Friday, December 31, 2010

2010 In Closing

My 2010 can be summed by two words: TRUST GOD.

Thank you lord for being so real, and so loving. Thank you for being so constant when I am so fickle. Thank you for guarding my mouth, and touching my heart. Thank you for this roof over my head, the food in our bellies, and the warm blankets we cuddle.

Thank you for knowing the depths of my secret hurt - and for having my best interests in mind.

Thank you for giving me Wilo for the past 10 years - there are not too many men who would put up with all of my peccadillos.

Thank you for the health of my children, family and friends.

Thank you for opening my heart to the idea of one. more. baby.

Thank you for blessing me with such a pure, innocent, constant stream of Joy with Baby John.

Thank you for all of the laughs I have heard ring through these walls.

Christmas Day

Christmas Day was done a little differently this year - it turned out well - AND taught me a lesson.

Santa didn't deliver all the goods first thing in the morning. Word has it - that Santa was missing one 'big present' that was unable to be found on Christmas Eve (even though his Meli Elf has completed shopping on the night before for years and never had trouble!) and needed to find an alternative quickly as the prezzie wasn't going to be available until the 26th.

Thankfully, He (God, not Santa!) reminded me of the message I had been preaching all week - Christmas is NOT about presents, it's about Jesus AND it's about spending time with your family. Let me tell you - that kinda stepped on my toes a little because I was secretly disappointed and pissy about not having a "complete" Christmas with "even" presents. I was heavily, heavily convicted as I sat on my front porch spilling my sad secret to my best friend - and remembered my lectured words about the real meaning of Christmas. I felt very guilty and bashful for focusing so heavily on a material good (I am so not that girl at all!), asked forgiveness (from God, not Santa, duh!) and then was hit with the most creative idea.

It went over so well.

On the nights before Christmas...

As I mentioned, I planned on writing a warm, heartfelt, "We are so ready for Christmas!" post in the days leading up to December 25th. Imagine pictures of our beautiful tree, candy encrusted Gingerbread houses, and cookies looking like Martha herself did them - pictures of kiddo's snuggled tight in their various Christmas Pajamas, Santa letters, and presents galore.

In Typical Meli fashion, it didn't turn out that way!

For starters: Our special, beloved tree (My Daddy took me to pick one out early in December) has seen better days and what used to be a symbol of everything Christmas - A big, live tree housing years of memories stored in significant ornaments hung by, (then little, now big) hands  - now looks like I hired a drunken college student to decorate it while doing keg stands and taking bong hits. Seriously. A Crawling 6month old with ninja like speed equaled half of the lights being pulled down in one direction leaving it lopsidedly lit and full of lonely branches with zero ornaments on the entire bottom half like someone just stopped half way. Don't get me wrong - I still appreciated my big, fragrant, imperfectly decorated tree but I am glad to see it go later today.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Happy Half a Year, Baby John!

John turned 6 months old on Christmas Eve!

He can Crawl.

He can grasp.

He can Sit Up!
He can Cause a Ruckus.

He is our delightfully rotten 6month old Little Boy. 

Ouch...That's a TOOTH

If you look realllllly close, you can see his bottom teeth! One is through, the other is very close. 

Whew! What a Week!

Wow, it feels like thousands of minutes since I last sat to write. We have been SO busy. Like nonstop go, go, go. If we weren't somewhere, we have been occupied doing something. I hope all of you had a wonderful, merry, bright and jolly Christmas! I had inspirations of writing in the days leading up to the big day but those moments passed as quickly as the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas - with a supersonic quickness.

I feel like I can finally slow down a bit.

We were very, very fortunate to have a delightful, heartwarming Christmas. (I can't wait to write about it - which I am planning on doing next, I think). Our Holiday spans the 24th, 25th and the 26th - and four different neighborhoods soo it's more of an Christmas Adventure!

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Oldest and Youngest

Is it possible to love TWO fellows at the same time? 

Why yes, yes it is.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Ella - From Me to You.

This is the soundtrack to our Christmas Season 2010.  I stumbled upon an Ella Fitzgerald version of 'Baby it's Cold Outside' (that song - specifically - has been supa stuck in my head) and instantly became hooked to this album. The other night I had this playing while my Starbucks was brewing and my children all laying around the tree - the sound of her voice, the swing of the music, the smell of good coffee and real Christmas Tree, matched with content children, was simply...joyful.

So, From Me to You - I hope you enjoy this, too.

(Even if you hate holiday music! It's THAT good.)


Finally, Day 30.

 A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself

Dear Self:

First and foremost, I love the fact that it took you ohhhh....67 days to complete this "30 Days of  Truth" deal. That's hotness, there mama. But, I love that you did actually finish it  - even when you wanted to quit at times. (Way to keep the 'Finish What You Start Rule!)

I love how the first thought that came to mind when answering this question was - Everything? No way could I list EVERYTHING! (ha!) I love how amidst several things you'd like to change - you can find things that you really like about yourself but struggle pin pointing things you really love.

I love how you really are genuine. I love how you are truly accepting of all people and of all views regardless if they are different than yours. I love how you can state your point, yet truly listen to the other side.  I love how you don't mind admitting you were wrong - usually by laughing at your mistake.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

5 Years Ago, When There Were Two...

Christmas 2005


 Jake was 5, and Abby was nearly 4.

What a difference 5 years makes!

I cannot stop looking at all of these pictures from years past.

Time goes by so very, very quickly.

I blinked and now there are 4 kids, Jake is 10, and Abby is nearly 9.

These pictures make me happy AND sad.

Raegan @ 4months

I was going through some on-linealbums and came across Raegan at about 4months. She and John resemble each other....which means...they look like ME!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

My Dream Guy

How lucky am I to start every day next to this guy?


Day 29 - M is for Messy

Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.

I really wish I could change from a self proclaimed Messy to a Neat-o. 

I have been messy my entire life, despite having Martha Stewart for a mom. 

I'm not kidding - my mom made it all look easy. She could have a housefull of 10 kids and her home still be spotless. Trash never needed taking out, laundry never piled up, dishes never sat in the sink - homework was done without argument, behavior notes never came home, and she baked like a mad woman. Everything had it's place, and everything could be easily found. 

I wish I could be more like her - because some days, by the end of the day, my house looks like I sat on my tooshie the entire day. When - honestly, I promise! - I have worked on it allllll. day. long. There are some days where you could spend an hour looking for a lost earring, some days where dinner dishes turn into morning dishes, and the criteria for matching socks is: "Are they both white? Ok, then, go go go".

Yes, I let Baby John direct the day so completing tasks takes longer and longer.  I wouldn't trade my cuddle time with my beautiful, loving baby boy for a sparkling house, no matter what the cost. Baby time is way more important than an 'everything in it's place' kind of home - but I would, very much, like for it to come easier. 

