Oh Christmas Weave, Oh Christmas Weave!

I'm not even going to apologize for not writing.  It would fall on deaf ears anyway.  Because nobody is following my blog anyway.  (See what I did there?)

ANYWAY.  Let's talk about Christmas.  I've had a hard time getting into the spirit this year.  Maybe it was the cruise to the Bahamas right after Thanksgiving?  Don't hate. 

I keep getting really into it by doing things like going to a Christmas tree farm in the mountains to find a live tree... a first for me and hubs... then coming home empty handed because I couldn't find the perfect tree.  That tells you a whole lot about me, doesn't it?

So then I put up my shitty fake tree that you can see through, but at least its pre-lit!  I started wrapping presents a week ago then gave up and left all of the wrapping paper, tape and scissors on the floor in the living room.  Because I'm lazy.

But then this morning... I started putting name tags on the presents and I heard Mele Kalikimaka on the radio this AM and presto.... back in the spirit!

Not to mention I found this gem:

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You're welcome.  Merry Christmas. 

 

I won't even get started on how Jesus' birthday wasn't even in December (BLASPHAMY!).  That's another post.

 

Until Next Time,

 

Mel

Friends Till..... You Unfriend Me on Facebook?

I recently found myself in an odd situation.  But it was deja vu really.  I have had a female friend from high school that I was off and on friends with through about my junior year of college.  She was doing some pretty horrible stuff like cheating on her fiancé with a married man, having a girlfriend on the side... stuff like that.  So I, having morals and all, decided that I wanted to have a simple conversation with her about her self destructive ways.  I just wanted to let her know that I saw what she was doing (in terms of cheating on her fiancé) and it wasn't right.

So I texted her and let her know I wanted to talk with her and grab some lunch.  At first she obliged, then backed out of our plans.

Then I never heard from her.

For years.

I was like WTF?!  Not only was I sad, I was pissed.  She owed me an explanation.  How do you just stop talking to someone that was your best friend? 

I know what she thought though.  She thought I was going to "shame on you" for being with a girl.  She was totally wrong.  I love the gays!  My best friend is a lesbian.  My uncle is gay.  Who cares?  I love them like I would love any other best friend or lesbian.  I could care less what somebody is into as long as it doesn't hurt another person.  I digress...

So she THOUGHT she knew what I was going to say and didn't give me a chance to actually talk to her and call her out on the REAL shit she was doing that was morally wrong.

Several years go by.

She hits me up on Facebook and I, like the doormat that I am, take her back.  Arms wide open.  Besties again. 

I planned her lingerie shower.  I directed her wedding.  I planned her baby shower.  I was there the day she gave birth.  I was there for her.  I listened to her and I didn't turn my back when others did.

And now she is gone.  We had drifted apart over the last several months.  Although I didn't agree with her views on a lot of things, it was really her delivery that was foul.  Her way or no way. 

Today, she unfriended me.

UNFRIENDED ME ON FACEBOOK.  THAT IS HOW SHE BROKE UP WITH ME.

Then, she blocked me after I sent her a private message asking why?  So I sent her a text.  No response to either. 

I'm not going to pretend that I'm 100% shocked that we are no longer friends, or even at the way she ended things.  Par for the course. 

But I can say this... I deserve a better friend than that.  I deserve to have someone listen to me and care about me.  I deserve to have someone plan showers and be there whenever I have a child.  I deserve to have a friend that meets me in the middle, not on their side all the time. 

And at least now I know the difference in a true friend and one like her.  And this Thanksgiving... I am SO thankful for my best friend who would never unfriend me on Facebook as a way to end our friendship.

Road Rage

Y'all.  I almost died this morning.  Seriously.

I was driving along, and merged into a turn lane.  This turn lane is a turn left only lane, even though it is in the center of the road.  It's not one of those, turn left OR turn right lanes.  So as I'm merging, this guy in a red pickup truck (this detail is not relevant at all, but I feel compelled to include it) starts to merge into the turn lane, crossing the center line.  Like 1/2 way in the lane.  So what do I do?

Jerk my car over to avoid dying while blowing the horn, of course, all while screaming obscenities.  Then I have to get back in the center turn lane.  So I sat there for a moment so I could try to comprehend what just happened, which I normally wouldn't do.  I look in my rear view and this guy makes a totally illegal U-turn in the middle of the road, comes back toward me from behind, passes me and TURNS IN FRONT OF ME across traffic.  I was fucking livid.

This asshole has a ham biscuit in his mouth as he goes by me.

I about lost my shit.

I followed him and contemplated harassing him but I knew if I got out of my car SOMEBODY would be going to jail and it may just be me. 

And that doesn't look good being a cop's wife.

Pure Joy

I pulled up my jeans today and found a surprise.  A happy surprise.  A $26.00 surprise in the form of a twenty, a five, and a one.  I felt like I had just won a million dollars.  Is there a better feeling than finding money, no matter the amount?  PURE JOY. 

