tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50977040430362106672024-02-20T13:32:27.958-06:00Life As I Know ItHere it is. My life as I know it.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-61072110892791341932011-03-25T10:35:00.000-05:002011-03-25T10:35:11.908-05:00Life: The ABC's of meABC's of Me <br />
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A-Age: 37<br />
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B-Bed size: Queen (wish I had a king though)<br />
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C-Chore you hate: Folding & hanging clothes<br />
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D-Dogs: None <br />
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E-Essential start to your day: Coffee, enough said<br />
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F-Favorite Color: Red - it is my signature color<br />
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G-Gold or Silver: typically silver but sometimes gold<br />
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H-Height: 5'6"<br />
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I-Instruments you play: None, I wasn't really musically gifted<br />
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J-Job title: Administrative Assistant (Extraordinaire)<br />
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K-Kids: None of my own but lots of "rentals" :)<br />
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L-Live: in a suburb of Dallas but wish I didn't...I hate the "big city"<br />
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M-My mom's name: Kay<br />
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N-Nickname: Mel...Lissa...Sasi...Ye-Ye, and the newest one, Rex<br />
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O-Overnight hospital stay: Nope. Well, I think I did when I was like, 4...<br />
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P-Pet Peeve: Know-It-All's, people who mispronounce words (it's library, not liberry)<br />
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Q-Quote from a movie: "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion"<br />
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R-Right/Lefty: Right<br />
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S-Siblings: I have 3 sisters<br />
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T-Time you wake up: 5:30-6 o'clock...ugh<br />
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U-Underwear: um, I own some?<br />
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V-Veggies you dislike: Broccoli<br />
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W-What makes you run late: TRAFFIC, always stupid traffic<br />
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X-Xrays you've had: Left knee, twice, chest (for the pneumonia) and dental<br />
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Y-Yummy food you make: everything :-)<br />
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Z-Zoo animals: Lions and tigers and bears - oh my!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-69123145683030678932011-03-21T11:39:00.000-05:002011-03-21T11:39:02.188-05:00Life: Where I'm wonderingI'm wondering what is the craziest thing people have done for love? Or potential love? Moved cross country? Across the world? When you look at it like that, moving down an interstate by 2 hours doesn't seem so crazy. I know I keep coming back to the subject of moving and being closer to Josh but I don't know what else to do. Our relationship will never grow or get better if I don't move. But what if I do and it doesn't work out? What if it does? To borrow a line from Miranda Lambert, "I guess if you don't jump, you'll never if you can fly". I will catch so much grief from people if I move but the bottom line is, it's MY life. Not theirs. It's mine to live and mine to change and mine to screw up. Or not live or not change or not screw up. I just have to make a decision. <br />
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Do I or don't I?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-6406011078038520022011-03-19T12:33:00.000-05:002011-03-19T12:33:42.293-05:00Life: Where the iPhone is magic and he saw me crySo I saw Josh for the first time in I don't want to talk about it and it was, unfortunately, really good to see him. I say unfortunately because I am supposed to be mad at him. I want to be mad at him for being such a "guy" lately and I was mad until I saw him and he hugged me and took me to dinner. Jerk. How do they do that?? <br />
