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feeling swell

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First off, thank you for all the wonderful comments about yesterday’s post. Many of us had a nice discussion on Facebook and I also received a couple of private messages that meant the world to me.  We all have stuff that lingers from our past, and we all have different ways to cope. In high school, my coping mechanism was to be happy no matter what in public. I ignored all the ugly remarks about the size of my butt, BUT, they never went away.

“She’s so chunky, you have to eat her with a fork.”

“Chunky, chunky 2 by 4, can’t get through the kitchen door.”

I made myself believe the people who said those things to me were just ‘ribbing’ me. Like they would one of the guys. And so then, I became one of the guys. Because THAT was the safest thing to do. If you’re one of the guys, then you don’t expect to get a boyfriend. You’re not going to, anyway. Boys don’t like curvy girls. So I threw a football better than most dudes, I played all the sports and became better friends with the boys than I did with most of the girls. I also threw myself into every extracurricular activity I could, from Student Senate to Class Officer. I was the most unpopular popular kid in high school.

It’s funny, our perceptions of each other growing up. I felt like nobody knew me, like I was just so-n-so’s sidekick, I was the fat friend with a good personality, the pity date, the third wheel.  So when I went to college, I still had this weird, self-perception.

But now, 30 years later, even though I fight those old feelings, I actually feel pretty fucking swell. I’ve got some amazing friends, a super amazing boyfriend and my kids–I survived high school so I could be the kind of mom I am today. And I wake up happy everyday (even when I don’t want to get out of bed because the sleep won’t leave my face!) It’s nice, this swellness I have on my inside parts.

I think that’s why I get so bent out of shape about bullying these days. And I’m not even talking about mean kids being mean. That sucks and it needs to be stopped. I’m talking about adult bullying kids but calling it ‘parenting.’ If your kid goes through life feeling worthless because you called her a whore for wearing too much makeup to a party or an inappropriate dress or you tell her girls with those size thighs can’t wear those skirts…or girls with no boobs shouldn’t put on boob dresses….then you’re being a bully. You’re not parenting, you’re shaming. My parents are amazing grandparents, but when I had the boys, I made it very clear to them… they were never to feel shame for asking questions or wearing something that looked horrible but they picked it out themselves. They were never to be called names EVER. Because shaming is not good parenting. Luckily, I broke free of that pattern, but a lot of kids grow up to be the same kind of parents… It’s not fair to their kids.

/soap box for the day

Have I shown y’all my summer look? Or what I PLAN to be my summer look?

b565857d7fcc88210771ed351333ced1I’m gonna rock this look all summer long, and sparkle while I’m doing it…

This picture inspired me… :

480900_451243814958361_1530752660_nHow to get a bikini body: PUT A BIKINI ON YOUR BODY. Yeah yeah, that’s actually a 2-piece not a bikini. I’m confident but not THAT confident. LOL

Anyway, y’all do something kind for yourself today. And smile. You know smiling is contagious…right?

Hey USA! Happy Holiday Weekend!

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Memorial-Day

Don’t forget to thank a veteran for the freedoms he or she fought for us to have.

 

 

 

 

Also. Happy Freaking Friday! Yay for the three-day weekend!

Last night at the Compound, we fired up Big Bertha for the first time since fall. Not because we don’t  grill year ’round usually, but because we had to use our porch as a storage shed, and poor Big Bertha was inaccessible until we finally got the boxes moved to the actual storage unit. Which we did a few weeks ago, and now, not only can we enjoy our Screened-in-Porch again, but we can enjoy grilled meat again as well.

Mmmmm. Meat.

Mmmmm. Meat.

I melted some butter and added an equal amount of balsamic vinegar and some garlic and I put the chicken and the marinade into a ziploc. I refrigerated the chicken for about 40 minutes. Then I basted the chicken in the leftover marinade while grilling.

OMG. It was seriously so juicy and tender!  I also grilled some green beans and black-eyed peas in foil with a smidge of bacon fat.  We ate well last night.

Congratulations to the Boy Scouts for kinda sorta not being homophobic. *rolling eyes* So what’s going to happen when your gay boy scout members grow up and want to be boy scout leaders? It’s okay to be a gay member (heheh she said gay member) but not a leader who is gay? Really? So isn’t that kinda like Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell? (which really didn’t work out very well, yanno). Or is it the modern version of Separate but Equal? No. It’s not that either. I guess I’m proud you tried to take a step forward. It’s more like a half-a-step and you twisted your ankle, but it is slight progress.

