Whats Stuck in your Shoe?

I realize my last few posts were a bit of a different tune for me. Which is bound to happen since we all have different experiences and situations that effect our attitudes and moods. Anyway though, I would REALLY like to go back to the funny, carefree me. But first I have to share these two pictures with you:
This picture was taken at the cemetery, where it was seriously freezing, my son and I were wrapped up in Husband's coat and Son looked so cute so we took a picture.

When I looked at the picture the first time, I noticed something. Something WONDERFUL! Look at my eyes guys, LOOK*. I have laugh lines! Crows feet! Wrinkles! Whatever you want to call them! I LOVE that! I have character, I have age, I have signs I lived a happy, smiling life!

This other picture is of my super hot shoes, but walking through the cemetery a little leaf stuck in my shoe, so we documented it. I don't know why it matters, but hey, there you go!


Regular posts will begin shortly. Thanks for all your nice comments guys!

*Oh, just click the picture to enlarge and then you can see my lovely wrinkles.

Read All the Way to the End Before You Bring Out the Knives Okay?

Oh my, I should go to bed, but I missed you all so much and it's been so long since I posted (what a day or something...?) that I felt all off-kilter and had to read you guys and then add my two cents.

Do I really have anything to say? Hmmmmmm, yes. I may get burned alive for my insensitivity but I gotta be honest with you.

Funerals are weird.

The viewing was last night and it hit me so hard. Why are we standing around someone's dead body, crying over them and then a little while later we're laughing and talking all the while THERE'S A DEAD BODY OVER THERE GUYS!?!?! Hello? Am I the only one that's weirded out by this?!

My poor oldest daughter is going to be traumatized by it too. My father-in-law told her to touch great-grandpa. TOUCH HIM. The kid is SIX, if I'm a little freaked out by dead bodies then how do you think she's going to handle it? Hmmmm?! So she did, and then he told her its okay to cry. So she did. AND BOY DID SHE CRY! I dropped my two youngest off at a friend's and when I got back (within 10 minutes), I see oldest daughter at the casket holding great-grandpa's hand and bawling! Shock of all shocks, I hurried over there and snatched her up and had to calm her down the rest of the night. Why do people feel the need to do that to little kids? Please for the love, let them be little. We have to grow up fast enough, don't force it on them.

The funeral was today, and once again, I thought about the traditions of funerals and how the heck did we decide this was the best way to do things? Now please, please, don't get me wrong; I understand why we do things the way we do, I understand the concept of it all. But to be honest, its such a worldly perception to me. In the sense of, mourning over a body that really isn't that person anymore, crying over that empty shell, being heartbroken over something that isn't *necessarily heartbreaking. Great-grandpa was a month shy of turning 90, he had lived a wonderful, long life. And he was sick, his body was failing. And now its not! Now he's with people he's missed for years and years, he's reunited and he's happy and he's wonderful. I can't be sad over that! I can be sad that we won't see him for awhile; but I find so much joy in the fact that I WILL see him again, that I can't be sad for too long.

And while I understand that this is horribly generalized, that some situations are completely different and that everyone has their own experiences and feelings about death; my own experiences have taught me not to feel hopeless. And for that I'm thankful.

*of course there are situations that are extremely heartbreaking, I understand that. Don't think me completely insensitive, I'm not trying to be. I'm speaking in a "this person has lived a long, happy, fulfilled life and now its time to let them go" kind of situation. Does that make a difference? I hope so. :)

UPDATE: WOAH! I just finished this and posted it, and all of a sudden my daughter sat up and stared at me with these big ghosty eyes, so I said "Hi, you okay?" Nothing. "Hey, are you okay?" NoThInG. "Umm, lay back down." NOTHING. BIG ghosty eyes. STARING at me. I look at her. She stares at me with those BIG GHOSTY EYES. Finally she lays back down. Do you think thats a sign of some sort? Eek!

There's Nothing Wrong with Blowing Bubbles

So I know yesterday's post was pretty depressing. I won't go into anymore detail because, to be honest, the day just got worse from there. So I won't talk about it anymore, instead I'll talk about....PONIES and RAINBOWS and why I can't stop eating conversation hearts. Well, the last one's easy: because they sit right next to the computer and I like sugar.

But really, I don't want to dwell on the negative anymore, instead I'll go back to a simpler time. A time where you have no idea how hard life will get. A time of innocence and naivety. A time of...okay, childhood, I'm talking about being a kid. Get it? Childhood, the land of a million dreams, where nothing goes wrong, where its sunshine and roses and...Okay, I'll stop.

Things are so much easier when you're a kid! Like peeing your pants and pretending like nothing happened, like picking your nose and nobody cares, like telling someone they're ugly and not getting in a fistfight, like playing bologna darts, like spraying whipped cream right in your mouth.
Aaahhhhhhh, to be a child again...