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We had, as usual, a great time together and I found it hilarious how quickly he took to my old iPhone that is now his "new iTouch". He, at my direction, (and I <em>know</em> he secretly hated that I knew more than him about this), downloaded iTunes to his laptop because he can't do squat without it and got to getting addicted to his new toy. He figured out rather fast how to get rid of all my stuff on there and put his stuff on there. He has his own apps now, his own stupid boy type games (guns, deer hunting, etc.) and some that I had that he actually liked. He was browsing apps and said "There is an app for Target??" and I happily grabbed my phone, went to the 4th page of my apps and showed him that "yes, they do". He laughed at that and said he should've known. This went on for the next hour or so. Him trying to figure out how to get his music from his computer to the phone, me telling him what to do, him brushing me off and then him doing exactly what I tried telling him and him getting all happy when it worked. I was lying next to him saying things under my breath like "duh" and "hello?" and generally being a smarta$$ about it all and loving it :-)<br />
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We spent the next couple of hours just hanging out and being all cuddly and crap and it was fine and then he had to leave. Not good. I didn't want him to leave. I told him that. He didn't want to leave either but he had to. I tried to get him to stay, I even threatened to tie him down but I didn't have any rope. So much to my chagrin, he starts putting his socks and boots on and I started getting sad. Again, not good. So we head out to his truck and he comes around from the passenger side, walks to me and hugs me. That's when it started...I started crying. He asked me if I was OK and I told him no. I managed to squeak out "I hate this, I hate living apart from you" and I stopped at that because I was about to go into the ugly cry. He assured me things would get better, that it has been a really hard year for him (it has, I'll give him that), and everything will work out. I told him I didn't meant to go all Girl on him and he said it was OK, he hugged me again, I tried to not let go, he kissed me and then he got in the truck. For the 3rd time, not good. He knew I was not handling this well, he reached out, grabbed my hand, asked me if I was going to be OK and at that point, I could barely look at him so I nodded my head "yes" and that was about it because I could feel the ugly cry coming on again and I was trying to keep it together. I just looked at him, kissed him real quick and left it at that. I waited until I was back inside to unleash the ugly cry.<br />
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This morning? I woke up sad. I miss him. Badly. Damn it.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-85293697154742153322011-03-04T10:40:00.000-06:002011-03-04T10:40:29.795-06:00Feeling a bit smug todayOK, a lot smug. So you can call me Smuggy McSmuggerson.<br />
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I found out last night that a guy I sort of dated last year, the one that just got married a few weeks ago (see post below about "it happening again", married a crazy woman. He knew if before he proposed and he really knows it now. But that isn't what I am all smuggy about. I am smuggy about the fact that he told my friend (and his ex-wife) that his "biggest mistake was not dating Melissa" and that he "could kick himself for not staying with me". <br />
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Um, duh. I could have told you that.<br />
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But alas, he was dumb and now the Good Ship Melissa-Pop has sailed. And he missed out.<br />
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Sad too because, while our spark was more of a flicker to me, I could tell towards the end that if we had stayed the course that we were on, spending time together and talking and hanging out, that flicker might have lit up and turned into something more. .<br />
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Oh well. I wish him well and if it is Splitsville for him and his new bride, and it looks like it may go there sooner rather than later, I wish him an easy one. He's a good guy and doesn't deserve the giant heaps of crazy she has served up.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-9440170541231387942011-02-24T15:14:00.000-06:002011-02-24T15:14:08.666-06:00LIFE: Where I want to start overIs starting over an option? <br />
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I was thinking. If I were to move to another town and "start over", would that be crazy? I mean, what is so wrong with that? Sure, I'd be a couple of hours away from my family and friends but 2 hours is easy. Sure I would be in a whole new town which entails figuring out your way around and all that but that can be adventurous. There would be new stores to shop in, new places to eat at and new things to do for fun. I can explore a new city and that really does sound fun. Work has been tough lately too. Lots of issues and changes. My job is OK I think as far as keeping it or whatever but lately, it's been tough to deal with. The workload, the people, the constant drama. Would it be so wrong to throw my pen down and walk out of my office? <br />
