LIFE: Where I get sappy about being a new Aunt

So my big sister has wanted a baby for like, 18 years now.

Well, she finally got one. I want to thank "S" for making the ultimate sacrifice. She gave her baby to my sister and her husband. She did the best thing she could do for her baby and that was to give him to a couple that has loved him since the day she said they were The Ones, about 9 months ago. She said that she wanted to complete someone's family and she did. She absolutely did.

Sweet Boy was born this past Monday and he has completely transformed my sister and brother-in-law's lives. I have wanted this for them for so long and it makes me happier than just about anything to see them like this: Looking at Sweet Boy. Feeding Sweet Boy. Loving Sweet Boy.

Welcome to the world and to the family Sweet Boy.

Love, Aunt Lissa

LIFE: Where I shout out to "Aimee"...

HI AIMEE!

I'm so excited. I'm sort of new to this blogging thing and Aimee is the first "stranger" to leave me a comment. (The few others came from a friend) I was totally stoked to see her leave me, not one, but TWO comments. She found me via www.jennsylvania.com - home of way funny author Jen Lancaster (who is coming to Dallas for a booksigning in May and that rocks!)

So thanks Aimee, for making my day!

LIFE: Where he saw me with no makeup & referenced himself as a boyfriend

Yep. I took that step. J was here this week and he got the pleasure (or not?) of seeing me with no makeup after I got out of the shower. I told him I couldn't believe I was doing this and he made me stand still and look him dead in the eyes. WITH NO MAKEUP! Again, I? Am not all that cute that way. Circles under the eyes, non-existant eyebrows, pores the size of Texas, I have all that and he hauled off and said there was nothing wrong with the way I looked.

Swoon.

Also, I suppose this is a real relationship now as he referenced himself as my boyfriend. While perusing the new releases in Blockbuster, I saw "We Own The Night" starring my celeb boyfriend, Joaquin Phoenix. I said "Oh, look, We Own The Night! That has my boyfriend Joaquin in it” and J said “I’m not in that movie”. What?

This is the first it’s ever been mentioned. I mean, I figured since he wants to meet people, that we were BF/GF, but without actual confirmation, you just never know. So can I safely assume from that comment that we have reached Official Couple status now? Might I really have a (insert gulping sound here) BOYFRIEND?

Holy crap.

LIFE: Where he wants to meet my dad

Evidently J has given thought to meeting my dad. Holy crap. He said that he thought about how he would act and what he would say when meeting him because they do the same thing for a living and my dad would know he's full of shit.

Then last night, he asked me when I was going to see my dad and I half jokingly said "Why? You want to come with me?" and he said "yeah, I was thinking I need to bite the bullet and meet him pretty soon". Have I mentioned holy crap? Um yeah, this girl has NEVER brought a boy home to meet my dad. NEVER. I don't know if he'll go all "what are your intentions with my daughter" on him or what. It sort of makes me freak out a little if I think about it too much.

Perhaps we can start with the locals, mom and sisters instead and save Meet The Dad Weekend for later on.

Life: Where Valentine's Day was not great

But good. Borderline Only OK.

That boy I am still seeing kind of blew it. He bought me dinner and was very sweet to me but got me nothing specifically for Valentine's Day. Nothing. He told me "Happy Valentines Day" and apologized for not getting me anything but other than that? Zilch. I suppose one could look at my test of 'Not Saying Anything To Him About It On Purpose To See What He Does' sort of backfired. Perhaps I should've been more verbal about it. I wasn't expecting anything as much as I was hoping for something. Not a big grotesque red and pink display of affection, but something simpler. A card. A single rose. You get my drift? I am a less is more kind of girl. So now, if this lasts any good amount of time and I am fortunate enough to be able to look back at things involving this boy, this is what I have for our first Valentines Day.

But...

