quit being so nosy


Found a ceramic nose in El Jefe’s driveway this weekend. Bet you can’t beat that story!

Also, apparently my 13 year old son was a big hit at Rick Astley and Weird Al karaoke on Saturday. I’m sad I missed it live but luckily fishdog recorded it for a lifetime of awesome. If you’re my FB friend, it’s posted there. Go forth and enjoy NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP in its teenaged cracking voice glory. It is a wonder to behold.
I had a good weekend. And did I mention I found a nose?

MelF’s weekend update

Tony and Angela’s wedding reception was Friday, so the boys and I got cleaned up and celebrated together. I took pics of them because THEY WERE BOTH CLEAN. AT THE SAME TIME. You probably don’t understand how monumental this is, unless you also are the parent of 13 and 17 year old boys…

Here we are before the reception. Thanks to my brother for taking the pics. Sadly, I have none of the boys without them making some kind of face, but hey, that’s what happens when you have boys… or at least that’s what I tell myself to make myself feel better.


This is me and Ian after the reception. He’s about to jump into the pool for a late night swim and I’m sweating like it’s my job. But it turned out to be a cute pic, despite the hair in his eyes. At least he’s not flipping off the camera or making some weird face…
Here I am with my nieces Zzer and Scarlette. I can’t believe they are both almost taller than me! WTH?
And here I am with Robyn and the *ahem* BLUSHING bride, GiGi! She looked beautiful. And I had such a good time seeing my some old friends and family again.

There may be some pics floating around (untagged, thank God) on Facebook of me “getting low” on the dance floor. They shall remained untagged and hopefully, unseen by the majority of the world. Thankfully there is no video…
Saturday was low key…so much so, that I almost didn’t get out of bed. El Jefe came over for dinner and a movie and we took the boys to Gamestop so they could nerd out on some “break out of jail and rob a pimp” game. It’s like Grand Theft Auto on crack. I will admit it’s a little bit fun… maybe.
And then Sunday we enjoyed mucho pool time with Robyn and the kids. We only have about a month left to enjoy the pool before she moves so we plan to do it with gusto!

Rader and Ruby soaking up the rays…

Okay, so “someone” (casey epps) forgot Melf’s bathing suit picture rules…and grabbed my phone and took a full body (or shall I say a full BOTTOM) shot. Thankfully, I have Photoshop Express installed on my phone and I played with filter and cropping… Now I look like a movie star… as it should be.
Hope y’all had a great weekend!

lawdy I thought Friday would never arrive!

Seriously. For a short work week, this was the LONGEST. WEEK. EVER. I told Stoney yesterday that I was pretty sure I’d aged 45 years over the past week. Have you seen my spectacles and cane?

I caught up on True Blood last night and I’m going to head over and read Sue’s recap of the episode today at Hey Don’t Judge Me. If you’re watching the show, you’ll want to supplement your viewing pleasure with her very witty recaps. She’s the olive and caper on top of the Easy Cheese goodness.
Man. I could go for some Easy Cheese right now…
This weekend appears to be one of no plans and I’m okay with that. Maybe the party barge will be all better and we can go day-trippin’ to the lake.
I’m very excited about seeing friends and family tonight at Tony and GiGi’s reception. Also, I am going to look really cute. (I have to start planning the cute way early in the day so that by the time the event rolls around, my voodoo has kicked in. Cuteness Voodoo is not an easy magic. Or would that be magick?)
Next week, I start back on my exercise routine. Maybe if I keep saying that in writing to the Internetz, it’ll really happen… I should do something like video blog it. Hahaha. Instead of My Drunk Kitchen (which is AWESOME) I could do I Drink Because I Exercise. Or would that be I Exercise Because I Drink?
Or Boozercise. Even better.

