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I had a great weekend but I’m not ready for today. At all. I even went to bed last night before the Denver/Steelers game was over. I had hoped to see Tim Tebow cry again, but even that hope couldn’t keep my poor, tired eyes open.

Oh, I did have 80s Bunko on Friday night. Check out the picgasm of Awesome:

Do you recognize Jenn’s “character” from a very popular 80s TV Show? I’ll give you a hint: You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and then you have the Facts of Life…

I had to do the ever so popular close up with the hand to the face pic. My bangs were so crunchy, Cap’n Crunch asked to borrow my technique for his next cereal. I was also wearing a blue jean skirt and leopard print leggings with a belt around my awesome Spuds MacKenzie shirt. And Yes. That is my originial Spuds MacKenzie shirt…

Hope y’all had a good one! Maybe I’ll be more myself tomorrow…

bring it back!


I’m a citrusy-sweets girl. I prefer lemon over chocolate any day. Any time. Anyhow. (as a matter of fact, I can’t quite kill a craving for a lemon cupcake with lots of lemon frosting…)

That said, there was one wonderful chocolate confection from my childhood that would probably have me choosing chocolate over lemon…The Marathon Bar.

It was a long chocolate covered caramel braid. It was the funnest candy bar on earth to eat because you could take your chewy-gooey time with it if you wanted OR you could try to wad the whole thing up and stuff it in your mouth and see how long it took you to eat it. (not that I would ever do such a thing. Nope not me. I’m nothing but proper)

Best candy bar ever.

Apparently Cadbury has come up with a replacement called the Curly-Wurly but it can only be found in the UK and Canada.

Why am I being denied this morsel of tasty goodness? Is it because I have publicly denounced chocolate in favor of lemon? Are the chocolate faeries punishing me? Are they waiting until I take back my love for lemony treats before they reward me with the chocolate-caramel braid of love?

Well sorry to disappoint you, Chocolate Fae. I’m sticking to my gums guns. Lemon is better than chocolate. But if you bring back the Marathon Bar, I promise to rethink my position.

Now where’s my cupcake?

THE GREAT RADIO DEBACLE OF 1983

Once upon a time I was a high school freshman.

My 9th grade year was full of firsts. First love (hi Dmac!) First hickey (hi Dmac!) First diet. First pair of designer jeans. First C…

and my first time as a radio star.

Well, sorta.

An old friend and I reconnected on Facebook this week and he mentioned that he can’t think about me without thinking about THE GREAT RADIO DEBACLE. Ah yes. RadioHead by thy name.

See, it all started out innocently enough. I had this Civics teacher who I couldn’t stand. She was boring and mean. And she couldn’t stand me. Mostly it was just a personality conflict, but it became personal when she assigned me a controversial topic to debate. The class voted via secret ballot before the debate and again after. I swayed the class. (I can be quite convincing, ya know.) She didn’t like it because it went against her beliefs. (yet she assigned me that topic and that side of the debate) and she honestly took it out on me everyday after that.

So anyway, one of the morning shows was hosting “complain about a teacher day” and so I called in. The DJ asked me questions about her, and I answered them. I never named her, but I did talk about her (lack of) teaching habits (she read to the class directly from the book) and I talked about the debate. And then…I decided to spout off one more thing. “Not only is she mean and boring, but she also looks like a rat.” (She totally looked like Master Splinter from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!)

Now, I didn’t say my name and I certainly didn’t think anyone would know it was me…so imagine my surprise to discover the whole school was talking about it when I arrived that day.

Oh yes. Word travels fast…

What a mess that turned out to be. I had Master Splinter in 2nd period and the first thing she did was read the definition of Slander in front of the class.

slander [slan-der]
–noun
1. defamation;
calumny: rumors full of slander.
2. a malicious, false, and defamatory
statement or report: a slander against his good name.
3. Law. defamation by
oral utterance rather than by writing, pictures, etc.

I had no idea she would find out about it; I had NO idea my little call would cause such a problem! So I was seriously ready to apologize to her until she got up in front of class and threatened to sue me for slander stating that calling her a rat was defamation.

And that’s when I stood and said, “I’m sorry, but I did NOT call you a rat. I merely said you look like one. And I stand by that opinion.”