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I don't know what is wrong with me but I sort of feel like doing something to shake it up. I am feeling a little stagnant. Did I spell that right? Maybe I am just in a funk and need to snap out of it. Maybe it's the weather? Maybe once I see some green grass and flowers again I will feel better? Who knows. But in the meantime, I have 3 & 1/2 months to find a new place to live be it here or somewhere else. Wish me luck. Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-33973005108052775662010-12-27T10:16:00.000-06:002010-12-27T10:16:02.836-06:00LIFE: Where it has happened againJust when I thought I had made it through another holiday relatively unscathed...<br />
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Someone got engaged and it wasn't me. <br />
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I know J & I have only been back together for almost 5 months but still, a girl can't help but wonder if and it will ever happen. I should have asked Santa for patience this Christmas because clearly, I am out. <br />
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Now can we just fast forward to New Years Day or even the day after? Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-9138752548879881012010-10-21T16:58:00.000-05:002010-10-21T16:58:59.505-05:00LIFE: Where I hateSeriously. I am hating a lot of things. Some are real and some are fluff but I am over them all the same.<br />
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I hate traffic and commuting. I hate living in the "Dallas" area. Dallas sucks. Yeah there are a million and one things to do and yes, more malls and restaurants than the entire state of probably, well...I don't know, pick a state. <br />
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I hate being broke. Yes, I needed a car but not necessarily the car payment. I am not famous so I can't just get a car nor do I have a sugar daddy that will buy me one. The car payment is eating up a lot of what was my "play money". Not to mention a higher cost of gas because the tank is bigger. <br />
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I hate that my nails all decided to break and since cutting them off, they don't seem to be re-growing.<br />
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I hate that Jimmie Johnson is positioned to win his 5th straight NASCAR championship. Enough already. We get it. You're good. It's time to share the wealth.<br />
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I hate that my insurance costs will be higher in 2011.<br />
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I hate that I found out this week that a guy I knew in high school that was dearly loved by everyone, was killed, it seems like, at the hands of his girlfriend. If he was the Popcorn I knew in HS, there would be absolutely no reason for that but I have to wonder, in this day and age, in the last 20 years, if he had gotten into a life that wasn't so good. Did something happen to make him a different Popcorn? <br />
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I hate that the Texas Rangers are not yet headed to the World Series.<br />
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I hate living so far away from J. Things are going really good with us and I just wish we could spend more time together. He mentioned me moving out there closer to him and while I think it's insane (I mean, dude still hasn't met my mom or best friend), I got to thinking...there's nothing saying I can't move a little closer to him, say, to a town about 30 minutes from him and not quite as far from home. You know, for myself. To "start over" if you will. A smaller town. A slower pace. A shorter commute. A new place to explore. Possibly with the one person I know that lives there. Why not? I mean, I'm not totally convinced but I sure am thinking about it. It might be crazy but it might be a good thing. I am still chewing on it. It would entail finding a job and an apartment and doing it all in order. I mean, do I find a job first and hope I find an apartment? Or apartment first then a job? How do I know what to do when? <br />
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I also hate that I could probably keep blogging but I won't because frankly, it's depressing. I need to "suck it up, buttercup!" and figure out ways to change things I hate into things I like or at least change them enough to take them off the list :)<br />
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P.S. - Hopefully Friday night, I can come back here and blog about loving the fact that the Rangers ARE headed to the World Series.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-86448982938422452672010-08-04T23:37:00.000-05:002010-08-04T23:37:02.705-05:00LIFE: Where I've re-connected with an old flameAnyone remember, J? My cop ex-boyfriend? Yep. We're talking again. I know, right? Weird. <br />