Although I can't be a kid anymore, I can be childlike. I can look at people and see the best parts of them, I can let things go and not hold grudges, I can be forgiving and I can be lovable and kind. I CAN do those things, I really do have that option. So I'm trying, I'm trying to remember the lesson I've been taught my whole life. I'm trying to keep hold of that and not be a person I don't want to be. So I'm going to go color in some coloring books, and drink chocolate milk with a straw, and blow bubbles and laugh and be silly and dance around my living room.

RaInBOwS and pOnIeS....tra la lala la!

It's ALIIIIIIVE!

Or not.

I'm still here guys. I'm still reading you and trying to comment. I'm just slowing going insane. Down....down.....down....

Whittling away my sanity one day at a time.

Just thought I'd let you know, just in case you were wondering.

Also, NO, I'm not dramatic. In case you were wondering that as well.

If its been so long since I posted and you can't even remember who I am or what I'm talking about, I'm Melinda, and I have an in-law problem.

They're still here. And they will STILL be here until Sunday. SUNDAY people. I'm ready to collapse just thinking about it. And after I read that, my migraine settled in again. And by settled in, I mean it flared its ugly bulgy eyed head in a burst of throbbing power.

I don't want this to sound wrong, because I really do like my in-laws. They just don't like me.
Well, it's not that they don't like me....well, maybe, I'm not sure. It's just a stressful time, all happening at an inconvenient time for everyone, with a lot of unpleasant things that have to get done before a funeral. I get that. It just hasn't been the best moment for me. I'm trying to handle this gracefully, but I'm ending up looking like a hippo doing break dancing. Darn it.

Writing this down actually made me feel a teensy bit better, but maybe thats just the migraine meds I took, who knows? I'm going to go cry myself to sleep now. Later.

Can you have Tourette's in Hell?

I'm in such a strange mood right now. I mean I'm always in weird moods, always a little craziness going on, but right now: STRANGE.

Why so strange? Well, I just had a fantastically awesome date with the Husband, so I'm feeling very happy and content. That part isn't the strange part, I'm usually very happy with my husband. ;) The strange part is, the Husband's family is here on super short notice and its thrown my world all out of whack.

Do you know what I mean?

I love family, I love spending time with family, I miss family terribly (we don't live near much family). But when family comes to visit, I mentally have to prepare myself for it. Because I can't go and do the things that I normally do or do NOT do. DO do DO do OD dOo. Wow, I'm tired. Okay, moving on. So what I was saying is that Husband's family came in rather suddenly and I'm feeling all off kilter. And its all about me guys! ME.

Not that Husband's last remaining grandparent on the entire earth just passed away or anything.....

Okay I KNOW that I'm horrible and going to hell, got it, I've come to accept that. And truly I'm not trying to be selfish or inconsiderate--truly. But you have to admit only having a few hours notice before someone comes to stay with you and then having to put all your plans on hold and do whatever people tell you is a tad bit inconvenient. Not as inconvenient as someone dying I suppose, but still. Inconvenient. And its making me feel a little crazy.

Okay, rant over. And tomorrow (maybe, or the next day, who knows with whats been going on?) I'll post about the super sweet, romantic, my husband planned ALL by himself (because I bribed him with ummm.....chocolate, yeah chocolate.) date we went on! He's a winner that one. A real winner.

(I don't know why I'm repeating myself so much today, maybe I have Tourrete's. Or... Tourrete's. Yeah.)

If that's not LOVE, I don't want none of it

I really felt like I had to share, because well, I wanted to; but I told you yesterday that I got clothes from Victoria's Secret and I just gotta share how awesome it was! It was like Christmas morning guys! CHRISTMAS! Opening bag after bag of cute new clothes, and knowing I only paid like $10 a piece was so heavenly! Seriously, look at this picture:

All those clothes, plus the shirt I'm wearing today and the bra I'm wearing, PLUS there were a couple things MORE that just shipped, all for the price of:

$250!!!


I know that sounds like a lot of money, but since when have you gotten a couple pairs of pants, two bras and eleven or so shirts for that price?!?! Hmmmmm?! I gotta tell ya, that's fantastic! I'm so happy....


Oh and since I got quite a few comments telling me I'm not lovey with my husband, here ya go:

PROOF that I love him:

If that doesn't say LOVE right there, I don't know what does...


(p.s. Don't forget to go to The Mother's Lamentations and read my guest post! It ends TODAY!! Okay, no it doesn't, you can see it any day really, but GO, do it for mama...) (Oh, if you don't know where "do it for mama" comes from, don't ask, you really don't want to know.)

I'm going National!

I'm going to do a real post today, or maybe tomorrow, who knows!? It'll be a surprise! WHEeeee!
But in the mean time (is that right? MEAN time? Who wants it to be the time to be mean?....hmmmm) you can read my guest post over at The Mother's Lamentations! Yippeee!!! I know you're all super excited so move it, move it, MOVE IT! Hurry it'll still be there later, but HURRY! :)

Sometimes I like feeling depressed

Since I was out of town on Valentines Day, I didn't get to write a super gushy, lovey dovey, I have the best hubby in the world post. Sad yes? I know you were all looking forward to it. But NO! You're not going to hear it. Sorry! Instead I'm going to do an anti-Valentine's Day post, since its past V-day and all.

