You’re welcome for this video.

My favorite moment from our Mother’s Day brunch yesterday… We had a great day. The Godfodda transformed into a fabulous chef and prepared us a yummy brunch of Eggs Benedict with Lobster and Crab cakes. El Jefe put his magic touch on the best Bloody Marys known to man. Or as I like to call them, liquid salad. The kids served us and entertained us and teased us and it was wonderful.

With my belly full of goodness, I took a lovely little siesta.

 It was a great day filled with love and friendship.

In other weekend news, we went to see the Avengers on Saturday. Whoa and damn, what a fantastic movie. Joss Whedon continues to amaze me. And I officially have a crush on The Hulk.

Y’all have a great Monday! And please, enjoy Rader’s serenade. It will amaze you.

bear with me while I get a little philosophical

Or you could BARE with me and take your clothes off…

A friend of mine posted this link on Facebook yesterday and it really spoke to me. It sums up exactly what I’ve been trying to do for the past few years of my life. I’ve realized lately that I’ve been letting a lot of negative people and actions take over my generally happy disposition and I’m working hard to rectify that.

Happiness is very much a state of mind (unless there is an underlying medical reason involved. And if that is the case, please don’t ignore it, or self-medicate it, or just hope it will pass. Depression and bipolar disorder, etc. are not things you hope will go away. They can affect every part of your life and there is no shame in seeking help. /mothering moment). Anyway, as I was saying, happiness is often a choice. You can choose to dwell on the crap in your life that is weighing you down or you can choose to appreciate the good you have. You can let life happen to you or you can make life happen.

I made a list yesterday, and I’m not kidding myself that everything is perfect, like unicorns farting sparkles, sunshine and butterflies, or Adam Levine naked cooking me dinner…but when I look at the good I have and compare it to the negative, I’m winning.

That’s right, Charlie Sheen. WINNING. (don’t reenact scenes from Platoon with Charlie Sheen)

Here are a few of the list of 15 items from the article that I’ve been really working on.

1. LOVE vs. FEAR. Well, I can tell you for sure that those people who are really happy, FEAR less and LOVE a lot more. They see each moment, each challenge, each person as an opportunity to discover more about themselves and the world around them.

Of course there are things I’m afraid of in life, but I will tell you, I’m not afraid of being hurt. Sure it sucks, but each painful experience I’ve had, no matter how devastating it was to me at the time, has made me stronger. I try to love with all I have and if that love/friendship is rejected, it will not reflect on me or my lack of giving or trying.

3. FORGIVENESS vs. UNFORGIVENESS. Really happy people know that it’s not healthy to hold on to anger. They choose to FORGIVE and FORGET, understanding that FORGIVENESS is  a gift they give to themselves first and foremost.

I actually forgive more than I should, sometimes. However, it is sometimes hard for me to let go and forget. This is something I’ve been struggling with for years and have started really focusing on truly forgiving and letting go.

4. TRUST vs. DOUBT. They trust themselves and they trust the people around them. No matter if they talk to the cleaning lady or the C.E.O. of a multi billion company, somehow they always seem make the person they are interacting with feel like there is something unique and special about them.

They understand that beliefs become self-fulfilling prophecies, and because of that, they make sure to treat everybody with love, dignity and respect, making no distinctions between age, sex, social status, color, religion or race. These are the great men that Mark Twain was talking about: “Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.” Mark Twain

I am a very trusting person and I’m proud that I surround myself with people I can trust. The problem is, when my trust is broken, I struggle with the forgive and forget part….

 12. GRATITUDE vs. INGRATITUDE. No no matter where they look, no matter where they are or with who, they have this capacity of seeing beauty where most of us would only see ugliness, opportunities, where most of us would only see struggles, abundance where most of us would only see lack and they express their gratitude for them all.

If everyone focused on being grateful for what they have, we’d all be happier. Hence my list making…and damn, I have no reason to be ungrateful. I’m a very lucky woman.

Okay, sorry for being all serious and stuff. I’m just really tired of negativity and I’m really focusing on fixing my attitude. I can only be responsible for my outlook on life. I know that no matter what happens to me, I’ll be okay. I want to put good out into the world so good will come back to me. It works. Everyone should try it!

Now for some less serious stuff, I posted some fun things on Pinterest yesterday. You know I’m not that active there, but when I am, I always find good stuff! hah!

Also, check out the most pitiful pug known to man. Oh my, Ruby. Why so sad?

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

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

hairs day! prom! friends! wine! opossum!

Today I get my hairs did. Which is good, because my Go-Go Red needs to be punched up a bit.

We pick up Ian’s tux this afternoon. Prom. ❤

I had a great night with an old friend last night. Well, “old” as in lifelong…We hadn’t seen each other in a decade. It was amazing catching up with her. We will not wait so long to hang out again.

Another awesome thing about last night? She introduced me to a wonderful new wine. And you know I always love new wine. Especially when it’s in a bottle!! (Unless it is that crappy white zinfadel. That belongs in the toilet.)