I would like to be neater and more organized without giving up my baby time, please and thank you!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


....When it's this cold (ten below with the wind) - I'll sneak outside in the middle of the night, or very, very early in the morning in my robe just to let the bitter cold chill my entire body from the tips of my toes, to the back of my neck, to the point where I am nearly shivering....

....Then, quickly and as quietly as I can, I run back inside, leaving a trail of my now frigid clothes in my path and dive into my deliciously warm bed, under my thick, heavy covers and next to my warm, peacefully sleeping Wilo...

It's one of my most favorite feelings in the world - the contrast between biting cold, and consuming warmth - it's better than gold, I tell you!

Day 28 - Baby Cinco?!

What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?

Well if you would've asked me this a year ago, I would've said: Bawl my eyes out and pretend that this isn't happening! Withdraw from those around me, be super mad, and ultimately disappointed in myself for getting pregnant AGAIN.

I pretty much did that with Baby John - and I've been rather open about it. I was so not planning on being pregnant and very uncertain about what it meant to me and to my already large family. Despite me saying to so many girlfriends in the same predicament over the years, "Babies are from God; They are meant to be!". I found myself wrestling with an (in it's harshest term) Unwanted Pregnancy.

I had never been so sad about being pregnant.


Thanks to the support of Wilo, my bff, my family and GOD - the idea of a new baby grew on me, and before I knew it I was loving him sooo much before meeting him.

Now, I cannot imagine my life without him - he has brought my heart such joy and such fulfillment. He filled a spot in my heart that I didn't realize was missing. I adore everything about him, and deem this as my most rewarding and special mothering experience to date. He is allllll mine - and we have a bond like no other. (I, of course, am very bonded to my other kids, but this one is a little different). We were so meant for each other.

That being said - to answer the question, present day: I would deal. No tears, no crying, no denial.  I would just trust that God really does know what he is doing - and thank him for a miracle. I think I would be grateful for the opportunity to mother another baby - there is something indeed special about those wee ones and they grow so unbelievably fast.

I am sometimes saddened by the fact that John is truly the baby.

P.S. Just to clarify: I do not want another baby! EVER. FOR REAL, God.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Day 27 - Faith

What’s the best thing going for you right now?

My Faith.

It is the only thing that keeps a family of 6 supported on one income in 2010 - Wilo works hard and makes a decent living but of S-I-X! We are not millionaires, duh. (Shocking, I know!)

It is the only thing that offers me hope.

It is what keeps my marriage, my family, my life together. 

While I can respect and accept those in my life who do not value or recognize the power of Faith - I can't help but wonder how you do it. 

I could not.

Day 26 - Yellow Ribbons

Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?

No, I haven't. 

We all have moments where life seems too overwhelming. We have all had those times where the mountain looks too high to climb or when we inwardly scream: What did I do?!

 But, ultimately, life is a gift and we should appreciate it no matter the current circumstance.

I guess my outlook is a result of my faith in Jesus and an experience with suicide that I had many years ago.

When I was in High School - a friend and a member of our Theatre Troupe committed suicide as a teenager. I remember hearing the news and feeling just so shocked and saddened. Not only saddened because it was one of the first and only experiences with the death of a friend - but feeling so heavily burdened by the fact that this fellow felt like there was nothing worth living for, how desolate and alone he must have felt. I know for a fact that any one of us - and many of you reading - would have done absolutely anything for him had we known there was such duress. I think back to those days and how many people appreciated his personality, his talent and his laugh - and how many people attended his funeral - and can't help but wonder - if he knew all of that, would it have changed his outcome?

I was able to witness the pain and tragedy that is a self inflicted death - and it truly changed me. It left an imprint, forever. I will never hear of another suicide or see another Yellow Ribbon without remembering him, and that time of my life.

No matter how bad it seems - nothing is impossible with Jesus.

No matter how alone you feel - someone, right now, loves you very much.

I feel the need to say that if you ever feel like you have reached your limit and cannot deal with this life any further - Please, please, please, talk to someone. 

RIP Seth Brown - you left this world much too soon.

Only By The Grace of God - Day 25

The reason you believe you’re still alive today.

It is honestly and truly only by the Grace of God that I am alive today. 

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


This song came into my head as I was sitting on the porch this cold, winter morning. It was about 7am and all was so silent and still. It had just finished snowing a bit. It was a very calm, peaceful time start to the day - and this is such a cool song - yes, even for Phish.

He's Gone Mobile

Not the best picture, but it definitely captures his spirit - I had to take one today to mark him transporting himself alllllll over the living room and playroom... There was no staying on a blanket! Nooo way - there was ninja style crawl-scooching. Seriously - he's not perfected his form but he's definitely mobile. MOBILE, yo. None of my babies have been such over achievers - he's certainely the earliest crawler. I was not ready for this! Slow Down, Baby John!

Monday, December 6, 2010

Music to My Babies' Ears - Day 24

Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs
I decided to make this a playlist to each of my children.  We listen to music every day in our house - so picking songs for them seemed to be kinda hard. In an effort to not over think it - I  went with the first song that came to mind. If you know my babies, you will know I did well.

Jake: I gave you 1980, because you love that song, and you love to sing it to me, and we love to sing it together. I, of course, couldn't pick a 'hippie' song for you, because we all know you hate hippies! HA!  We DO go back like 1980 (except for I wasn't born yet, and you weren't either) but you, kid, are the first born. All of my adult memories include you - and you have been there every step of my journey and the journey of our family. There will come a day where you will think of another girl when you hear songs like these - but for now, when you are ten, I want to treasure the fact that I am the one and only woman of your dreams.  I do love you because you so crazy!

Abby: You are loooooving Taylor Swift these days - and you have for quite some time. Truth be told, I love turning her songs up loud and singing them with you, even if Daddy and Jake don't care for it. I chose this song - because, my darling, you ARE a princess, and you deserve nothing less than a fairytale. One day - when you are older (at least 30, tee hee), and you start looking for a fellow - I wish for you to find a real life Prince Charming to sweep you off your feet and lead you up the staircase. Not kidding! You can totally have that! And, like in the song - if he doesn't realize how amazing you are - then, as hard as it may be, you move on. Anyone who doesn't see the beauty that is Abbigail - doesn't deserve your time.

Raegan: Ah, My little Rae Rae of Sunshine. You really do hear a different drummer, and I find it intoxicating and so fitting for you. You already exhibit so many qualities of a free spirit, and I adore that about you. I promise to always support and embrace that about you - despite what anyone may say. You love music - and since you are still home with me - we listen to it a lot together. I chose Scarlet Begonias (one of my faves!) simply because, "You are not like other girls".