I spent the day in and out of the office. My mom was called in and we had to have a meeting about my poor decision making.

Mom stood by me. She said what I did was stupid (and it was) but I did it on my own time, didn’t name the teacher, and since there is this thing called freedom of speech, there was little the school could do.

And she was right. I did get D-Hall for mouthing off to Master splinter in class, but they couldn ‘t punish me for the radio stunt.

Master Splinter continued to punish me all year long (I love it when adults act like children. You know, I was 15. I was stupid. She was the adult. She should have risen above her hurt pride and set an example. But no.) She accused me of cheating once (which didn’t happen and even the counselor agreed it appeared that she was trying to get me back) and she gave me my first unearned C on a report card.

I will say that even though the stunt I pulled was EPIC on the scale of dumbassness, I believe that whole incident really helped shape me into the person I am today:

Oppositional.

kickin’ it old skool

So this morning a co-worker asked me if I was like the mother from Harper Valley PTA. I had to laugh because, you know what? I kinda am. A lot of you won’t remember the song because you weren’t even embryos then. But believe me I remember the song & the movie. Here ya go:

I remember this video like it was yesterday. We won’t talk about how ‘yesterday’ was 24 years go.

gunter glieben glauchen globen

I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY!
IT’S BETTER TO BURN OUT
THAN TO FADE AWAY!

Not really sure why I woke up singing Def Leppard’s ROCK OF AGES, but there ya go. I did. And now I’ve shared it with you. Enjoy today’s ear worm. You’re welcome.

I’m headed to Arkadelphia, AR today to speak to 75 school media specialists/librarians today. Yeah, I’m gonna have something to say, all right. Just not quite sure what that is yet. 🙂 Hope they like gibbering idiots.

I’ll make sure to be really cute and sparkly and hope to distract them away from the actual content of my presentation.

In other news, my brother posted a pic of us as kids on Facebook. He’s adorable in this picture. I have a bad hair cut, bad teeth, and a really ugly dress on. I think all pictures taken in the 1970s should just automatically self-destruct.

But since they don’t and since it’s already on Facebook, I’ll share it with you guys, too. This is one of my many ugly duckling pictures. I had potential…but it was buried way down deep.

Thank the goddess of hair for real hair styles nowadays…and the dentistry gods for braces. It’s really unfair how damn cute my brother is here. I’m still bitter about it.

proof I did not get D-hall yesterday

Bryant High School wasn’t a small school when I graduated 20+ a few years ago. I mean, my class had 300 people in it, so you can’t call it ‘small.’ BUT compared to the Bryant of today, it’s damn near microscopic.

I met with the students in the North Library, I believe. Yes, they’re so big now, they have a North and South Library (though yesterday was the final day for that building to be a library…it was being turned into a band room) The North Library used to be my Middle School library. I swear the campus is kinda like the Blob and is slowly taking over the world one patch of dirt at a time. You students better be careful or it’ll get you, too!

Walking into the building gave me major flashbacks. Nothing bad, I rather enjoyed high school overall. I mean, we all had our bad experiences, but I can’t say that high school was a terrible place. Maybe I’ll tell you some of my favorite high school stories later…the good and the bad.

Anyway…Everyone was wonderful and so welcoming. I was treated like a celebrity…and let’s face it, that’s how it should be. I mean, c’mon! I’m MEL! I signed books and took pics and had a jolly good time.

And then they wanted me to talk. I’m not really sure why because what do I have to say? But I dug deep and I found subjects (thanks to the many brilliant questions my rapt audience asked me).

My Western Civ teacher, Mr. Cole came to see me. I love that man. he was one of my favorite teachers of all time. I climbed up in my attic today to see if I could find my picture of the two of us together my senior year, but I couldn’t find it. I know I have it around here some where but I’ll have to post it later. Anyway, here I am with Mr. Cole today. Kinda wish I’d have crossed my legs for ya. Sorry ’bout that.

Not the greatest pic but I know there are better ones out there and when they get sent to me, I’ll post.


This was really an amazing experience for me and I can’t wait to do it again. Thanks so much to Marcia Schiffl and Jill Martin for putting this together and inviting me. And a big fat double thank you to the students who showed up and pretended to be interested in what I had to say. THAT was the most awesome thing EVER.

