka and I will always have a very special relationship. But Mango Vodka won my heart last night. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Have y’all got big plans this weekend? It’s going to be gorgeous here. I’m going to be doing some writing, but I also plan to get out of the house some. I went back to the gym Wednesday, which felt great, even though my workout was shit…I’m going today, and I’m going to get the hell out tomorrow and run.

Have a great weekend!

A couple of new items have been added to my 40 at 40 list.

  1. Run a 10K
  2. Train for and run a half-marathon
  3. Get a tattoo
  4. Visit a place I’ve never been before
  5. Get waxed (Legs, pits and um…yeah. I’m gonna go there. All the way there. That will be some blog…)
  6. Meet with a financial planner
  7. See a professional (insert sport here) game
  8. See Staind in concert
  9. See Springsteen in concert (now that I’ve been properly recruited into his cult fanclub. However, I really shouldn’t add this to my list because I’m afraid that my recruiter’s ego can’t handle another stroke) ETA: am worried this won’t happen this year unless he adds some fall dates…will add it to next year’s list if need be.
  10. Lose 2 sizes
  11. Buy myself a nice piece of jewelry
  12. Get a passport
  13. Visit NY (yes, this could also be the “visit a place I’ve never been before,” but NY deserves its own line)
  14. Skinny dip in the ocean
  15. Go deep sea fishing
  16. Teach my son how to drive a stick
  17. Take a shot (or 2) of Patron (in the comfort and safety of friends who can handle Mel-on-Tequila. Have never had Patron but have been assured by many that it will change my life. It will definitely change the life of the people who witness this event, I can promise you that.)
  18. Take an unplanned road trip
  19. Take up SLR photography again
  20. Write a short story or novella (never done this, dunno if I can!)
  21. Go camping in the mountains
  22. Plant a new gardenia bush
  23. Steal a summer kiss at sunset
  24. Take a winter vacation somewhere snowy
  25. Face time with each of my out-of-state friends
  26. Try at least 1 type of new (to me) food
  27. Go golfing
  28. Write a letter
  29. Have a book launch party 😀
  30. Grow my hair out for 1 year
  31. Find a Flamingo Pez dispenser or convince Pez to make one.
  32. Schedule speaking events at schools in the fall
  33. Finish this list (for Marcus)

Land of Hope and Dreams

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If my friend hadn’t introduced me to Bruce Springsteen a few weeks ago, I would never have heard this song…and boy would I have been missing out. This song fills me.

He says its the perfect song for a liberal [like me]. *rolling eyes* I find it the perfect song for people everywhere. People who are hurting and need a change. People who need something to carry them into a new life. A life where they can dream, wish, hope, work, imagine and feel safe. A place where they can find something better for their children or for themselves. This song fills me with the light of hope . And trust me when I tell you, the light of hope has carried me through many a dark night.

Today is about hope for me. And dreams.

the races

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It was a big day Friday. I won several races, but not like my friend DeeDee. she was up $500 by the end of the day. 2 longshos came in for her in a big way.

I almost considered not going but decided against it. I wouldn’t have written anything worthwhile–I would’ve just sat there, staring at my screen pouting because I wasn’t at the races.

Here are some more pics:




There’s always a cast of characters every year. This year, the pimp in the white fur was back, plus we me these lovely ladies. We see them every year, sporting a new hat…this year, we had to stop them.

This year, instead of meeting the obligatory drunk cowboy, we met a group of drunk Latinos. Who followed us everywhere the last half hour saying, “Picture, picture!” Finally we relented and they kept trying to kiss us.

The look on my face says it all…

Hope y’all had a great weekend. Did y’all do anything special this weekend (besides miss me, of course?)

weekend update

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The races were a blast. More tomorrow. Here’s a little sneak peek though:

This is my favorite picture. Awesome.


Last night was supposed to be a low-key evening with two of my friends from college. Unfortunately, what it ended up being for me was a battle with bad shrimp. About 20 minutes after I started eating dinner, I knew something very bad was about to happen. Fishdog brought me home, and the war began. I’m much better today.

Hope y’all have had a great weekend. I’m writing, writing, writing today. Leave a message after the beep.

*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

and they’re OFF!