John: My sweet love bug - I thoroughly enjoy holding you as music flows across the house and through your ears. You are the first baby who I can actually "feel" respond to the music. Some songs relax your entire body, some excite you, some capture your entire focus. At 5mo, you are definitely the baby who has been the most obviously effected by music, and I look forward to the years to come to see if it is one of your passions like I predict. I chose one of my all time, most personal favorites for you: Shady Grove. You heard it while you were in my belly - and I sing it to you now. We lock eyes, and you intently look into them. One day, you will realize that I am a horrible singer, but for now, You are my best audience.

Stay out of my dreams, please.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Pierogi Passion

I made these for dinner one day last week and my girls LOVED them. They had not had a Pierogi prior, and were amazed and delighted. This is the conversation, I overheard after their second helping.

Raegan: Yum, yum, YUM!

Abby: I know! It's like a donut with mashed potato and cheeeeese!

Raegan: AND, sour cream. Yum, Yum, YUM!

Abby: I could eat these

Raegan: Me, too, Abby, Me toooooo.

Raegan: Mommy, can you make me this EVERY DAY?

Jake was not a huge fan - and when I asked him what he thought he said:

"Meh...must just be a food for girls. It does have fried cheese".

Teee. Heee.

No, but I could.

So Wilo hurt my feelings tonight - helllllooooo, he is a MAN. It comes with the territory. As he comes to see what I am doing - which is exactly this - he looks at me with such an embarrassed, sheepish expression and goes:

"Are you writing nasty blogs about me?"

This made me full out chuckle.

Friday, December 3, 2010

It IS finally Cold

This is one of my favorite Wintertime songs - and there is something special about Mr. Martin. Sexy? Oh yeah.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Over Thinker

As a terrible "Over Thinker", This devotion really spoke to me. I love when God speaks so clearly.......

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Hello, Winter.

First Snow of the season today! Yesterday it was 55 degrees and full of rain - and today it is 35 and snow.

Hello, Winter.

Day 23 - Antique Road Show Star

Something you wish you had done in your life.

I wish I had bought that antique chest - circa 1825  (the date was stamped on it, with the original sale papers) instead of a couch wayyyyy back in the day.

For serious!

I mentioned that fancy apartment we had when we first moved in together - it was really shwanky. We were the first people ever to live in it; they all were band spankin' new. It was my first apartment, ever - and Wil's first apartment with a girl - bye, bye bachelor pad. Anyways - we needed stuff. I mean, we had NOTHING - aside from baby furniture and a bed - when we first moved in. 

I could do without a lot of things - but I most definitely could not do with out a couch. We couldn't afford anything from a furniture store, didn't have any type of credit (a blessing in disguise), so I decided we should thrift it up.

We had $50 we could spend - and I was determined to find one. (Thrifting is AWESOME, and my love for it is a different post). We went to this little part of my home town where there are 3 thrift stores side by side - the first one we visited was the Salvation Army. They had 4 or 5 couches - and half of them were disgusting and I would rather sit on the floor  - but there was one that was $50, clean, in good shape, a neutral color and would definitely work. Easy peasy, right?

Then, my eyes wandered over to this big wooden chest. I mean, it spoke to me - laugh if you want, but as soon as I saw it, I stopped what I was doing and went over to it. It was about 4ft long, about 3ft deep. It was simple, but well crafted. You could just tell. I opened it up, and it was lined in valour with the make and date stamped in a corner - June 1825 - AND, I kid you freakin' not - it had the original sale papers with it. It looked something like this:

I had stumbled upon something special....and guess how much it was?

Yup, $50.

I was in shopper agony - I wanted that chest soooo, soooo, soooo bad. I knew it was special, and an once in a life time find.

But, I NEEDED a couch. I mean, I had a baby coming in 2 months aaaannnnddd, what good is a fancy apartment that is empty?

Wil and I looked and talked about that chest for a good 45 minutes or so - until we saw another couple coming in to look at the couch I was interested in buying. I knew I had to make up my mind - and the baby kicking inside my belly and my aching back determined that I needed to buy a necessity not a luxury. We went with the couch.

There have been many times over the years where I have thought about that chest - and how walking away from it still makes me queasy.  Not because it was my ticket to appearing on Antiques Roadshow, or that it could've been worth thousands of dollars (or nothing at all) but because it was so rare, and so unique. I knew that we were walking away from a once in a lifetime find - in lieu of a more comfortable (nice one, Me!) life for our budding family.

But, screw responsibility - I really wish I was selfish, and bought that damn chest.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Remind me, when I am old.

I wonder...

One day - when the kids are grown -  will I miss the 4 bikes, 2 skateboards, Scooter, Ripstick, Tricycle, and Princess Scooter that take up a ton of space but my kids love oh so dearly?

Monday, November 29, 2010

Day 22 - /Cry

Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.

I reallllllllllllllllly wish I hadn't donated all my size 12 & 14's to the kidney foundation in leiu of the new fancy size 8&10 jeans I was finally wearing....because helloooooo...I was NEVER gaining that weight back.

I waited two years to toss that stuff - and then ended up pregnant two months later. And, I'm not certain I will EVER see a size 8 again!

Sniff. Sniff.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Miss Coley - Day 21ish

Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

What an dumb question - Go to the hospital, duh.  I love my best friend like a sister.

Sometimes, Love Hurts

Especially when a 5mo old baby is learning to grasp...

Mr. Ambitious

5 months!


It was a big month for John, aka Mr. Ambitious.

(That's a nick name from mama - I started calling him that when he was only 3 days old. He was trying with all his might to better control his head, and to strengthen his back. It has fit so perfectly)

He is such a strong, physical baby. I call him a Beast! During his fourth month: he accomplished rolling over both front to back, and back to front. He can push himself up on his arms and now also his knees. (yes...ALL FOURS. I will have a crawler next month, I bet!). He scooches, and army crawls. He is still trying mastering sitting up, but that will come with time.

He is determined and curious. He is doing very well at bringing his hands together to grasp toys. If he can hold it, it will go into his mouth. He loves to be sitting up - or looking out, to observe step by step everything going on around him. And trust me, some days - there is A LOT going on.

He is also very laid back, very content and easy going. He nonchalantly captures the attention of everyone in the house. He smiles a TON! And giggles some. He's not as vocal as my girls were - but I think that comes with being a joke!

We started some baby foods because he was starting to drink 11ounce bottles every 3 hours - a sure sign, from my mommy book, that he was ready to try something with more substance. Advice differs between professionals - but most say to begin solids between 4 and 6 months. So, we went for it.  He took to the spoon like a flippin champ - and is loving bananas, applesauce and pears. I introduced them one week at a time (bananas allll week, applesauce the next...etc) and none seemed to hurt his belly. I will stay away from corn, green beans, and squash as there is a family history of a food allergy - and I'm not tempting the foodie fate.

We hold him, love him, kiss him, hug him, tickle him, and simply adore him. He's brought such a central source of joy and brightness to our family. I cannot express how lucky I feel to have a baby to love on again - it's one of the most natural, satisfying feelings. 