Today is a wonderful day. It started out swell, I’m full of sparkle and awesome, I’m having Sushi with my bestie from high school for lunch, and tonight, there will be wine. Tomorrow we may go canoeing. I’m pretty sure I’ll be shaking my bootay at some point this weekend. (When you have a bootay like mine, you need to shake it well, and often.) And I’m thinking there will be a trip to the farmer’s market in our future as well.

YAY SUMMER!

trying something new

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When fishdog and I split up, the one thing I lost in the divorce that I really miss is his webmaster abilities. He never really did anything for me in a timely manner, but at least he did his work for free.

Being on a limited income (meaning, I’d rather spend my money on booze, blackjack and hookers) I’ve decided to do the logical thing and point my website toward my wordpress blog…because even a thumbless monkey can manage wordpress.

I’ve updated the site a teensy bit. I plan to start blogging more about my summer adventure toward clean eating and my attempt to add yoga to my regimen Of course, there will still be many shenanigans, some sparkle, lots of wine, women, and wanderlust. I mean, I am kinda awesome, so things aren’t really gonna change that much around here.

I guess this is just kinda like rearranging the living room for a different view.

If you guys have anything you wanna see or talk about, give me a shout!

Otherwise, I’ll see you bitches tomorrow!

if you're sexy and you know it

Ruby and I want it to be warm again.

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We want this

Not this:

So thanks for the rain last night, Mother Nature, but we’d like our 70 degree weather back. I understand you have plans to dip into the 30s in some places in Arkansas tonight. Let’s hope (for your sake) you don’t mean Central Arkansas…specifically at The Compound. Because if that happens, then you need to watch your back. That’s not a threat. It’s a warning. I’ve heard rumors that people are calling for your resignation. And they may force you out…it’ll be a Weather Center coup. They’ll go hard and you will not win. The damn Groundhog is on their list as well. Y’all have been warned, so take heed.

In other news, eh. That’s about it. I’m back to feeling 100% again. Antibiotics seem to be working on my ear infection. Headaches are gone. Smiles have returned. Life is good. Now if it would just stay warm enough for me to get a lovely kiss of color on my skin…

Somethin’ bout a girl; in a red sundress

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I’m wearing my red sundress today because I can’t get this song out of my mind. I love it. I’m so ready for summer.

Lyrics | Kip Moore lyrics – Somethin Bout A Truck lyrics

I’ve been in a real country music mode lately. Not sure why. I think it’s because it makes me think of summers growing up and weeks of camping on the lake with my daddy. It’s about half-past time for me to be on the lake again…

hellur thursdy

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So I needed yesterday big time. I took a 2.5 hour nap. Obviously I was a tired girly. Sadly, I didn’t set up the hammock like I had thought about because it was just a little too hot yesterday. Already in the 90s here. Not that I’m complaining, because I prefer summer to the cold, heartless, echo of winter. The only place ice belongs, is in my cocktail. (Unless I’m in a Swiss Chalet. Then I’ll make an exception.)

Hmmm, what’s going on today? Not a lot, really. I’m in a great mood. I’m trying very hard to look ahead in my life and enjoy every day for what it is and not worry about things I can’t change. I worked out twice over the weekend, but sadly have been so busy this week I haven’t been able to go (mainly because even though I WANT to get up and go at 5:00 a.m., it just seems to be physically impossible for me to do so…)

Rader is in a big soccer tournament this weekend, Ian’s last game and last day of school is Friday night, and in a couple of weeks we will have 8th grade graduation, high school graduation, and Spa Day with the Boys where Rader will be cutting his mane and donating it to Locks of Love and then we’ll all be getting pedicures. Yeah, it’s gonna be a good month.

And remember, tomorrow is awesome if you’re a Star Wars geek…

Month of Mel: The End

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And it’s another gloomy day here in The Rock. Luckily it’s supposed to be gorgeous and in the 70s this weekend…because the past week or more it has been cold, gray, and just plain yucky. I had to turn my heat back on! This should never happen after one has slept with the windows open. Someone needs to brush Mother Nature up on the RULZ.