Not that I'm against Valentine's Day at all, I'm not. It just doesn't fit to talk about it after the fact. Ya know, like I'm doing right now. Going on and on about Valentine's Day. Whatever. It's not like I'm eating conversation hearts right now...Oh wait......hmmmmm.

So I have a thing for sad break-up songs. I don't know what it is about them. I think its just because when the artists are singing those kinds of songs they put so much feeling, so much emotion, in them. And I feel it! So here's my mix tape of my all-time favorite break-up/sad love songs:

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

UPDATE: I made the first playlist very quickly and didn't check all the songs, some didn't work, some were just plain scary. So I re-did it, hopefully now you won't hear a girl screaming how much she hates her ex-boyfriend. Oh, and Shellie, I added your song too. :)

OOh ooh! Just a little side note: I ordered some clothes from Victoria's Secret and they just got here! YAY!! (Hey, Shellie, that shirt I got at Christmas is like $30 now, you should get it!) :)

Trippy Maaaan

I MISSED YOU! I MISSED YOU AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT!!! (sung like off of Elf)

So, I'm back from my mini-trip and trying to catch up and get back to normal. (Normal, yeah. Like it's ever normal around here...) Do you know how much blog reading I have to do to get caught up?! 75.9823444 HOURS of reading. Its a lot. But the trip was totally worth it even with all the extra catch up. Heh, I wanted to say ketchup...

I'm not going to brief you on my trip, but I will tell you one of the highlights! Husband talked in his sleep again!!! HEHEHEHEHHehehehehehe AND my sister and her husband got to hear it, so they can confirm everything I tell you!

Here's the story:

Sunday night, Husband and Brother-In-Law (let's call him ummmm, Brother-In-Law...) went upstairs to watch a movie whilst my sister and I talked for hours downstairs. After the movie was over, Brother-In-Law came down to say that Husband slept through most of the movie and he didn't want him sleeping on his nice new couch but he couldn't wake him up enough to move him (as in, Husband was going Grrrrrr every time Brother-In-Law tried to get him to go to bed). So I head up there to see what I can do. This is where the fun begins! hehehehehe

I shake Husband, tell him to get up and go get in bed. He squints out of one eye and gives me the total stink eye. And just grrrrrrrr's at me until I can get him to get in bed. Then he starts kicking his leg and saying he wants some milk. This is how it goes:

Husband: GIMME SOME MILK!!
Me: Why, does your TUMMY hurt?!
Husband: Noooooo, GIMME SOME MILK!
Me: Why do you want milk?
Husband: I'm not telling you everything!
Me: BAAahahAHAha!
Husband: IT'S NOT FUNNY!
Me: What's not funny?
Husband: GIMME SOME MILK!
Me: Tell me why you want some milk!
Husband: Errrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmm, go make oldest daughter get it!
Me: She's asleep!
Husband: WAKE HER UP!
Me: NO. Ask Sister.
Husband: SISTER?! Gimme some milk?!
Me: She can't hear you.
Husband: GIMME SOME MILK!!
Me & Sister: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
Husband: I WANT SOME MILK!! GIMME SOME MILK!!

Then we went in my sister's room to tell Brother-In-Law what was happening and Husband came stomping down the hall (I was a little scared), and went downstairs in the complete dark and got some milk. After I woke him up and told him what he'd done, he said he had heart burn and wanted some milk, but didn't remember any of the conversation. Oh, seriously guys, if your husband talks in his sleep, you gotta have some fun with it, its just priceless.

So now I'm back, and I promise never to leave you again! Maybe. Unless I go on another vacation. Sorry.

p.s. Tell me you missed me so I feel better about all the catching up I'm doing. Or because it makes me feel good. Or because you did something bad and you need goody points to make up for it. Or just because. :)

The Devil Made Me Do It!

Oh sad, sad, sad. I meant to get a couple posts ready and have them go the next couple of days while I was out of town; but sadly, I've been lazy and now have to spend the rest of my time actually getting ready for our trip. Dang myself. I hate my procrastinating ways! But will I change? Probably not. But I hope so.

So you won't be hearing from me until next Monday or Tuesday (unless by some miracle I can move at the speed of light, get everything I need to done, and then blog too...). Now don't start crying, its going to be okay. I promise. I know you can survive, you're strong. You're tough! You can do it!!

I just don't know if I can do it.....WAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! *running away, sobbing*


Bye guys, see ya next week! Don't do anything I wouldn't do... heh heh. (I'm going to Vegas, so I get to do anything I want, because didn't you know there's this saying: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Which is the devil's way of tricking you into doing bad bad stuff and thinking you can get away with it. Don't worry I'll be good, I'm always semi-good. ALWAYS.)