We love you handsome chunk of a baby boy!

Day 20ish - Don't Do Drugs. I'm not kidding.

Your views on drugs and alcohol.

Don't do drugs. Drugs are bad

That is all.

I am being a bit facetious, with my Southpark reference - but joking aside, it's the damn truth. Drugs ARE bad, and NO, you shouldn't do them! BUT, I thought I would elaborate. It's kinda personal - I don't really have conversations about it - but whatevs! That is what this about.

Marijuana: Pot, as it's referred to in my vernacular. I do not, whatsoever, believe Pot should be classified in the same category as cocaine, meth and Heroin. I believe that too many jail cells are full of otherwise good people - and that something that is 'legal' for medicinal purposes in some states, should be accepted in ALL states. One of the biggest  wastes of you hard earned tax dollars - are the feds shutting down dispensaries in states where it is recognized as a medication. Makes NO sense to me, at all.

Prescription Meds: Everyone should have a Valium.  HA! Just making a joke, yo. I know first hand - there are some people who require prescription to feel better - to focus, to calm, to treat. There is no shame in any type of Mental Illness - go get it treated! I do believe that ADD/ADHD is real - Some kids genuinely need it - and some adults do too. But.... often over diagnosed, or missed diagnosed.

While there is a real need for using prescription medication - there is also a real epidemic of them being used as a recreational drug. These pills are highly addictive - and highly deadly. It's happening in our own backyard, homies.  One of the ugliest prescription drugs is Oxycotton, Oxycodone. It gives a very heroin-esq response. It kills people, often. I have mentioned following the story of Henry Grangu - son of a well respected writer in the blogsphere - beautiful, peaceful, loving 18yr old boy overdosing due to a wicked addiction to these. You can watch Henry's Story Here.

Heroin/Cocaine/Crystal Meth/Crack: All these drugs fall into the same category in my mind. All of them - much like prescription pills - are incredibly addictive. They ruin lives. As a young mother and wife - I watched a good friend of the family succumb to a full blown heroin addiction. The best way to describe it is like watching a huge, visible, dark cloud slowly, and completely envelope a person until it reigns supreme. There is no life or passion in their eyes and you can see it steal their soul. Know that sounds dramatic, but it's the truth. He was one of the rare ones, who beat it. He is not the norm.

As we say in our house......Just don't do that. 

Saturday, November 27, 2010

GS > Skill, ffs.

This is only funny to my WoW / Gamer lovelies.

It's OH. SO. TRUE.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Rotten? Rae Rae? Never.

This would be my beautifully scheming, otherwise delightful 3 year old.

Baby John @ 5 months!

Baby John will be 5 months old this Thursday - Thanksgiving Day!

Jolly John - Seriously, these smiles are intoxicating!

This is his pondering look.

Naturally Content..........

Monday, November 22, 2010

Nicer, Family Friendly, Good Music

A FB friend posted this a few weeks back, and I heard it then and I loved it.

Abby and I discovered it this weekend, and She, Raegan and I have been jamming it at least twice a day.

Love it. Such a good song for girls, and women alike.

The hardest one, by far. Day 19ish : Your thoughts on God

 What do you think of religion? 

This God question has left me staring at a brick wall for weeks.  I had no idea this post would prove to be the hardest for me to write. I think that's why I've been slacking a bit too - trying to get through this question.

At first I thought it was because I respect my friends of different faiths, and those of no faith at all. I didn't want to offend, or  I didn't want to sound judgy. But, those concerns were squelched in the confidence of knowing that most people who know me, know that I am genuinely open and accepting, no matter what. And, this was my turn to offer my views, and I knew they would be classy enough to respect mine.

So if it wasn't that, what was it?

I've been very outright in admission of being a Christian, and believing in God and Jesus and all that jazz. I've mentioned I believe in the Power of Prayer, Jesus love, and God's Power in some prior posts. We all know that I am far from a perfect Christian, and am just a normal Jesus loving girl.

But there is something you would be surprised to know.

I  don't attend a church, and have not since the age of fourteen.


Shocking! How can that be, right?

I find myself having to defend my choice to Believers and Atheist friends alike.

Believers: Doesn't Jesus Girl = Church girl?

Non Believers: Doesn't Church girl = Jesus Girl?

My reasons for not attending church are very deeply, deeply personal. I don't harbor any ill feelings regarding Religious establishments, Houses of Worship or those who attend them. In fact, a few years back I was really struggling with this, and asked God to introduce me to some really good, genuine, church going, Jesus Girls - and he did! These four women were excellent examples of fun, down to earth, genuine Church going Women. They don't know it - but they greatly changed how I view ladies of the church. That being said - I still struggle with the thought of attending.

And you know what?

God knows that.

God knows all about my situation, my issue, my hurt. He knows it better than anyone else - and it hurts him too. He is patient with me because he loves me with such a relentless love - and he knows everything hidden about me.  He has offered me a very intimate relationship with Him, outside the doors of a church. Without. A. Doubt.

So, I'm just gonna write on what I personally know about God.

He created the Heavens and the Earth - and he created you and me - and everything in between.

He sent his son, Jesus - to die for my sins. He says - Whoever believes in Him (Jesus) Will have eternal life. The Bible goes on to say that once you have accepted Jesus as lord - you will forever be in the palm of the God Almighty's hand. He promises me that he will always provide what is best for me  - and even though it may hurt, he will see us through it - and he does have a purpose with our lives.

I believe the Bible is real - and is God's message to us and a source of all kinds of comfort and direction.

I believe God is very, very real. I need no scientific proof - I need no vivid picture. I have had many instances in my life where God has shown his undeniable power - Most Miraculously HERE, the story of nearly losing my first born son. It's a moving story, and all the proof I need. But, he has shown himself in so many other was as well.

Let me share an old story about a specific time where I undoubtedly witnessed God's unshakable hand holding mine....

I was 19 and I was working at the Courtyard Airport - we just had Jakob, and we were living together in our first apartment. (It was a nice apartment, and very pricey for our modest budget). We were struggling! I knew that our baby formula would be running out soon - and it was a day before payday and I had zero dollars to my name.  I had posted a rather large sum of money at the beginning of the shift - larger than normal and all in cash. I was downright tempted to steal $10 - tempted like I hadn't ever been tempted before. And never tempted like that since! It was eerie. It's eerie, even now. I totally felt the devil on my shoulder. I had never stole anything in my entire life! That's wrong. That's distrustful. That's BAD! BUT, I needed to feed my baby - the temptation was real.

