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weekend recap AND A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my dear friend Robyn, aka Birdrunner. I am so happy we are friends!

The boys and I had a very relaxing weekend. Both kids had soccer, I had to help mom with some computer issues which are STILL unresolved, I ended up having my own computer issues…which hopefully will be resolved this week. I do NOT want to buy a new computer. Grumble. Moan.

I also caught up on some much needed rest. It also rained yesterday so we got out of lawn duty. Which just means I’ll be catching up all week…

And if you’re following my Project Runway recaps at Hey Don’t Judge Me, I’m caught up through Ep. 7 and have high hopes of having Ep. 8 up by morning.

In other fun news, I’ve downloaded some fun picture apps. Hipstamatic (which takes digital pics and makes them look analog. Holy crap I’m gonna go broke adding on the extras. But damn the photos are cool) Instagram and PE Studio. All kinds of fun stuff with these apps. Check it out:

Oh boy. I’m never gonna stop with the pictures now. Sorry guys.

day of love hangover

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Hope everyone properly OD’d on yesterday’s forced day of love.

Actually, I don’t have a problem with Valentine’s Day, but then, I’m not the kind of person who needs a holiday to give a gift or send a card. Or write a little note.

I’m a giver like that. no comments necessary from the peanut gallery. *ahem*, that means YOU.

The problem with being a giver is I get sooooo excited sometimes that I can’t even wait to give the gift. Like last weekend, I found this awesome Hot Wheels Airship and I had planned to just leave it somewhere for El Jefe to find after I left for the weekend…but of course, I pretty much walked in the door and was all “I totally have something awesome for you here let me show you it!” (and I’m sure I said it as all one word…)

Heh. What’s a girl to do?

Anyway, El Jefe and I did our V-Day stuff over the weekend (it’s lovely waking to the scent of roses in the morning…)so yesterday it was all about my friends and my kids. And we had a great time, eating food we shouldn’t be eating and laughing a lot.

Not really sure how that’s any different from any other day, but whatevs. It was the Day of Love and we had a lovefest.

Then we piled into my bed and watched Mike and Molly and Hawaii 5-0 while Kitty G entertained herself by boxing the mirror and playing with a hairband. FOR HOURS. (Have you watched Mike and Molly yet? That show is so funny!)

I hope you were treated to something very special and that the only coupons involved were from a book of love…

because i want you

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There is no better scene in this world than this one from STRANGER THAN FICTION.

I decided that quoting this scene was too much, even though the words are still as strong out of context, the tension and honesty in this scene should be viewed.

Now from a writer’s perspective, I have to admit I love the scenes with Emma Thompson as she’s narrating while she writes. This particular passage always gets me:

Kay Eiffel: As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.

Okay, it’s humpday. The female terrorists kittehs have been wrangled and taken back to the vet as it seems their constant cage fighting and terroristic training has opened up their incisions. Yay for yucky, gaping abdomen holes! Has this slowed them down? Not. One. Bit.

I’m working today, finishing stuff up. I have Christmas bunko tonight, hanging with pals tomorrow and my pal Laura’s birthday on Christmas Eve…this will be my first Christmas Eve without the kids. I’m not really looking forward to waking up Christmas morning alone without them, but I’ll see them mid-morning and it will all be good. It will also give me a chance to sleep off all the wine I will have consumed with Laura the night before.

3 days left til Ho, Ho, Ho!

Let Love Rule (Melf on another Soapbox)

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THIS (if that link doesn’t work, try this one)is unacceptable. Hatred and bigotry in any form is just plain not okay. Period. And this man is a member of a school board! Is this the type of person you would want representing your children?

Quote from Clint McCance’s facebook page:

“Seriously they want me to wear purple because five queers committed suicide. The only way I’m wearin’ it for them is if they all commit suicide. I cant believe the people of this world have gotten this stupid. We are honoring the fact that they sinned and killed themselves because of their sin.”

“Being a fag doesn’t give you the right to ruin the rest of our lives. If you get easily offended by being called a fag then don’t tell anyone you are a fag. Keep that shit to yourself. It pisses me off though that we make a special purple fag day for them. Ilike that fags cant procreate. I also enjoy the fact that they often give each other aids and die.”

I’m disgusted. Truly, in my gut, disgusted. And I’m sad that Arkansas will get a bad rap over the short-sighted, hate-filled opinion of this one man who happens to live in this beautiful state.

I can’t believe this man holds a position of power in a school district. Shame on you, sir. It seems you’ve forgotten a very important rule in life…DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU. Christian or not, that’s a pretty darn good guideline to go by, don’t you think?

No matter how you feel about homosexuality, you should definitely agree that wishing kids dead is not okay. If you think it is, get off my blog, please. You’re not welcome ’round these parts. I don’t hate you, I just don’t wanna be around you. Kthxbai.

ETA: This is an article that has a screenshot of his actual facebook page and includes more hate-filled quotes, including this gem: “I would disown my kids they were gay. They will not be welcome at my home or in my vicinity. I will absolutely run them off.”

Here at Mel-O-Drama, we prefer to Let Love Rule. Take it away, Lenny:

um, where did u go?

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yeah. I totally had a blog topic in my head this morning.

And now that topic has totally disappeared. Vanished. Run away. Died a thousand deaths. Went kaput. Is temporarily unavailable.

Whatever you wanna call it, it’s gone.

So now what do I talk about? I could discuss last night’s Bachelorette, but that would bore you all to tears. Yes. Yesterday’s show was the most boring Bachelorette ever. YAWN. No big surprises. No big deal with who was sent home. Lots of forced drama. Blah. Blah. Blah. I will say, I really, really, really like Chris L. and his cute little Cape Cod accent. And Jesse should just never wear a shirt. Ever.

I’m going to see Sex and the City tomorrow afternoon with my girlfriends.

Tonight is Trivia Night. But I’m feeling kinda blah and low key…guess that realy doesn’t have anything to do with my head full of useless knowledge, but I do tend to have a better time when my sparkle is running at 110%. Guess I need to get my sparkle going again.

I’ll leave you guys with my favorite pic from yesterday. The big guy is Buckshot…my neighbor’s big old aging yellow lab. The pug, is of course my Ruby. Isn’t this a great shot?

open hearts? or T-n-A?

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Okay, am I the only one?

Kay Jewelers and Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman Jane Seymore have teamed up with this new “Open Hearts” jewelry.

Seriously. Am I the only person who sees this design and thinks, “Tits and Ass.”

Do you see it? Or is it just me? That is totally Tits and Ass. I don’t care who you are. I know you see it.

If I’m being honest, I have to admit that I kinda want that to be my ass. I mean, look how perfect and round it is. Dammit. It’s the ass of my #1 enemy at the gym, Barbie Hair Girl. I now hate that ass. Stupid Dr. Quinn and her perfect ass necklace. Not nice. Not fair. And why the hell would I want to wear Barbie Hair Girl’s ass around my neck? I wouldn’t.

I like the idea behind the design, but really? I just don’t see open hearts. I see Tits and Ass. And trust me when I say, I have plenty of both, I don’t need a necklace to prove it.

Dear stoopidMen,
Do not buy this for your wife/girlfriend/lover/mistress/friend that is girl.

It will just remind her of her big tits and ass…or her lack thereof.

Get her something much more personal. Like a card that says what you can’t, or make her a CD of y’all’s favorite songs, or cook her dinner, or clean her house, or just take the kids out for a night so she can read/sleep/play tiddly-winks go to bed early. But don’t get her the T-n-A necklace. It’s just not right.

I’m over at Fictionistas today, expanding on my gift theory. Head over if you want to hear more.