Hmmmmm.
Have a great weekend, y’all.

a good time was had by all

This was a fabulous holiday weekend. Sadly, the party barge is still out of commission so we were unable to spend the weekend on the lake. However, we made the best of it…

Saturday morning, El Jefe and I went to the Argenta Foodie Fest which was not at all what we expected. It was more of a Farmer’s Market with restaurants. So we blew that Popsicle stand and headed to Big Whiskey’s where we met Laura, Ellis and the Godfather for lunch and Bloody Mary’s. Then I went home and took a LONG nap. LOOOOOONG nap. Then Jefe and I embarked on a LOVE BITES marathon on Hulu. This show is brilliant and funny as hell. If you haven’t watched it yet, get thee to hulu.com and make it so. Because it really is fantastic.
Sunday I cleaned my room, which you may think should have only taken a little while, but sadly it took all day because I have a condition known as Flat Surface Syndrome. If there’s a flat surface, I’m gonna put something on it. Yes, I admit it, I have a clutter problem. Also, I’m lazy. So I fired up SPORTS NIGHT on Netflix (one of the best shows ever) and watched 12 episodes while I cleaned and de-cluttered.
I had an audience too…
please note the bed is made…I mean, I know it’s covered up with crap but at least it’s made…
Then it was yard work time. The Compound was in dire need of a good mowing and raking. I got to play on the John Deere while Jefe sweated his ass off raking. 🙂 But Sunday morning we switched roles… Note to self: playing on the John Deere is totally funner than raking.

When I started working outside, Clementine and Ruby decided to pay Baby Bear a visit…

And finally, yesterday was a great pool party with some of the best people on earth. I was exhausted from all the fun, so I took a little nap…

How was your weekend?

back it up like a Tonka truck!

If it doesn’t rain today and if Waylon the Gravel Dude can make it work, we will be getting a dump truck load of new driveway this afternoon. And you know what that means, right? Free beer to anyone over the age of 21 who would like to come over and help us spread it out. The more hands we have, the quicker we can be done… Also, BYOS (bring your own shovel)

Bobcat Greyskull returned to us last night, and he is officially a “bobcat.” His tail has been snipped appropriately and in order to keep him from pulling out his stitches, he was placed in the cone billboard of shame.

Now, don’t let the Billboard of Shame fool you. It hasn’t slowed turbo-kitteh down one iota. As a matter of fact, I think it contains the powers of super speed and agility with an increase of +30 in Spazztasticness. He rocks that billboard, is what I’m saying.
He seriously doesn’t slow down until he falls into a coma which is why the majority of the pics of him are blurs. Like this one.


And after a few hours of nonstop pinballing around the house, he crashes hard.

Then he wakes, hits the catnip pipe and goes for it again.

I owe El Jefe a huge barrel of thanks for taking Bobcat Greyskull to the vet and making sure the little fella is healthy. And I’m probably going to owe him a dump truck of thanks after I work him like a junkyard dog he lovingly volunteers to help spread gravel. hehehehe Seriously, ❤ x 1000.

3 days of happy and broken down boat.

El Jefe and I took the mutts to Lake Ouachita this weekend. We arrived Friday afternoon, loaded everyone onto the party barge and took off to find the end of the earth.

A few weeks ago, we were there for the day, and the water was so high we actually had to be boated to the boat. The lake has receded quite a bit now, so all the land looks completely different. It’s kinda crazy.
Anyway, we really wanted to see how Trinity would do at the lake because
she’s such a water lover. Let me just say, she’s got to be a Mer-dog. She took to the lake like she had gills. Baby Bear, on the other hand, could have done without the whole floating truck-like thing. He’s pretty worn out, still. Poor dude. I think 3 days was just too much for his old ass. (he’s 14…) Ruby was Ruby. She’s not even close to being a waterdog but loves to wander around with her people and Trin. So she did a lot of wandering. And a lot of sleeping.

It was perfect weather this weekend. Breezy and warm but not scorching. We were joined Sunday by my brother and his two kids. And despite a few war wounds from conquering a couple of islands, and the party barge propeller giving out on Sunday forcing us to be towed in, we had a great time. Here’s a sample of what you missed.









prepare for the epic in cute: meet Bobcat Greyskull

A tee-tiny, itty-bitty kitteh adopted us this weekend. He’s barely 4 weeks old, has a broken and infected tail and is so skinny he makes Lara Flynn Boyle look obese.
I say he adopted us, but really, he adopted Ruby. And Baby Bear didn’t seem to mind him either.