So, heavily burdened, I went to my car and prayed during my lunch. I mean I prayyyyed. I specifically said to God: Look, It's been a minute, we used to know each other, but I'm being really tempted to do something wrong to feed my baby. My gut is saying No, don't do it, and Just trust God..and that's what I'm going to do. So, if you are real: Show yourself to me, have some formula for me when I come home.  So, I went in - and intentionally made an early drop of all the cash I had taken in, early in the shift, and I trusted God the entire day and on the way home.

When I got home - I stopped to check the mail, per normal - and in there was an official envelope with my name on it. I opened it up, and it was my tax return. That return wasn't due for another 5 weeks - I had submitted it via mail the week before, and was being mailed a check a WEEK LATER. But there. it. was.

God had answered my prayer - and showed his existence to me. All I asked him to provide was one can of $10 formula, and instead I had a check for $2500 waiting for me. That was not coincidence - that was God.

The great thing about God - is that he will show you himself if you ask. He certainly does not perform on demand - but if you have an earnest heart, and say, God: Show me your love today - He will do it.

Everything Good, comes from God.

In a nutshell:
So yeah, I believe God is real based on faith, the words of the bible and the experiences of my life. I do not believe that a church defines a Christian, nor will not attending one exclude you from God's love and the kingdom of heaven. Church is good for most, but not a prerequisite - in my opinion and experience. If you love God, ask Forgiveness for your sins, accept his Jesus as the Messiah, Read his word and Search for his ways....You are as much of a Christian as one that attends church morning, noon and night.

This is one my my favorite verses of the bible - and one that I try to live by, every day. 

36 “Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”
 37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

Matthew 22: 36-40 

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Representin' the OBZ!

My Baby Brother John - by Abby

Abby had to write her first "story". It was a personal narrative and she earned an A. I loved it, and it made me tear up a little. She loves that little boy so, so, so much. 

My baby brother is very sweet. If you smile at him he will smile back at you. My mom smiles at him too and he smiles at her a lot. 

My mom and I play with John. I play with a monkey toy. My mom tickles him. Sometimes I like to read to him, and sometimes he does not like it. Sometimes I can put him in his bouncy chair. If you turn it on, it will vibrate. Raegan loves him too and tries to hold him. She also helps feed him. Maybe, some days, my mom let's me push him in his stroller. I love to feed him and once he puked on me. he is going to eat rice food now. My mom and I like to put him on the floor and play with him there.

I feel happy because he is so sweet and loving. It is fun because I get to do all the stuff my mom does except I have to ask first. I love my baby brother, very much.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Upon further inspection -

I was sooo wrong about the wicked cute cloth diaper being reasonable - it was $13.95.  I read $2.95!

That was the shipping, Duh.

Anyways - $15 for ONE.

I wonder how many you actually need to start out with. I would need at least 10 to feel comfortable making it through ONE day.

Interesting to consider though. But, I'm still on the bad hippie side of the fence filling up landfills with my disposable diapers. Terrible, I know.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

An Investment, perhaps?

If I were to cloth diaper, Baby John would rock something like this

I'm also surprised at how reasonable they are!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Just Call Me....Cloth Diaper MacGyver!

What did you do last night?

Wanna know what I did?

You do? Great. Cause, I'm dyyying to tell you...

I nearly duct taped a make shift cloth diaper on my baby.

ahahaha. Did you just bust out laughing? 'Cause I just did.

I so wish I was joking! Don't worry, I DIDN'T!!

Baby John and I shared a hearty laugh as soon as I said it. I would NEVER actually duct tape anything to a baby, for eff's sake. BUT, I was caught in a dilema!! A DIAPER CRISIS!

I noticed that we were low on diapers when Wilo left for work - and I told him to bring some home. He's home late on Friday's but I was certain we had enough to last. Aaand, We did - until about 10pm, when disaster struck.

I never, ever, ever run out of diapers. EVER, in FOUR kids. (Yes, I know - Earthy me, using disposables, but whateves, it's my style. I love cloth diapers, but just can't commit to that much extra laundry, and I can't afford a diaper service. True stories.) Anyways, I can alwayyyyys find an "emergency" diaper, if need be.

Not last night!

I couldn't find a single one. Not one in the diaper bag. Not one on a baby doll. Not one hiding in a toy box, not one hiding in a junk drawer. Not one - anywhere!  And it's like 10:30 by this point. Baby John, who's been enjoying hanging out au natual this whole time, is smiling and laughing at me. I mean big, fat, slobbery, juicy smiles and full out belly laughter as I'm talking him through this fiasco. What to do?! I can't really go get them  because, at the most obvious - Baby John is nekkid! Because I was certain, CERTAIN there was one around here!

Light bulb goes off! I'm a bright woman! I'll just make a cloth one! I can do it! I was a girl scout till 8th grade, yo! 

I think to myself...I'll just go grab a cloth diaper - I've always had them with my babies, bought soley for other purposes, they are wicked handy.


I also realized during this time that I have been committing a crime by not having an actual cloth diaper either. That is so sad, SO SO SO SAD.  I apparently forgot their importance this time around, like a total mommy nooblet. Out of necessity, I then decide that a that a receiving blanket could work...

I quickly figured out the shape of how it should fit, and I'm feeling really positive and proud of myself for figuring this out. Then, I'm like ok, just gotta fasten this up...

With what?

Saftey pins? I don't ever have those around allll the time, I have those sometimes! And right now, we don't have any!

Duct Tape?

YUP! That's where my brain went next. It fixes everything right?!

 I know!  How funny is that?

As soon as I said it to John, I laughed sooo hard, and so did he.

I quickly abandoned that idea, of course. I opted to use some really small, clear, hair rubberbands to secure it together instead. It would do.

It was such a novice move - not knowing 100% for sure that I had enough diapers, not having cloth diapers around - but it was such a silly, lovely encounter with my baby J. He's such a happy, pleasant boy.  He snuggled down promptly with a bottle, his blanket, and me by his side. We cuddled for the rest of the night.... his make shift, MacGyver-ed cloth diaper.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Stuck inside my head

My word, it's been a minute!

I don't know how to explain it really - all week long I've thought about writing but I just couldn't sit down and compose my thoughts.

Probably because my thoughts have been kinda jumbled these past few days to be completely confessional. Stuck inside my head, is really the correct Meli-ism to use there - it's what it definitely feels like. A few normal things have been stressing me out lately - and imagine those things, with every possible scenario, both realistic and far fetched, stuck on an endless repeat inside your brain for days at a time.



Oh, so Lame-o.

I hate it when I get like that - and It's happened my whole life! 97% of the time, I have everything in check, am very laidback and faithful, and then WHAM! Sit yo' ass down and dwell on the uncertain - over and over again. 

I break free of those persistent thoughts to function, obviously - my kiddies are a brilliant distraction, both in the emotional and the practical sense - there's not much time to 'stew' when there is homework to be done, clothes to be washed, hugs to be given and babies to love.