BTW, like the true person with oppositional defiant disorder, I chewed gum the entire time because I just had to stick it to the man for making that stupid rule back in the day…because I know at least 1 of my 5 weeks of D-hall my senior year was due to gum chewing. LOL

back to my Alma Mater


I’ve been invited to speak to the Bryant Hornet Reading Club this morning. I’m totally stoked! I hear some of my former teachers may make an appearance. Not sure if I’m ready to face that music yet.

I mean, I was a good girl despite the fact that I spent several weeks of my senior year in D-hall. I wasn’t being bad, I was just misunderstood.

I swear.

Hmmm, maybe I should’ve prepared something to talk about in advance.

Ooops.

Oh well, good thing I’m a talker. No telling what I might decide to discuss today!

the power (ballad) of love

(if you’re reading this on FB, you’ll have to go to my website to see the videos…if that’s what you’re into…)

Some days a girl just needs to rock out with her heart out. (oh, I know what y’all were thinking I was gonna say there. But seriously. This is a family blog. *snort* yup, I said that. Out loud.) Anyway, some days are power ballad days: and today is one of them.

It started this morning when Def Leppard’s LOVE BITES came on the radio. (Really, can’t everything be blamed on Def Leppard one way or another? Or is that just me?)

How can you hear that song and not feel their pain? Heart wrenching. Or at least it was way back when. Music is kinda like a time machine though, isn’t it? Or at least it’s like a Way Back Machine. I’m not sure music has transported me anywhere into the future yet, but it definitely always takes me back.

So I got to thinking (yes, that’s what that burning smell was. I carry a fire extinguisher with me at all times just in case I happen to have more than one thought at a time) what were some of my favorite power ballads from way back when?

There’s Ozzy and Lita Ford CLOSE MY EYES FOREVER

Skid Row I REMEMBER YOU (a personal fave)

Poison EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORN

Dokken ALONE AGAIN

Cinderella DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU GOT TIL IT’S GONE

Guns -n- Roses NOVEMBER RAIN

I’m sure I missed several, but these are the ones that always pull me back to my angsty late teens/early twenties when the world was going to end if that boy didn’t love me like I loved him.

Did I miss your fave power ballad? Or were you power ballad ignorant til this educational post?

K*I*S*S*I*N*G

I’m talking about my first kiss ever over at Fictionistas today. Pop by and check it out.

Kissing can be good (very good), bad (very bad), and sometimes it can be downright ugly. And yes, even very ugly.

This is a story about a downright (very) ugly kisser. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

I was in 8th grade and in love with a boy named Conan*. Conan was everything I thought I wanted in a boy. He was funny, handsome, tall, athletic and did I mention handsome? I wanted me some Conan like I wanted the newest pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans.

A mutual friend of ours was having a party and it was going to be my first boy-girl party. (shut up. things were different back then.) Unfortunately, my mother decided to chaperone said party as well, but that’s a different part of this story and one that will remain locked in the vault.

That night, I decided to try to look like a girl. I wore my hair down (it was always in a hat or a ponytail), put on makeup (according to mom my eyes looked like spiders from an Alfred Hitchcock movie) and even wore a shirt without a sports logo on it. See? I could totally be a girl.

Conan noticed me and we flirted and slow-danced all night. Finally, the moment had come and it was time for Conan to kiss me. (I believe it was a Lionel Richie song that was playing)

He didn’t so much kiss me as he did eat my face.

And his tongue? It wasn’t so much as touching mine as it was filling my mouth. I’m pretty sure I was chewing on it, in hopes to survive without choking to death.

It was the biggest let down ever. A dude with so much potential, a dude I had crushed on for several months, a dude who couldn’t kiss worth a damn.

I was shocked and of course, completely disappointed. But Conan was everything I wanted except for the kissing part. Maybe I could help him improve? I tried that night several times but unfortunately, his tongue kept getting bigger. I found myself wondering how he kept that thing inside his mouth.

So here’s my question, can a bad kisser be retrained? Or do two bad kissers just wind up together because nobody else wants them?

*not O’ Brien 🙂