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Last year, there was much gnashing of teeth over photo finishes. I won one. Lost the others. Overall was win-win, but that had less to do with the money and more to do with the friends and the booze.

The horses are magnificent. When you go to the races, you should totally watch at least one actual race. And bet on a grey. Just because I said so. I also tend to bet on names. Despite some reports to the contrary, I am a girl. Sorry. I don’t have a penis, no matter how much I like to control the remote, hate bridal and wedding showers, and would rather wear a t-shirt and flip-flops over makeup and stilettos. (fuck stilettos. Totally created by men to torture women.)

Pimps and hos. Really, do I need to say anything else?

Every year has been a blast. This year, there are six of us, plus a driver. Yes, we’ve hired a driver. It’s really better that way. And we feel special when the car picks us up. This year, it’s a Navigator. Must be sure to wear my bling. As long as by bling I mean wool. Damn it’s cold today. 15 degrees right now. The high is only supposed to be 32. Brrrrrrr.

So while I’m playing with my friends, here’s a video on what true friendship is…watch it. Enjoy it. And tell me afterwards that you didn’t get a little tear. Go on. I dare ya.

messy

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I’m kind of a mess right now.

Yesterday was a big bust as a writing day. No focus. My brain is in major meltdown mode. And with the Dreadline looming, I really can’t afford a nookular meltdown of the brain.

Today I have lunch plans with my old high school boyfriend. If I remember, I’ll get a pic and maybe I’ll even post some then and now pictures. Or not. We’ll see. I had a mullet back then. Not sure I’m feeling brave enough to prove it. Ahhh, 1984–how I miss thee.

One of my best friends from college is also in town this week. Plus I’m supposed to do my annual opening day at Oaklawn on Friday with the girls. I’ve set a writing goal to meet by Friday so I can go, so I better get busy. I haven’t missed opening day in 8 years or so? Can’t blow it this year.

I have no idea what my blogs will be like this week. Could be a plenty or my little website could resemble a ghost town. We’ll see. Got any topic ideas you wanna suggest? Who knows, maybe they’ll spark my thinking cap.

It’s Monday, so I’m also over at Fictionistas today. Pop by.

music, music

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Okay, so my friend sent me 3 million 46 Bruce Springsteen songs and I’ve listened to them all and can honestly say, I really love most of what I heard. (But don’t tell him that, because he was being mean to me and I’m pouting now and will not admit to him that I like any of the songs because he should be punished) There are several songs that will become instant ‘replay’ songs for me. (If I actually liked them, which I don’t.) There are very few songs that he sent that I didn’t like. (I didn’t like any of them. I mean it. For real.)Actually most I really liked…loved even. (that’s a lie. A total fabrication.) Some of them I really got. Like with chill bumps and throat lumps and heart thumps. (again, I’m lying. Don’t know where that came from at all. Obviously, I do write fiction, because I’m making all that up.)

I love discovering new music that I totally get. Especially unexpected music. I never imagined I would ever respond to Bruce Springsteen that way. (which I didn’t) Ever. So it was a nice surprise that I felt a physical reaction to some of his songs. (physical as in stomach pain? that must be what I mean.)

Still…nothing gets me like Staind. And I had been wanting the new Staind CD for months…so I finally ordered it as my first reward CD for losing weight.

Holy shit I love this CD. Honestly, it amazes me how this band can put words to music and just affect me the way they do. Heart racing, eyes tearing, breath catching…all of it. I love this CD. I love it with a thousand ♥. I can honestly say this is my favorite band ever. Now I must see them live. I already loved 2 songs from this CD, Believe and All I Want…and now, even though I love the whole CD, there’s another song that will rival Please and It’s Been Awhile from their older stuff…Tangled Up In You. Wow. I totally love this song. Makes my heart hurt a little.

Am I the only one who is affected by music this way?

Here’s the song…just listen, the video is just the album cover, so you don’t really have to watch. Just listen. Seriously, I ♥ this song. I ♥ Staind. And I ♥ Bruce Springsteen. (I’m lying) Who knew I had it in me?

I’m also at Fictionistas today talking about people who deserve to be tasered on the spot. Stop by!

Oh, and I went to the gym at 5:00 AM this morning. Yes, it’s true. I really did.