But they're still there at the end of the night, when all are sleeping - and it's just me here. Time normally spent writing, or connecting, - is instead spent watching mindless TV, or reading blog after blog, article after article after article - as an introverted attempt to cope.

And then.

I'm reminded of the same thing, every time.

I don't have to worry about them. I have the Utmost High on my side, ensuring that all will turn out as part of His plan. He doesn't promise that everything will be pretty, but He does promise that he'll be here every step of the way.

And the Meli sunshine starts to come back..

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Coffee Date

I've had a few days lapse in writing - due to me cleaning like a mad woman for a couple days, then collapsing in exhaustion at night. Seriously, people, I've been going to bed at like 10 - which is so not my typical deal. I've been also rearranging bedrooms, cleaning out closets and shampooing carpets... which is also not my typical deal.


Here are some adorablly cute photos of Baby John. He is dyyyyyiiiingggg to sit up on his own. He wants it sooo badly. That's still a few weeks away on the milestones, but until then he's enjoying sitting up in the corner of the couches as we have our coffee together in the morning.

Rae Rae is also part of our coffee date - though she prefers to spend the first twenty minutes or so under a blanket, intermittently yelling LEAVE ME ALONE - until she wakes up enough and out pops this enthusiastic, energetic, chipper, caring, loving conversationalist. I have noooooo idea where she would get her morning grumpiness from.

Wanna join us next time? I have good coffee...and plenty of blankets.... 

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Day 18 - My Views on Gay Marriage

Your views on gay marriage.

I've been thinking about how to address this - over and over and over again - since I read the 30 day questions.

There is much that I could say, but I think I'm gonna just keep this short and the best of my short and sweet ability (which is pretty damn horrible, and you know that's damn true if you know me! I typically have a lot to say).

Here goes:

Who am I to tell someone who they can, and cannot love forever?

I, personally, know two gay men who have been in love and committed to each other for as long as my parents have been married. They are a better example of how a marriage should be (commitment, communication, compromise, trust,) than many of the hetero-sexual marriages I know.

I've also known two gay women who have been together for over 15 years, who literally saved the lives of two children trapped in a very, very bad environment with their natural, married, hetero-sexual birth parents.

I would NEVER, in a million years, tell either of these couples that their lives, their loves, and their commitment to each other was not as valid as mine. I would never tell them that they could not stand in front of their family, friends and God - and make a public commitment to one another.

I am certainly not qualified to make that judgment, and neither are you.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Day 17 - Ban those Books?

A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.

Ok, so believe it or not - I'm, um...a conservative. No! I am NOT kidding! It's shocking, I know. It goes against most people's perceptions of me - and even more so if you know Wilo, because he's um....RIDICULOUSLY AND LOUDLY LIBERAL. 

Whew. Sorry. I just really felt the need to emphasise that. I'll resume my inside voice.

Anyways - my point of telling you that - is for years, I bought the hype the conservative parties threw out regarding...books that should be banned.

GASP! But, Melissa you say - HOW COULD YOU?! I mean, you say you love reading, and literature and the arts...but you would actually avoid a so called banned book!?

Yes, Yes I would...for the longest time. I guess I just bought the propaganda that those books were just bad.  

Now, this shocked and disgusted my liberal hubby who is an avid reader, by nature, Who despises censorship... also by nature. He was all like..."Whhhaaaatttt? YOU? YOU of ALL people buy into this garbage?" And I'm all, "Well HELLOOOO, there IS controversy for a reason!" He's like..."WHAT reason?! Have you READ it? Read the book, form your OWN opinion!"...  I'll save you the exact debate, but you get the point.


This series called Harry Potter came out.

And it was highly debated.

And there were many people working towards banning it from schools.

I was all like..."THAT book, is NOT coming in my house."

Wilo was all..."Like Hell it ISN'T."

So he bought it, brought it home and spent the next 2 or 3 days reading it. I am sure I was probably snotty about it - it's a little in my nature, sometimes! - but when he was finished, he came to me and said: You MUST read this book. You must, must, must, must, MUST read this book. He told me it was by far, one of the best stories he's ever read. And, he's always been rather well read.

I have to admit, the thought of reading a banned book seemed sooooo bad girl-ish, to me.  Picture that hot librarian, in those hot glasses, naughtily sneaking way behind a bookshelf a banned book... /sexy evil laugh.  It was like breaking the rules - touching something off limits, something wrong and forbidden - I couldn't stop myself.

So, I read it.

and LOVED it.

L-O-V-E-D it, and have read the entire series, since.

I could not fathom why anyone would want to ban such a book. It was imagination, and creativity, and excitement. It was incredibly well written, and non offensive. Why, oh why, would anyone want to stop people from reading something sooooo goooood???

And um....perhaps all those the other debated books that "should be banned", SHOULD NOT BE BANNED, either.

Perhaps we should all read them for ourselves, and base our own opinions....and perhaps no one should have the right to BAN someone elses writing.

Thanks, Harry. 

Thanks, Wilo.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Man on the Mountain

I fell in loooovvvveeeeeee with this man on the mountain the first time I heard this song, a long, long time ago. This song was randomly in my head as I go to bed tonight - and just thinking of it gives me butterflies, still.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Day 16: TV or not to TV

Someone or something you definitely could live without.

I could definitely live without Television.

I'm being serious!

Don't get me wrong - I DO love me some Nick Jr, um... how else would I finish things done in a pinch? But for the most part, I could live without it...and I have.

Oh, we owned a TV, but we didn't have cable for oh, forever. It wasn't until this summer that we changed providers and received a pretty sweet deal for what we are getting.

I never really missed it.

Much of TV is just...stupid. And, the things that I did like to watch I could always watch the next day on this brilliant little website.

Even with a bazillion channels - I find that I still only watch a few shows.

Here is what I am watching currently: Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures, GLEE!, Amazing Race, Star Trek, Chuck, oh and Keeping up with the Kardashians...because who doesn't love some "reality" TV.  When the Bachelor comes back on...I'll be watching that too.

These are pretty much the BEST shows on television in my humble, non tv-watching, opinion.

p.s. Playing on the internet is totally different than watching TV. TOTALLY.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Happy Halloween

Trick or Treat!!! 
Have a safe and Happy Halloween Weekend, you guys!

Jake was a convict, Hobo. He was a very humorous one, too.

Abby was Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

Raegan was a Diva, Butterfly Fairy Princess Barbie. I through in the Diva, she chose the rest.
Our favorite cousin and great friend Griffin - He was a Mexican riding an Ostrich. hahaha. I laughed outloud typing it, but it's true AND funny. (And comes with a fan that inflates the ostrich!)
Baby John went as a wickedly adorable, jolly, chunk of a 4month old baby.

Day 15 - No Sister Wives for Wilo

Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.


I could never be Mormon.