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Way back right around Christmas, I was in a funky funk. I was depressed and hormonal and single and sad. I had been thinking about him so I decided to email him and tell him so. He replies back a week or two later and says, much to my surprise, that he'd been thinking about me too. Wha? Srsly? So, I tell him that I would to talk and catch up and call me sometime. That was January 4th.<br />
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Fast forward to the morning of July 30th and there it was. Just sitting in my inbox. An email from him. He'd written to let me know that he was going to be in a nearby town and would I maybe like to meet up. After I finally closed my wide opened jaw, I decided to text him later and tell him yes, I would like to meet up. I mean, why not? It's been over a year since we broke up, it should be fine. Right?<br />
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Well. It was fine. Except I didn't meet up with him the night he had emailed. Instead, it was on Saturday night when I felt compelled to drive an hour and a half to see him. Without telling him I was coming until I was almost there, by the way. He told me to go to the police station and he'd meet me there. So I did. And he did. What happened next is still kind of hard for me to wrap my brain around. I was nervous. He hugged me. We talked and caught up for a few and I went riding around with him like I used to and really caught up with the chit chat then. It was weird but kind of nice. There was no awkard "why did you break up with me?" talk or anything like that. I think we were genuinely happy to see each other. Then, the big kicker at the end of the night? He says, out of the blue, "I need to do something". I thought he meant related to work. Oh no. He turns, grabs me and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me for what seemed like, well, forever. It was sweet. Then...we might have made out like a couple of high school kids. But he started it! He totally kissed me first! But it was different. He was so sweet about it and just being, well, almost borderline "romantic", or as romantic one can get in a small town police station at 2 in the morning. (God, how country am I?) I know I sound totally gross sharing all that but I'm telling you, it was different. There was something about <em>him</em> that was different. <br />
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Anyway, we finally stopped making out and I had to get on the road to home. It was after 3am and I had to drive over an hour home. He made me promise him I'd be careful and to let him know when I got home and I did all that. Then we talked briefly Sunday night and when I told him that it was still kind of weird that all that happened, he said "if it wasn't meant to happen, it wouldn't have". But what exactly happened? What was he referring to? What was "it"? The kissing? Me coming to see him after all this time? Who knows. I'm not sure what will come of all this. I just plan on taking it day by day. If it comes down to us possibly getting back together, we will have to talk about things first but I suppose I should wait and see if it comes to that.<br />
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On that long-winded note, I am headed to bed. Melissa out!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-56913938399449193322010-07-28T20:36:00.000-05:002010-07-28T20:36:49.300-05:00LIFE: Where I want to meet an OlympianSo I follow Misty May-Treanor on Facebook. You know who she is right? Two-time Olympic gold medalist in beach volleyball? She is made of awesome. Anyway, she is having a clinic in San Antonio in October and normally, volleyball clinics are for younger folks but NOT THIS TIME. There is one for adults. That would be me! Score!! But now I need to come up with a spare $125 to pay for it. $125 on top of paying for my part of the beach condo for our All Girls Beach Vacation, rent, other bills and the single girls groceries. Not too easy. Do they still pay for plasma? <br />
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But seriously. How freaking cool would it be to get tips and pointers from her? An actual Olympian and one of the best female volleyball players EVER. I'm not in a super competitive league, I just play in a co-ed church league but if I got to play with Misty May-Treanor? You can bet I'd use that as a selling point to try and find a competitive team to play with! I have GOT to think of something! I need to do this.<br />
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TTYL, internets! Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-75045657921319273432010-06-07T23:51:00.000-05:002010-06-07T23:51:52.947-05:00LIFE: Where I hope to dateSo I finally did it. I joined an online dating site. EHarmony to be exact. I paid $60! for a months time of THEM trying to find ME someone to date or "connect with". I hope it's worth it. I'd like to get a little something for money, a little bang for my buck so to speak. And by "something" and "little bang", I mean dinner or coffee, you dirty dirty minded people.<br />
