Mel-ancholy

I’m ready for 2010. This has been a tough year for me, the holidays were even tougher, and it’s time for me to bring in a new year with a new attitude. I don’t know how I’m going to do that yet, but give me time and I’ll figure it out.

I do know one thing for sure: Next year, I’m going tropical for Christmas.

How was your holiday? Was Santa good to you?

Santa was very good to my kiddos and they’re happily staying up late, sleeping late and enjoying their time off of school.

(Even though my #2 child has 3 projects he has to have finished by Monday…and he better get with it)

I’m looking forward to Saturday…I’m going to the Liberty Bowl to see the Razorbacks play! YAY! Memphis, you better watch out!!

how lovely are your branches (on my floor)

I came home last night to find this:

I know my cats are not to blame, they can’t be bothered by the tree. I’m quite sure my dog Pete was barking out the window at someone (probably the mailman) on another street. Because HOW DARE YOU WALK ON THAT STREET OVER THERE! I found LOLDog that sums it up perfectly:

holiday spirit, loldogs n funny dog pictures - I has a hotdog!

I tried to set the tree back up but it appears the base is completely broken. Now I have to decide: do we celebrate Christmas around the broken tree or do I just undecorate the pile, clean up the mess and do without this year?

What do you suggest I do?

Mel’s 12 Days of Christmas

I would apologize for the lameness of this ‘song’ but whatever. I had fun. LOL

On the 1st day of Christmas, someone gave to me–a cold that lasted 6 days.

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my kids gave to me–2 lame excuses for not doing their chores.

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my dog gave to me–3 chewed up pens and garbage all over the floor.

On the 4th day of Christmas, my friends gave to me–4 glasses of wine and laughter that lasted all night.

On the 5th day of Christmas, my mother gave to me–5 guilt trips!

On the 6th day of Christmas, my boss gave to me–6 piles for filing and papercuts that just won’t heal.

On the 7th day of Christmas, my cats gave to me–7 giant furballs and a stinky litter box.

On the 8th day of Christmas, my mailman gave to me–8 bills I can’t pay.

On the 9th day of Christmas, my neighbor gave to me–a 9 minute fight in the street.

On the 10th day of Christmas, my statcounter gave to me–10 million searches for
Melissa Francis CNBC.

On the 11th day of Christmas, my daddy gave to me–11 books to sign for his poker buddies.

On the 12th day of Christmas, I give to you: a new set of decorative plates

You’re welcome.

let’s talk tube

TOP CHEF

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First of all, I’m very disappointed in the Top Chef finale. Not surprised–disappointed. The judges have had a Chef-mance with Michael V from the beginning and they really wanted to have it be brother vs brother in the finale so Kevin didn’t have a shot. IMO, Kevin was the most consistent chef. And frankly, I would’ve eaten EVERYTHING he cooked.

I liked the V brothers alot. I adored Bryan. I thought Michael had great vision and talent, and normally I’m all about cocky, but he was usually more cock than cocky. He needed to be knocked down a peg. I will say I laughed out loud and snorted when Tom asked him why he should be Top Chef and he said, “I just don’t want Bryan to win.” THAT was funny.

I felt like the finale should be between Kevin and Michael. I would’ve preferred Bryan, but he seems to underseason quite often. I’m not even sure why they bothered bringing Kevin to the final 3 because they knew it would be Bro vs. Bro in the end. Poor Kevin. I adored him. And he can cook for many ANYTIME.

CRIMINAL MINDS
I love this show but last night, I was screaming at the TV. (I do this when the writers make the characters do something TSTL)

So, there’s a dude with a knife in your house. He goes after your boyfriend and you try to escape. You run to the front door which is locked. What do you do next? As your boyfriend is being stabbed to death, of course you run upstairs instead of trying to just UNLOCK THE FREAKING DOOR AND RUN OUTSIDE. right?