30 days - Day 14... N/A

A hero that has let you down. (letter) it weird that I've only ever had two heroes - Jesus and My Dad -  and they've never, ever let me down?

N/A , is my answer to this one.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

30 Days: Day 13, HOOOOKAHHHH.

A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)

Dear Ekoostik Hookah:

Ok, I know it's been a long minute since we last saw each other, and I know that you don't have any recollection of who I am, but..I'm doing this blog deal where I have to write daily for 30 days, and today's topic is to write a letter to a band who's gotten you through some tough ass days. (Their words, not mine).

Well, dahlings, I chose you.

And trust me, it was no easy task in deciding who to chose either - feel special! You beat out The Dead, Sublime, Mike Perkins, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Johnny Cash.. amongst others. I love music - and have several 'special' bands who have paved my rough days with sunshine.

I chose you for a few specific reasons....

You represent a time in my life where I was completely free. I was barely an adult, with no real job and no real responsibility. All I was concerned about was being kind, peaceful and getting to the next show to dance my tooshie off with good friends and a couple hundred other free spirits.  You see, now.... I'm married with FOUR kids. Yes, you read that correctly FOUR kids. I am also well into adulthood and have responsibility pouring out my ears, and spilling all over my already messy floor, which is also my responsibility to clean up.

I "met" my husband at your Halloween show on October 31, 1999. Well, I guess that's a lie- I had met him once briefly and previously before then. But, it was THAT show, and THAT night that changed everything - it changed my life forever, no joke!

That my dear friends, was 11 years ago.

DUDE, I know. That's like...forever. It's like the never ending one night stand, no?

We saw many of your shows for several months when we first were together..and then this thing happened that kinda deterred us from dancing and twirling and living life with no responsibility... I kinda, um, got pregnant and 9 months later gave birth to a beautiful little boy. I made him listen "Where the Fields Grow Green" while he was in utero, and I swear he took over the spinning and shaking for me. I married his Daddy that following year.

Even though we weren't at many of your concerts in person - we still 'followed' you. We kept up with you through friends, and the Internet. We always jammed your music at home and danced as a family, even though we were far removed from Hookahville.

The best thing you gave me - was a soundtrack to one of the best times of my life. Whenever I am feeling blue, or frustrated or confined by the life I now lead, I know that I can very easily slip away by listening to YOU. I am so pleased that you all are still making music - I know some things have changed, but you are still very much you.

Maybe, just maybe, one day - 11 years later, The hubby and I will shuck responsiblity for a night and come dance our 30 year old tooshies off, and remember what it felt like to be 17, 18, 19 and 20 again.

Thank you for giving me memories that have lasted a life time.


I was doing SO great with my goal of writing every day for 30 days, for the first time in ages.

THEN.... I had a bad day (ty author of that crappy song, whoever you are, every time I type those words that tune goes thru my head), and ended up exhausted.

THEN...yesterday we had a tornado touch down miles from our home - no joke! Thankfully we - and our community are safe. But...we were without power for several hours.

TODAY... I spent catching up on the disastah that was my home and recovering from this yucky cold I've been dealing with.

NOW...I am helping the kids with homework - and making stirfry for dinner.

TONIGHT... I will be watching this with my family. I love mamapundit - she is one of my favorite bloggers, by a mile.  I am particularly attached to the story of her son and his addiction that eventually lead to his much too early death. He reminds me of so many of the kids Wilo and I knew way back in our "hippie" days. Kids who had such the future ahead of them, but were so entangled in the drug scene despite wanting to be healthy.  I am watching with my own children  - they are never to old to see what can happen, and how choices we make affect those around us. I invite you to watch as well.

AFTER... the kids go to bed...I will catch up on my blogging...hopefully, right?

Monday, October 25, 2010

God, Dad, & Neighbors turned Friends

Today falls into that category of things which should not be blogged.

Though, I will say - I am very, very, very grateful for the love shown to me by God, My Father, and Two Neighbors who I'd be proud to call my friends.

That being said - I am very, very, very tired at the moment. I am usually good to go at this moment and would attack my 30 days with fervor, but alas, I am wicked tired.

My couch keeps giving me these come hither looks and striking sexy, comfortable poses. I am finding it very hard to resist.

I will return tomorrow - God Willing - with a 2 for 1 special!

 Good posts ahead, my dahlings.

Baby Quatro @ 4 months old!

Happy FOURTH Month, Baby John. 

I cannot help but to hold you, hug you, love you 
and KNOW God gave you to us for a reason.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

30 Days of Truth - DAY Twelve

Something you never get compliments on.

If you know me personally - you've probably heard me joke about this before, it's really NO secret...

I am never, ever complimented on my SINGING!

It's kind of funny how the previous question and this question are related - while my speaking voice is drop dead singing voice is just......drop dead.

I'm not exaggerating - think: American Idol REJECT show. Yes, THAT bad.

The thing is - even though I am awfully, horrifically, terrible at it - I. LOVE. TO. SING.  Aaaaand, since I don't try to make a living out of it - or try to be America's Next Supa Star - I think my off key songs should be encouraged! I don't think I should stop just because I am bad at it!  Singing is an excellent way to release some energy or creativity.

It's also a very effective way to wake up sleeping kids or a sleeping hubby....

/evil laugh.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

30 Days of Truth - Day ELEVEN

Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

My superior organizational skills - how, at any given moment, you could ask me for anything and I could tell you exactly where it was at, and point you in the direction of the label.



Whew. I nearly hurt myself laughing at that one.


I have two compliments that I always receive:  (shh, don't hate on my narcissism, I was asked!)

"Wow, Melissa your children are BEAUTIFUL!" (self explanatory, look at my pics!)


"Wow, Melissa you have an incredible voice".

Noooooo, I'm not joking with this one, I promise. We aren't talking about my singing voice! We are talking about my SPEAKING VOICE. 

Let me elaborate - I've heard this since I was in second grade - a teacher told me, after using a microphone for something, that I really needed to look into radio, because my voice was incredible. Not kidding.

Then, I was given a note from a boy in Middle School that said, "I could listen to your voice every day. You should always volunteer to read". 

In High School, I was very active in Theatre (yeah, don't be surprised, I admitted I was geeklicious) and had my fair share of leading roles (in non musicals, of course) where I was complimented on the tone, flow and sound of my voice. I also had a very good Friend around that time who said, "Damn, Melissa, even when you are sick, your voice is SEXY! Can you call me every time you have a cold, I love the raspy!?"

Fast forward to me being a working adult - as a Sales Manager, I did so much work on the phone. My voice is what made people return calls, agree to meet me, and eventually buy what I was selling.