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I just need to suck it up and put myself out there more. I am tired of being single but more than that, I am tired of being single, bitching about it but not really doing anything to change it. I honestly don't think that my Mr. Right is just gonna drop out of the sky into my life, ya know? So, here we are. Online dating. Plus, I kind of want a certain someone, who refuses to look at me as anything more than a FWB, to squirm a little. <br />
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So internets world and anyone who reads this, wish me luck. Shake dem chicken bones, do a dance or whatever it takes to get me a date!!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-85989519763223623222010-06-03T10:44:00.000-05:002010-06-03T10:44:15.627-05:00LIFE: Where I rambleI need to blog more. Not that anyone reads it but sometimes, it's a good outlet for thoughts and feelings I don't need the entire world of Facebook or something knowing. The few people I know that read me from time to time are OK but practically my entire family and one person in particular that I need to sort of vent about? Not so much.<br />
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On the personal front? Same old thing. Still looking for Mr. Right and am baffled over Mr. Right Now. He's confusing me and I'm not sure how much longer I can deal with it. I have decided that having a Mr. Right Now is completely overrated. Most of the time, I am 100% OK with being single but then those moments, the ones that make it glaringly and painfully obvious that you are single, happen. Like 3 different cousins getting engaged/married and getting the info via a surprise invitation in the mail and status & relationship changes on freaking Facebook. I guess I'm going to have to really kick it up a notch.<br />
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What else? I'm trying like heck to drop weight and it sucks and it's struggle but right now? It's working. Since the beginning of April, I am down like, 13 pounds or something. All the walking and all the volleyball is finally starting to pay off. It also helps that I have a new WW leader that totally gets me and we had a Come To Jesus type talk and it helped immensely. She is my personal Jillian (from The Biggest Loser) minus all the sadistic workouts. I am 11 pounds from a HUGE personal goal I have and I need it to happen. So wish me luck whoever might see this!! <br />
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OK internets, until then...Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-23287221653933308222010-03-17T12:01:00.000-05:002010-03-17T12:01:01.301-05:00LIFE: Where I want take trips!I want to start planning a trip. An all girls trip with friends and my sisters. But I'm torn. I would love to go back to NYC and this time, with my friend Cindy in tow. I really think she would like it. See, she is a musical girl and can sometimes be all about a show and singing and stuff, so I think taking her to Broadway and seeing Chicago or something would rock her face off. Mine too since we didn't get to see a show in October. And it's New York. Central Park. Times Square. Awesome bridges and all that. I really think she would like it. And it can totally be done way cheaper than people imagine I think. I gotta work on her :) But look, don't these cool pics make you want to go?<br />
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</div>Then, I kind of like the idea of Vegas. Everyone I know has been saying we need to go. It's supposed to be all kinds of fun. We could gamble, walk around, drink fancy drinks, see a show and just be crazy girls. This looks like fun, yes?<br />
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But then there's the beach...ahh, the beach. My oldest sister doesn't love the beach so it would take some convincing to get her there I think. The beach we want to go to is a 12 hour drive for us at best but I think it's totally worth it. I just have to convince her that she will have a good time despite the sand and the wind. I mean, who wouldn't love to spend 3 days here:<br />
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And for anyone wondering, my oldest sister has to go. Her birthday is the weekend we are wanting to go somewhere and by the time this trip gets here, she will be well in need of a getaway.<br />
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But meanwhile, I am planning my weekend getaways for the summer. I plan on going back to the Guadalupe River for Memorial Day and July 4th with my friends to go tubing . Or "toobing" as the locals say. Three days of camping, cooking out, tubing. On this river:<br />