Because I am a cool chick, I was sort of over it by Friday afternoon. I mean, not the greatest Valentine ever but he's great otherwise. Pick your battles and all that. Also, he's very sweet to me. He calls every night and even called to check on me recently when I texted him about someone I wanted to harm physically. He wanted to know who pissed me off. He didn't even question it. He just wanted to know who had done it. As if he were going to help me injure them. How do you not love that? And! He opens doors for me and stuff. How cool and old school is that?

So yeah, he was A Dumb Boy when it came to gift-giving but I can school him better later on. In the meantime, I'll keep him for all the other good things he does.

Life: Where I am moving!!

Again. Ugh. Moving. As excited as I am, the thought of packing 2 years of living in the ghetto kind of makes me want to vomit. Not that I have a lot of stuff because I don't. I do, however, have just enough to make it a pain in the ass. I am renting a U-Haul this time so I can do it all in one big trip. Of course, I have to suck up to my brother-in-law because I want him to drive the thing.

At any rate, I am moving back to the suburbs. It'll be a further drive to and from work but my garden tub and wine rack will make it worth it. I am SO stoked about having a garden tub again. I have certainly learned my lesson and will not take the tub for granted this time.

So onwards and upwards I go from the ghetto to Rodeo Town. I have a Super Wal-Mart about 10 minutes away with a Kohls, Pier One, Borders, Best Buy and McDonald's within walking distance. Sweet.

Now I have to pack. Fun.

Life, Part 2: Where I Might Have Found A New Home

Lets keep everything crossed that the apartment I looked at yesterday becomes mine. I need to call them back and discuss app fees, deposits, etc and God willin and the creek don't rise, I'll be moving on up into a newer, prettier, less ghetto-y and with garden tub apartment!

Plus, I'll be a suburbs girl again instead of the big stinky city of Dallas is sucking the life out of me girl. Score!!

Life: Where a boy might actually like me

So I thought I was being all jokey and funny with something I said to The Boy last night. It failed miserably. He did not get it nor did he see the humor and it was so bad, I feared I had ruined whatever it is that we might have. I thought "Great. Way to screw up something potentially wonderful with one smart-ass joke. Good job, Mel" I then had to convince him that he did NOT need to be in "caution mode" (his words) and that I truly was kidding and was even more truly sorry.

The whole thing led me to believe that he might actually be in it for the long haul, contrary to what Pessimistic Polly here might think. I am not used to this and perhaps I need to let him know that. Then he might understand more about why I said what I said. I'm a little gun-shy and when it comes to relationships with men, I tend to sit around and wait for that other shoe to drop.

Please let his shoes and all the other shoes be laced tightly and hung from super strong rope so they don't fall.

Life: Where I pick out a movie to watch with a boy

So, my new friend is in town. He's going to do some work for a few hours and whilst he is out working, I am going to Blockbuster to find us a movie to watch when he gets back.

Anyone want to take a guess as to how long it's been since I've chosen a movie based on whether or not a BOY will like it? An actual male human will be up in my hizzy tonight and I am in charge of movies. Um, EEK? He says he has faith in me and will watch anything. Oh sure.

Jesus H. Johnson. I get the movie and all he has to do is remember my Diet Coke. How is that fair?

My Date. By Melissa

I was notified by my friend Jinny that I was killing her because I have not updated here about my date with "Crash". So let me tell her and whoever else that might read this...it went very well.

He was very nice. He brought me a DVD with his car crash on it, along with other random chases and pictures on it. I guess you need to know that he is a police officer and he knows I love that sort of thing. So instead of flowers, I get police chases. So romantic :)

Anyway, to make a long story short, it was a fun evening and he treated me very well. Albeit, not your typical first date by any stretch of the imagination but it worked for me. He opened doors and everything. He even asked me if he could kiss me.

And I totally let him.

We are supposed to go out again Wednesday for chinese food. So far so good.

So I have a date tonight

What looks to be a bona fide, real, not getting stood up date. I said to my best good friend, Cindy, that I am a little EEEEK!! and a little SQUEEEEEE!! I think SQUEEEE is ahead by a slight margin now but I bet a monkey EEEEK comes from behind and kicks SQUEEEE's ass the moment I pull up in the parking lot.