Then, in my delicious hobby of WoW - I am complimented on my voice every. single. time. I hop on vent. Actually, compliment is way too classy of a word. More like Virtually Sexually Harassed. At first, I loved all the attention from the nerdy boys - but now, a few years later, find it wicked annoying. I'm like, Whatevs, lets just kill shit ok!? I joke about wanting to sound fat and ugly so that they will leave me alone - cause the fact that I'm married with a bus load of children doesn't.

My all time favorite response goes like this....

Annoying WoW BoyOhhhh, damnnnn girl, your voice is HAWTTTTT!

Me: Oh really?

Annoying WoW Boy: Hellz Yeah, Girl, I'm talking HAWTTT, there ain't no other hawt as you in this game, yo!

MeYeah, Thanks. I've heard this before - people are all the time telling me I sound like a girl.

 Good times, yo! 

30 Days of Truth - Day TEN!

Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.

In my current life - there is no one that needs to be let go, and no one that I wish I didn't know. I keep my life pretty close knit, and only invite people into it when I want them to be there, and they want to be there as well.

I don't see the point of wasting time on someone who doesn't want my friendship, love or attention.

That being said - in the past, I have held on to someone for too long. There are parts of me that wish I never knew them, because in the end, they hurt me. They hurt my heart, and those wounds take some time to heal.  But, ultimately, they weren't supposed to be part of my life and once I accepted that, it became much easier to let them go.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Hemp Hat

I've been going through some of the boxes of misc crap keepsake boxes in my closet looking for The List. I haven't found it yet - but I did come across the hemp hat Wilo used to wear wayyyy back in the day. He was wearing it the day we met, and wore it for a couple years after that. 

I loved it back then - it obviously screams HIPPIE BOY, right? 
Even if it isn't the most...stylish. Tee. Hee. Raegan (of course it was Raegan) thought it screamed HIPPIE LITTLE GIRL and she wanted to Rock it - and some silly faces - too.

He kinda grew out of the hat a little - I mean, it doesn't have its full effect when you are wearing a flannel driving a minivan with your wifey and kiddies in tow, you know?

He'll bust it out from time to time, usually after he's had a few beers and a song or story pops up that makes him remember those days. 

Who knew - wayyyyy back then - that his little girl - his third of four children, would be loving it today, nearly eleven years later.

30 Days of Truth - DAY NINE

Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.

I've been going back and forth about who I wanted to write about in this post. I've had my fair share of good friendships fade into the sunset for reasons no other than, sometimes Life just happens. Paths Cross and veer off into their own direction, as they are bound to do. I do love it when the paths cross again in the future - they almost always do, in my circumstance. 

Thanks to the beauty of Social Networking, I've connected with just about everyone I've been friends with in the course of my life. Except for...

Our long lost friends Joe and Jeanette. Joe was Wilo's best friend through school - and Jeanette was a good friend of mine. She and Joe got together around the same time as Wil and I did. They were our good friends through the birth of our first child, and served as the Best Man and Maid of Honor at our wedding. They, too, went on to get married.

I would say that we started drifting apart after Wilo and I had a 're awaking' of sorts - we both became really focused on our marriage, our children and our careers. We kept in touch with them - and saw them from time to time- for a few years after that. Then...We moved from an Apartment on the North side, to a house on the South East side and we also decided to have a Raegan then too.

That's really the last time we've seen or heard from them. We just drifted apart. Both phone numbers changed, and our addresses changed. I have looked for them on Facebook, time after time after time! But, no luck.

I'd love to see them one day - or at least see what they've been up to, you know?

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Sad Irony.

I just finished answering a question about someone who treated me like shit - or made my life hell. 

I can't let the fact that this question fell on the day where the LGBT community joined forces to take a stand against bulling, slide by without any mention here, on my blog.

Regardless of how you personally feel about homosexuality - you cannot condone or ignore the fact that our children are killing themselves because of the unnecessary pain and humiliation brought on by the hands - and words - of other children.

And it's just not children (teenagers, but they are still, innocent, young children in the big picture of life) who are termed gay - there are stories of heterosexual kids who would rather die then be made fun of one more day by bullies.

It's utterly heartbreaking.  

It is YOUR job as a parent, mentor, neighbor, friend to put a stop to this - and to talk to your children about about love, acceptance, and everyone's basic right to be treated fairly, regardless of any personal, political, religious, or sexual belief. It's YOUR job to set the proper example at home, at work and at play.

To my fellow Christians - I point my finger directly at you, and say that we - ESPECIALLY - need to ensure that WE and our children - are showing God's love to ALL, and that bullying of any nature and for any reason is NOT acceptable.

These deaths are more than tragic.

30 Days of Truth - DAY EIGHT!

Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.

What's with the personal questions that bring up bad memories? What did I sign up for?!


Tee. Hee.

I don't think there is really anyone in my life who has "made my life hell" - I  think that in order for someone to do that to you - you have to let them. I mean, I'm not talking about someone who is tragically kidnapped, or violently harmed, unnecessarily bullied or abused - often those things cannot be controlled.  I'm talking about someone who "makes your life hell" by talking smack, or being cliquey, or taking your boyfriend, breaking your heart or whatever. I think in those instances - you give them the power buy letting their childish actions dictate your life.

That being said - to answer the question - I have had people treat me like total crapola.

SHOCKING. I know! what to tell you about....

Do I tell you about the girl who went out of her way to be mean to me through out Elementary, Middle and High School? No, because she really didn't bother me too much - I acutally felt really sorry for her, to be mean to someone without any reason, is very sad. There, obviously, was something else going on there. And, she was only one person, I had plenty of friends who made up for her mean girl agenda.

Or what about the sleaze ball boss I had once, who had a taste for sleeping with his desk clerks. I. COULD. NOT. STAND. HIM. I don't think I've ever called anyone Scum before and truly meant it. He = scum.  He treated me like crap because when I was asked a question by a superior regarding his activities, I told them what I knew.  Sorry, but if you are gonna do that, then well, keep that behind closed doors. But, I eventutally had the last laugh - as when he was obviously, and knowingly breaking some OSHA laws and refused to correct them after multiple people brought them to his attention...I, um..turned him in. Turns out, those OSHA guys respond wicked quickly to complaints filed by a very, very pregnant woman who was forced to inhale massive amounts of carpenter dust all day. Go Figure!

Or Do I tell you about how a group of women at competitor hotels went out of their way to exclude me from their clique? Yeah, that was sooo awful - I  had no choice but to deal with them and put on a smile because that's what Sales does. They had no reason to be so mean - other than the fact that they were old and bitter. I'm not joking. I was a 23 year old, pretty, ambitious girl who was stealing their bookings - and they hated me! And made no secret of it - sure they were nice when they had to be, but as soon as no one was watching - they were down right, MEAN.  Those years - dealing with those women - were wayyyyyyyyy worse than any part of my High School career.

I could probably go on and on and on about people who've treated me poorly, but I remain thankful and grateful that I could write page after page about people who have shown me love, friendship, and kindness.