El Jefe is taking him to the vet today. We expect he will lose his tail (though they might surprise us)… in preparation for the possible de-tailing (haha), we’ve named him Bobcat. And then Greyskull naturally, of course. And really, you have to call him Bobcat Greyskull because that’s his name, like Bettie Sue or Jim Bob. Anyway, El Jefe seems quite smitten with the little rascal. I’m wondering if Bobcat Greyskull will make it back to the compound… 🙂

Yesterday was a day of yard work and household duties. El Jefe became one with the John Deere while I potted some hanging baskets and cleaned off and straightened up my porch. Jefe also got to put his big bag of tools to use and fixed my bathroom faucet and porch door. Next on the list: cat door! (because the cats keep finding their way to my home. I think I’m running a House for Wayward Kittehs. This does NOT make me a cat lady. Yet.) (also, if I have dogs, doesn’t that automatically disqualify me from being a cat lady? yes. yes it does.)

I leave you today with a picpasm of more cuteness. Have a great week!


The yellow kitteh is Chicken Nugget. He and Ruby are pretty much BFFs…

Here is Ruby and Baby Bear checking out Bobcat Greyskull. Headbutts all around!
Trinity really enjoying a good brushing.

Baby Bear is too cool for school. Or my camera.

can I just get this off my chest?

El Jefe and I took in two movies this weekend, which I think may bring our total of movies seen together to four. We generally wait and see them on his giant TV at home, but it was so hot this weekend (not that I’m complaining) that going to the movies just made sense.

Especially since there are so many out right now that we both want to see.

Now, the movies were good. Both of them (Bridesmaids and X-Men First Class). BUT we had shit-luck this time because there were babies and toddlers in both movies. And when I say toddler, I mean not even 2 years old.

I get it. My kids were once tee-tiny and I wanted to get out of the house, too. And sometimes there are no options available for when you need to get out and it sucks.

BUT YOU DON’T TAKE YOUR NEWBORN TO THE MOVIES. Seriously. Why would you do this? You’re dumping a butt-ton of money just to get inside and then you can’t even stay and watch the majority of the flick because you have to keep leaving to calm the baby.

Or worse, you just let the baby cry it out in the theater–for the same movie that we also paid butt-ton of money to see. (especially if you include the highway-robbery popcorn and coke. But you know what? You really can’t go to a movie without popcorn and coke.)

There are very few things that drive me batty in this world. (like batty to the point that it makes me seem like I have issues. haha)

  1. I don’t like to be late.
  2. I abhor the sound of clipping toenails and finding said clippings on the floor.
  3. Babies don’t belong in teen or adult movies. Ever. Period.

There. I feel better now.

Now in the world of good and awesome, go see X-Men First Class. I was blown away by its awesome. They did a fantastic job casting the ‘younger’ heroes and the acting was superb. According to El Jefe they did change a few of the story-lines but the changes were well done and appropriate. If you have been a fan of the X-Men movies, you will NOT be disappointed in this one.

skinny, lucky, hot, friday!

Because I’m such a dork, I totally took a pic of me in my skinny jeans this morning.

Now look. I know the skinny is really “skinny” but whatever. I haven’t worn these jeans in almost 2 years when I got down to my lowest weight since forever. And then I kinda sorta started eating everything that didn’t run away from me. (because if it ran from me, I would have to chase it…and well, that was exercise.) Anyway, I’m back in my “skinny” jeans and I’m damn happy about it…and SO ARE YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

I’m also feeling rather lucky today because I was walking from my car to my office, looked down into a patch of clover (that I look at everyday) and what did I see?

That’s right. A four-leaf clover. My inner leprechaun jumped out and made see it as I was walking by, so that makes me not only “skinny” today, but “lucky” as well.

Now let’s talk about hot.

It is freaking HOT outside and I’m loving it. I’m sorry, but I’ll take 95 degree days over snow-covered 20 degree days anytime.

I mean, I know Little Rock isn’t a mecca of snowfall, but honestly, we had our share this year. And then the rain as well. So as far as I’m concerned, sunshine and HOT is most welcome here.

And it’s Friday. I have no kids, no plans, and no worries. Well, I am going to clean my fur-infested house but other than that, I’m hoping a certain someone’s pool will be blue again and that I can find myself lounging beside it at some point. Or maybe there will be a certain party barge that will have a charged battery and I can tool around the lake one day. Because I’m afraid I’m losing my tan and we can’t have that happen! It’s only June 3 for corn’s sake!

Happy weekend y’all!