I think I know what I'm wearing. Jeans, hooker boots (he's tall) and a black v-neck sweater that is almost dangerously low cut. I want to give him a hint of what he is not getting on the first date. I'm a vixen like that.

OK, not really. I just wanted to see what it felt like to call myself a vixen.

Off to get gorgeous. I shall report back. Wish me luck!

I Hope He Stays This Way

So there is this guy. Let's call him Five-Oh. He is great on paper and on the phone. He spells everything right, uses punctuation and says "Yes ma'am". I sure hope he stays this way. He's been juuuust flirty enough where it's fun and not oogey. He even said I was hot. That's big. I hope he meant it and wasn't just being nice.

Let's hope he stays this way.

Moving out of the ghetto

YAY! I get to move again. The Elvis classic "In The Ghetto" will no longer be my anthem. That's a bummer but I'll get over it. I can't wait to get away from the noisy skank chick next door and the Asshole Above Me With The Led Feet. This mo-fo cannot walk or do anything without it sounding like he's Savion Glover or Hulk Hogan. I hate his rotten, stinkin guts. He looks like the creature from the Ahnold movie "Predator". Maybe that's what I should call him. I shall call him "Savion Predator Hogan".

At any rate, the thought of gathering boxes, packing, loading & uloading them, unpacking and and stuff kind of makes me want to pop a vein but it has to be done. I wish I had all the money in the world because if I did, I would so pay someone to do all my crap for me.

P.S. - If Savion Predator Hogan wakes me up again at 3am like last night/this morning, I will not be responsible for what happens to him.

Am I asking for too much here?

There is a guy. Guy has been sort of hounding me to go out with him. Which would normally be OK except I kinda don't want to, been putting it off for a bit now. However, my lovely friend Deanna said in a recent blog that sometimes you should go out with anyone who asks because you never know who you will hit it off with. So, I agree to go, in his words, "hang out". (Plus, every girl needs those dating horror stories to share with girlfriends and future daughters, maybe he would be mine?)

So, he says "What are you opposed to doing?" and it threw me. I know "waht do you want to do?" but I don't know "what are you opposed to doing?" SO I give you the following is an excerpt from our IM conversation (yes, I saved it so I could post it here, publicly for all the world to see. )

"Melissa: opposed?
executivemusicgroup: yes as in what do you not wanna do
Melissa: um, OK...no movies, no sex and no making out...no at your place or mine...
executivemusicgroup: wow
executivemusicgroup: ok
Melissa: why wow? none of those are first meeting events in my world. movies are on the list because who wants to sit in a dark theater for 2 hours and not be able to talk?
executivemusicgroup: ok
executivemusicgroup: i seee
Melissa: hope that isn't a problem
executivemusicgroup: no i agree with all but one
executivemusicgroup: but it is all good
Melissa: hmmm...which one do you not agree with? Just curious
executivemusicgroup: making out
Melissa: well, let me clarify that making out thing...
Melissa: i'd probably be ok with a kiss on the cheek greeting and the standard and proper kiss goodnight. What i'm not down with is lots of it. i mean, i'm all about a good makeout session, just not the first few times out of the gate.
executivemusicgroup: ok
executivemusicgroup: i see
executivemusicgroup: understand
executivemusicgroup: i will respect that
Melissa: cool.
executivemusicgroup: i like making out
executivemusicgroup: and dont see a problem with it
executivemusicgroup: but
executivemusicgroup: i do respect others peoples wishes

So my issue is this: Am I asking too much that guys DON'T expect some junior-high makeout session on the VERY FIRST DATE?? Am I asking too much that guys don't seem so suprised at my standards? I don't think so either. I also don't think I'm gonna go out with him now. Besides, it's supposed to be "Focus On Me" time right now. Plus, I turn another year older this week and that's depressing enough. I don't need some guy trying to go all 8th grade frenching in my mouth.

My first official blog not on MySpace

Look at me being all cool and shit. This is mostly a test post to see what it looks like.