I’ll be daydreaming all day that this is what I’m doing. Can’t you feel the sun warming your skin? Don’t you just wanna jump into the water and cool off?

Oh summer-like weather: Why hast thou forsaken me?

So we bring the Month of Mel to a close with dreams of sunkissed skin and lots of frolicking in the water. Let’s all dive into the deep end today!

you were my sunshine, my only sunshine…

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You made me happy, WHEN YOU WERE AROUND!

OMG. I’m so damn ready for some sun! How do people live in areas where they have no sunlight at all for extended periods of time? I’m going out-of-my-mind crazy! I just wanna crawl under the covers and stay there. It’s not right and I don’t like it one bit.

This is my least favorite time of year. I abhor January and most of February. It’s mostly gray and cold and there’s lots of fog and discontent. (Or did I just describe myself?) All I can think about lately is warm weather, trips to the lake or the pool, walking by the river and getting burned by the sun not by the wind, and just being generally content.

This is why I’m a warm weather girl. This is why I belong in a state like Florida. I belong where there is water and warmth almost all the time. I belong on a beach. I am THAT girl and I’m totally good with that.

We’re headed to Atlanta for a baby shower this weekend and I checked the forecast so I could pack properly and what do I discover? Lows in the low 20s, highs only around 40. Dammit. So I’m gonna be doing a lot of mental vacationing while I’m gone…and this is where I’ll be:




hello weekend. my how I’ve missed you.

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Weekend plans = cleaning, rearranging some furniture, watching a movie or two, and hanging out with Birdrunner by her pool…there will possibly be some Beer-Rita consumption going on…possibly.

I’ve been missing Birdrunner. She’s accused me of moving to Saline county and abandoning her. This is completely untrue. It’s just that I’ve switched where I get my pedicures and I haven’t been able to go with her in a while. BUT I’m thinking maybe I can convince her to come along with me next time and meet Lola the Toe Girl. She’s pretty amazing.

The boys are going to the lake on Saturday with their daddy and some other friends. It sounds like a good time will be had by all. I am seriously looking forward to some down time. I’ve been going nonstop for 3 or more weeks, and it’s time for a break.

Plus, I’ve been plotting my new books and now it’s time to start tweaking the synopsis and writing! I’m actually eager to start writing…but it’s a super sekrit story. I will say it involves a mean step mother, lizards, faeiries and a parallel universe… oh and there’s royalty and a sorceror and some speedy guardian turtles. Or maybe I’m making all that up. OH wait! That’s what I do! Make stuff up!

Stay tuned!

Okay, here’s this week’s random iPhone picture. I figure it’s appropriate since I’ll be at the pool tommorrow!

RUBY! the (not so) mighty water dog…

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Y’all know Ruby the Pug. She’s is the Owner of my Heart and the Ruler of my World. (Though Clementine the Tart is seriously trying to stage a coup and steal both titles away from Ruby the Pug. I think she thinks being pregnant gives her automatic dibs…)

Anyway, y’all also know I’m a lake girl. (well, a water girl…lake, ocean, river, pond, puddle, faucet, sprinkler…whatever. If it’s water, I’m there.) This past week weekend I took the boys to Lake Ouachita for a fun-filled day on the pontoon boat. I am Capitan, hear me Yar.

We decided that it was high time Ruby the Pug tagged along. Now, Ruby the Pug is all muscle. She’s rock solid. And has NEVER been in water above her little paws…so I stopped at PetCo and purchased her a life jacket.

Oh, and how she rocked that life jacket…

Ruby was excited about her adventure. She didn’t mind wearing the awesome that was pink and she absolutely LOVED the boat ride. I had very good feelings about Ruby the Pug becoming Ruby the MIGHTY Water Dog.
We stopped at an island and we let Ruby roam the bank while I got in the water. Of course, where I am, she thinks she needs to be…so she immediately ran toward me…and immediately freaked out when the ground was no longer beneath her feet. She paddled and paddled and paddled and finally made it to me.

and if I was in the water, this is where she sat. The. Entire. Time. I have a Pug Silhouette tan line. It’s lovely.
We tried several times to get her to swim, play and love the water without me.

but she always just ended up on the bank, staring at me from below, BEGGING me to end her torture.
So I finally did.

Ruby the Pug is much more a sungoddess than a water dog. Guess she’s not a Pisces like her momma…