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Come on summer!!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-73448685253215993472010-02-12T14:35:00.000-06:002010-02-12T14:35:05.054-06:00LIFE: Where I'm posting random things like...Like I have almost spent my entire tax refund. Crazy how I can get with some extra money. But I did pay some bills so I was sort of responsible. But I did things I don't get to do a lot like take my rental kids bowling to the tune of $50! Dude, $5.50 a game per person and $4.00 for shoes per person. JEEZ! And I bought 2 pairs of tennis shoes, one fancy pair of Shox and a regular pair for the gym and volleyball. I bought groceries and didn't have to worry about how much I was spending and it was nice. <br />
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Like that since I'm (still) single, I am my own Valentine and I am getting a massage Saturday afternoon. An hour and a half long massage and I cannot wait. My back is super sore from all this volleyball I've been playing and all my gym time. Also? I deserve it. Period.<br />
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Like the fact that we had record breaking snowfall in the Dallas area. Over a foot in some places. It literally snowed for more than 24 hours straight with no breaks. It was breathtaking and it has beem stunning to see things around town. And the best part? The streets did not freeze. At all. But it has been lovely to have this snow. See?<br />
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Well, that's about it. I'm done being random.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-8913783361397125712010-01-12T09:36:00.000-06:002010-01-12T09:36:25.177-06:00LIFE: Where I thought I had re-connected...Well that didn't last long. The whole re-connection with Josh thing. <br />
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So we all know I emailed him and he emailed me back. Then I replied to that one and gave him my phone number (since he probably long ago deleted it) and said I'd love to catch up sometime. That was 8 days ago. <br />
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Perhaps when he told me he had been thinking about me too he meant "I've been thinking about you too lately...thinking about how much I hate you and continue to stick pins in your custom made to look just like you voodoo doll".<br />
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I suppose there is always a chance he'll call or write but I'm not holding my breath. Oh well. Que sera sera. (is that how you spell it?)Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-34090503720968364872010-01-05T13:13:00.000-06:002010-01-05T13:13:45.013-06:00LIFE: Where I re-connected with an old flameLet me begin by saying I use the term "re-connected" loosely.<br />
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Yes, a couple of days after Christmas, in a weak moment inspired by the holidays, single-dom depression and PMS, I emailed Josh. My ex-boyfriend from a a year or so ago. "WHAT?" you ask? "You mean the one that lived 2 hours away and worked all the time and didn't have time for you?" Yep, that's the one. It was the holidays! (we met 2 years ago right before Christmas so it was natural that I thought of him, right?) The PMS made me do it! The lack of mind-altering drugs caused this! Those are my stories and I'm sticking to them. So yeah, I emailed him. Just to say hey and just to see how he was and to let him know I had been thinking about him. And yes, you probably don't want to hear from me and I will shut my pie hole now as you are probably already irritated. That was pretty much the gist of it.<br />
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Then days go by. Like, 7 days. I assumed he deleted it. Or read it and ignored it. Or read it and then deleted it.<br />
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Then yesterday, my hotmail account punched me in the face because there it was...his reply. A reply for which I was NOT prepared to actually see in my inbox nor read. He told me it was good to hear from me and that he was, in fact, not irritated. He even apologized for taking so long to respond. Then the big one... He said he had been thinking about me too. Cue the record scratch, dude.<br />
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Huh? So not the response I expected. But there it was. Wow. I was stunned. But then it could just be BS. He said it because I said it. He was being nice. Something like that. But what if he wasn't? What if he meant it? I left it alone and replied that all was well with me and was he still with the same police department and that my number is the same but here it is again just in case and you should call me so we can catch up.<br />
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Damn. I told him to call me. What if he does?<br />
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I need a keeper. Someone to prevent this sort of craziness.<br />
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TTFN! ("Ta Ta For Now")Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-51871397087704066502009-12-15T13:10:00.000-06:002009-12-15T13:10:47.972-06:00LIFE: Where I bought myself a BIG birthday presentI'm crazy.<br />