WTF? seriously. I know the chick needed to die, but honestly, did the writers have to make her so stupid that she deserved to die from being brain dead? Unbelievable.

As she ran upstairs I just started screaming. “WTF are you running upstairs for? And why are you just standing there watching your boyfriend die? If you’re gonna run upstairs, shouldn’t you at least try to lock yourself in a room and dial 911? You deserve to die, dumbass.”

My oldest kid was laughing so hard at me. “Mom, they can’t hear you.”

“Clearly. If she could hear me, she’d be outside by now.”

TSTL. The writer who wrote that scene should be shot. Or chased upstairs by a knife weilding lunatic.

and for your dose of naughty, naughty, Christmas fivolity…I give you Lady GaGa’s Christmas Tree. “Light me up, put me on top…Let’s FaLaLaLaLa…”

You’re welcome.

what makes a great weekend…

Me and the #1 child (in birth order not preference) hanging all weekend, watching movies, football, and then going to see a friend play an acoustic show at a local dive where we also ate the best burger known to man. It’s true. Best. Burger. Ever.

Movies we watched:
The Day the Earth Stood Still: I’m a Keanu fan but I didn’t really think I would like this movie. I was pleasantly surprised.

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation: It is so good to know that my 15 year old son truly appreciates the Griswalds as much as his momma does. We laughed so hard and spent the day quoting the movie.

Sixteen Candles: We love us some Farmer Ted. And Long Duck Dong. AUTOMOBIIIIIILE?

Obsessed: I love me some crazy bitches.

The Ugly Truth: There was a lot of funny to this movie and we laughed out loud quite often…BUT…can I just say the ending scene was the biggest, most ridiculous joke on the face of this earth? Seriously. Not even necessary. It irritated me so much that it almost ruined the rest of the movie for me. Good thing I have a very active imagination and had no problem rewriting the ending in my head…which was much more satisfying. And funny.

#1 child (in birth order not preference) and I also decorated. He put the tree together and helped me string lights outside. He also cleaned his bathroom for me like a good boy. And he did his homework. Maybe this week he can be my #1 child in preference, too.

I also baked some peppermint mocha brownies, hoping they would light up some holiday spirit in my cold, black heart. They were so tasty and smelled so good, I did feel a momentary flicker…

Oh, and the Florida Gators lost. Which means Karma has a sense of humor.

Did you have fun this weekend? Do tell…

in denial

I refuse to believe it’s December.

I refuse to believe it’s almost Christmas.

It’s kinda like if I don’t open the bill, I don’t have to pay it, right?

And while I’m at it, I’m not ready for Christmas music either. Don’t that make me Bah-Humbug you. Cuz I totally will.

Okay, are y’all in the Christmas spirit? Am I alone in Scroogeville?

worst gift idea ever. and I mean EVER.

I saw a Public Service Announcement last night that left me staring at the TV with my mouth gaping open in disbelief.

A cute dude (I recognized him but I think the shock of the commercial has stunned me into forgetting his identity) stares into the camera and says:

“Fellas, wanna get your lady something special this holiday season? Schedule her a pap smear.”

WTF?

Okay, just in case you fellas reading this blog are not clear on this subject…scheduling your lady a pap smear as a special gift is a VERY BAD IDEA.

correction.

IT’S THE WORST EFFING IDEA ON EARTH. PERIOD. THE END.

If you don’t believe me, go ahead and schedule your lady a pap smear and see what happens.

Please be sure and report back when you do.

Hope you guys have a great Thanksgiving. Eat lots! Watch tons of football! Go to the movies! And enjoy your family and friends. I plan to.

conversations with an 11 year old in love

Me: How’s your girlfriend.

Himself: Sexy as ever.

Me: You did NOT just say that.

Himself: No matter what she wears, she makes it work.

Me: *speechless*

Y’all have a safe and happy Halloween! And if you’re in Arkansas, feel free to jump in your boat and paddle on over to my place. I live on a hill so I’m pretty dry.