Paul Hobbs Chardonnay. ZOMG. My taste buds and liver were so damn happy.

ION (of the weird variety) There was a possum in our backyard this morning. (or as one of my high school teachers would say: Miss McKenzie, that would be opossum. there is no such animal as a “possum”) Frieda Mae actually picked it up and carried it around like  puppy. I’M NOT KIDDING, PEOPLE! Picked. It. Up. Then it played dead. It was very committed to its role as dead possum. El Jefe scooped it up with a shovel and dust pan and placed it on the other side of the fence…where it continued to play dead.

Welcome to Arkansas.

If it’s still there when I get home, I’m going to name it Fred Finkle.

sowing the seeds

My blog title sounds deep, huh? Except I’m being literal…check out the progress on the seeds I have sown!

This is after 1 week of growth. I can’t wait for flowers!

Oh and before I forget, here’s my daily check in from yesterday:

Writing: No new words, but I read over my pages and notes that I’ve made.

Exercise: Walked on campus yesterday. Nothing really strenuous, but definitely movement. Today I will be going to the gym at lunch.

This past Saturday, a group of us got together for a patio cookout. Check out the view!

We had a great night…lots of food and laughter, and for once, I wasn’t the one taking all the pictures! I did, however, apply a filter to one of them just because I find it totally fun.


I’ve been told the next cookout will be held at the Compound de MelJefe. I suppose I should start looking for a date…and possibly purchase a grill. 🙂

hello Wine Wednesday

I’m so happy to see you again.

Ian has prom next week and will be getting fitted for a tux tonight. OMG. My baby treefrog has prom. Now if I could just get him to drive…

Friday, I have pedi-time scheduled with Bell Bottoms. I’ve been checking out the spring/summer OPI colors and I’m having a hard time choosing. I hope CK Nails has the 2012 Holland colors…Here’s where I’m leaning:

 Kiss me on my Tulips
 Red Lights Up Ahead…Where?
A Roll in The Hague
Thanks a Windmillion
So…what do you think?

Month of Mel 2012: Day the last

Technically tomorrow is the end of the Month of Mel but since I rarely blog on the weekend, I am going to wrap it up today.

The Month of Mel came in like a lion and is going out like a hungry lion. hah! I actually thought this week was going to be low key and tame, and then I decided at the last minute to go out last night. Let’s just say, I don’t usually do late nights (early mornings) on a school night, but I made an exception last night. And I’m glad I did. I love my people. They know just how to make it all better.

I had a great birthday month, overall. I have some wonderful friends who play along with my goofiness, who treat me like I’m awesome, and who never fail to make me laugh. I’m a very lucky girl.

Happy Friday y’all. May all your terrible ideas turn out to be awesome.

The Ides of Melf 2012

I have the best friends in the world. Yesterday they made me feel special and loved and it was wonderful.

Today, it’s back to work. Tomorrow, Ian turns 18 and I’ll probably take to my bed. After we go to Oaklawn that is…

Here’s my goddaughter dressing up as me for my birfday:

And here we are being silly:

And check this out! I bought myself a birthday gift that I LOVE so much. I’ve never had a Coach purse before… And now I do. It’s so me!

Celebrate the Ides of Melf by doing something sweet and romantic for someone you love.

THE DAY OF MEL 2012

Guess who contacted me to wish me a very special birthday? I’m placing it under the cut because it my offend some of your delicate sensibilities. (If it does, you’re probably new to me…Hi! I’m Melf and I am an adult, and this is my blog, and sometimes I say adult things. Also it’s my birthday, so there. Also, you should go buy my books so I can quit my day job.)

I KNEW MATT DAMON WASN’T OVER ME! I’m sorry EL Jefe. But it’s Matt Damon. I know you understand… 😉

It is the Day of Mel and my co-workers brought me colorful sprinkled donuts! El Jefe took my car to be fixed (because he is made of awesome). My girlfriend is apparently buying my lunch today (and by “lunch” I mean “wine”) and my boss just gave me the afternoon off to celebrate (okay, she didn’t want me coming back to work hammered. whatever.) Life is pretty awesome.

Month of Mel 2012: Days 10, 11, 12

Studio 54 was a rockin’ good time.

Here is more photographic evidence.

I’m exhausted still, but wow, did I have a great time. I have the best friends and the best boyfriend ever. I love that everyone embraced the theme with gusto and went all in. And my friend Bell Bottoms? I don’t know how I got lucky enough to have her in my life, but I am so grateful for her.

My birthday is in 2 days… and my little Tree Frog’s birthday is Friday. My itty bitty baby boy is going to be 18 this week. Yes, I had him when I was 10. Thank you for noticing.

In other news, my Tree Frog is also now an official college student. He received his acceptance over the weekend. This is a huge week for us. I have, as yet, come to terms with the fact that my baby is a grown man. I may not survive it…