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Yesterday was my 36th birthday. I decided to go "look" at cars. I need a new one desperately and was going to do it soon but didn't truly think it would happen on my actual birthday. But it did.<br />
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After a loooong day and process, I left the Hyundai dealership in a "used" 2008 Sonata. <br />
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Happy Birthday to me!<br />
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P.S. - I have awesome friends too, btw. I got a ton of Facebook and other online happy birthday wishes and I love them all for 'em! I am truly blessed :)Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-5020870000213500672009-12-04T17:02:00.004-06:002009-12-04T17:13:26.445-06:00LIFE: Where I am feeling a bit blueI can feel it coming on. <br /><br />My wintertime/Christmas "I'm single and all alone with no one to kiss under the mistletoe" depression. I've been ignoring it but it's getting harder and harder to keep on ignoring it. All my potential guy prospects never panned out, it was a few dates and it was over and the one remaining eligible guy has decided to "date" this nasty junkie looking girl from his past who looks like she smells bad. So even if he did ask me out or whatever, I think I'd have to say no and ick. Sad thing is, this guy is great and could have any woman he wanted. So why does he have to go back in time with her when he could look to the future with me (or someone else who bathes and is without track marks on her arm?)<br /><br />Anyway, I should just focus on me right? Forget about men/guys/boys and just keep busy with doing for me? Sounds easy but I have a sneaking suspicion that it won't be so easy. It sucks though becuase it's almost like everyone around me is suddenly coupled up or freaking engaged. That really sucks. I feel like it's everyone but me. Poor poor pitiful me. (Thanks you Linda Ronstadt)<br /><br />Oh well. It is what it is. I will try really super hard to forget about the opposite sex and become selfish and work on me. <br /><br />P.S. - pathetic to ask for a month long Match.com or EHarmony membership for Christmas? Yeah, I thought so too...Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-33348365814633106752009-11-05T16:41:00.002-06:002009-11-05T16:43:29.893-06:00LIFE: Where I blog againI am going to try and start blogging again. Or trying to remember to blog again. Not that anyone reads it but still...<br /><br />Now, once I figure out what to blog about, I'll be back. <br /><br />(how many of you, if anyone is actually reading this, said "I'll be back" like The Terminator? I did.)Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-58477349128981748272009-06-19T08:29:00.002-05:002009-06-19T08:35:33.844-05:00LIFE: Where it's the same song & danceOnce again, in the relationship department, it looks as if I am going to crash and burn. Shot down yet again. And I'm spending the weekend with him and 2 friends at the lake. I'm doing this knowing it's not going anywhere. It is what it is and at least I get a weekend out of town and some quaint small town time out of the deal. Oh well. Whatever. I wasn't seeing "it" with this guy anyway, I just don't think it's there but the fact that *I* am not "the direction he's headed" still sucks because it makes me think it's ME. That *I* am not good enough. Deep down, I know I am, for someone, but where the hell is he already?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-35417942751030653082009-06-09T10:37:00.002-05:002009-06-09T10:39:01.474-05:00LIFE: Where I'm sad todayMy friend Kim Taylor suffered the worse loss imaginable for a parent and I am so sad for her. Kim, I am thinking of you and your family and sending my love and prayers to you.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-86674007465231640922009-04-05T12:10:00.002-05:002009-04-05T12:22:17.265-05:00LIFE: Where I am ready for summer!Well...I say I am.<br /><br />Let it get up to 100 degrees + and ask me again. But dang it, I am ready for sunshine. Laying out by the pool. Playing water volleyball. Cooking out. Drinking cold beer. Wait, I do that now, never mind. But yes...I am ready. The weather has been teasing us. One day it's 82 and the next it's 60. But, that's Texas for you. It's also our storm season. This time 2 years ago, we were in the basement of Half Price Books trying to dodge a tornado. We haven't had any real bad stuff and God willing, we won't but watch...now that I've said something, we totally will. <br /><br />Anywho...<br /><br />I had a blast in Mississippi (see previous post) and it was beyond awesome to see old friends again and just relax. I love Jackson and could totally live there except for that pesky 6 hour trip between here and there. If I could just be all "I Dream of Jeanie" and *POOF!*, be there, I'd totally commute. <br /><br />Other than that, not much has changed. Love life is still non-freaking existant. But I'm gonna try like hell to change that in the coming months. "D" is way done. I am so over him. He is even kind of slacking in the friend department so there's that. Oh well. C'est la vie!<br /><br />Until next time...Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-29054930440953833622009-03-16T22:39:00.003-05:002009-03-16T22:51:26.273-05:00LIFE: Where I update the internets...Hi Internets!<br /><br />I haven't blogged lately because my life has been somewhat un-blog-worthy. Nothing to write about and all that. Life sort of stalled out on me. <br /><br />However...things are different now.<br /><br />I had knee surgery like, 6 weeks ago and I am recovering quite nicely. I had cartilage repaired and my ACL replaced and for the first 2 weeks, I truly thought I'd be gimpy forever but I can see now that I won't be. But yeah, at first? It SUCKED! It hurt so freaking bad. I was in a brace and on crutches and felt like I couldn't do anything for myself. That was when I discovered how great my friends are. Stephanie came with me for surgery and stayed with me for 2 days. Her 15 y/o daughter, my rental kid, stayed with me for 3 more and the whole time they were here, my friend-neighbors were here a lot. Including D (see prior posts below). He was so good to me, they all were. They hung out with me, brought me food, moved my knee machine all over and even bought certain For Girls Only products at the store. I am loved.<br /><br />Speaking of D. I am in a new place with him. We are becoming great friends and I love it. We are sort of Will and Grace-ish but without the whole "he likes boys" factor. Or better yet, we are Julia Roberts & Dermot Mulroney in "My Best Friend's Wedding". I might have acted kind of jackass-y Friday night but I let his roomies, K&T (my other aforementioned friend-neighbors) know that I felt bad and was embarrased by my behavior and if I know them, they will let him know, therefore letting him know that he has nothing to worry about. I will not act that way again. I just don't want to screw our friendship up.<br /><br />AND! <br /><br />I'M GOING TO MISSISSIPPI!!!!!!!!!! Jackson to be precise. For the St. Paddy's Day parade and party. In 2 & 1/2 days!!! This time on Thursday, I will be sharing cocktails with friends I haven't seen in like, THREE YEARS! I am beyond excited and simply cannot wait until I am there. It's all I can think about :DMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-78742718628255542412009-01-13T20:49:00.003-06:002009-01-13T20:59:15.158-06:00LIFE: Where he just not that into meAnd it sucks.<br /><br />I didn't get totally dissed by D but I may as well have. He's "not looking for a relationship right now" which we all know is code for "He's just not that into me". But what pisses me off is that he's been all about acting like he was or could have been. And what pisses me off even more is that I fell for it. I admit, I probably read way more into it all than I should have but he needs to lay off the mixed signals. Quit choosing to ride in my car, go with someone else. Quit getting me on the dance floor and telling me that you like dancing slower with me. Quit playing with my hair. Quit hugging me when I least expect it. Quit being so charmy and cute because you make it very difficult to be "just friends".<br /><br />I swear I just turned 35 but I feel like a ridiculous teenager and I hate it. So right now, for the next few days, I'm gonna be bummed out and depressed but after that? I'm over it. Eventually, he will realize what he's missing out on and it may very well be too late.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-43839064406772517402008-12-31T20:36:00.002-06:002008-12-31T20:41:12.773-06:00LIFE: Where I wish everyone a Happy New Year!I had a pretty good 2008 save for a few things and I can only hope and wish for an even better '09. <br /><br />I hope 2009 brings in good stuff to everyone. Happy New Year to all!!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097704043036210667.post-36689764346548787842008-12-22T21:22:00.003-06:002008-12-22T21:27:39.852-06:00LIFE: Where I am running out of timeI am not done cleaning. My dad and step-mom will be here tomorrow and they've never been to my apartment, so I need it to be clean.<br /><br />I am still not done shopping and because I spent too much money on Saturday, I have to do something else and "else" requires me to go to the mall. Macy's to be exact. Srsly. TWO days before Christmas and ONE day before my family celebration for which I need something from Macy's. Shall I get drunk before I go? <br /><br />Then, I need to finish wrapping gifts.<br /><br />And go to the grocery store to get deviled eggs stuff. Then I have to make the eggs. <br /><br />I am not going to finish it all. I am going to pull my hair out.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07248593431533361831noreply@blogger.com0