Then I laughed because I could tell that this wasn't laundered money, ifyouknowwhatI'msaying.  Don't judge me.  I hate jeans fresh from the dryer.  They are always too tight.  Oh hell, who am I kidding... they are always too tight.  And NO, I'm not one of those "I'm so fat!" girls who is 5'8" and 115 lbs. soaking wet.  But that is another post.

The other form of pure joy I've experienced this AM was that I woke up with a good hair day.  Yes.  I woke up this way (minus the makeup, which in this photo, you can't even tell that I'm wearing).

 

 

 

 

Also, my nose is not that big.  Must be the camera angle.  This photo also makes me realize I need to wear lipstick or lip stain or SOMETHING other than just EOS.  But look at that hair!!  I mean, this is amazing for me.  My skills don't go further than being able to use a flat iron.  I can't even use a flat iron to make wavy/curly-ish hair.

 

Look at me, all taking selfies and putting it out there in blogland! (you can't sense the sarcasm, but trust me, it's there).



Catching up...

Just a few quick notes in the form of a bulleted list ('cause that's how I roll):

• Yesterday I bought something I've been coveting for a hot minute.  I bought this as a reminder to myself and I bought it from a fellow blogger!  Go see Chelsea's Blog  and check out the print I bought:

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• T-minus 3 weeks until Thanksgiving.  Oh glorious homemade gravy, how I would bathe in your giblets and boiled egg parts!  Not to mention the best part of the turkey.... THE SKIN!! mmmmmmm yesssssssss.  Sorry for the foodgasim.
• T-minus 3 weeks and 1 day until I go on my cruise!  Caribbean waters await me!  I am lucky enough to celebrate my 29th birthday in the middle of the ocean.  I'll begin my day with a hearty breakfast, a 60 minute massage, and mimosas.  I'll continue to drink and sing Bob Marley the rest of the day.  Fan-freaking-tastic if you ask me.  I'll save the story behind my birthday celebrations for another blog post.

 

 

A few upcoming posts to get excited about... I'm going to introduce you to my monsters, talk about holiday traditions and non-traditions, and give some restaurant reviews!

 

Till Next Time,

 

Mel

This Weekend Consisted Of....

This.

Lots of bathroom renovation officially underway...

Pay no attention to the fact that I'm still in PJs.

Till next time...

Mel

Here we go...

I think I mentioned before that I planned to blog about any home renovations that I end up doing.

I must have cursed myself.

I didn't have any major remodels planned for any time soon, but as it happens so often... life intervened.  I am replacing our French doors that are the main doors to enter our house, and although that is costing a pretty penny, it isn't what I consider a MAJOR renovation.  And, let's be real here... if I can get interest free financing for a year, I am happy.

Back to the MAJOR renovation.  It started with a smell... in the bathroom.  Near the toilet.  Now... I know what you are thinking.  You're thinking "Mel, we don't know you that well yet, nor do we want to", but stay with me.  We have a jetted tub in our master bathroom that takes up about 1/4 of the room.  Our bathroom could be an additional bedroom it is so large.  I'm not bragging... the rest of our house is mediocre and if I'm being truthful... it's a glorified double wide.  Really.  It's an "on frame" modular.  Don't even get me started on that.

Ok so the master has a jetted tub in the corner and I started to notice a funky smell.  Funkier than usual.  So I removed a few panels around the tub.  Low and behold, we have mold (Hey! That rhymed!).  It is along the wall under the tub.  No real signs of water damage from leaky pipes.  I pulled off the baseboards on that side of the wall and guess what?  MOLD.  There is only 1 small exhaust fan in this massive bathroom and I'm pretty sure that, in combination with the 20 minute long showers my wife husband takes creating massive amounts of moisture, is why we have a mold problem.

Then I sat down and had a beer.  Because that is the best way to formulate a plan, amiright?  We talked about doing a renovation down the road because our shower is weelittlebitty and we have this tub we don't use.  Fast forward to last night and renovation has begun, starting with the removal of the tub.  I'm pretty sure we are going to gut the bathroom, move plumbing, put up waterproof sheetrock, tile the floor, installed a commercial grade exhaust fan, frame in where the toilet is, etc. 

TOTAL renovation.  It will be nice when it's finished.  In 2 years.  And I'm preparing for this to cost a fortune, even though we plan to do it ourselves.  We are short on both time and money but will find a way to get through this.

Now I'm off to Pinterest to pin ALL THE THINGS.  And to the bank's website to investigate financing.

p.s. I have the before photos and will be posting soon!

Till next time,
Mel

YOLO MFR

Just a little note to get your week started off right...

I saw a license plate that said "YOLO MFR"

I read that as, "You only live once m-effer". Because "You only live once manufacturer" doesn't make sense.

So doing give aways is a popular thing on Blogger. I'll give anybody who can tell me the make and model of the vehicle this was on a giftcard for $10 to Starbucks or DD - your choice. Bonus points if you can name the color of the vehicle.

First person within 5 days to post the answer in the comments below gets a giftcard. Go.

Till next time,
Mel

Don't Say I Didn't Warn You.

I told y'all. It's gonna get real here. I haven't showered since Friday morning. I haven't brushed my hair all weekend. I have lived in sweatpants and long sleeved t-shirts. I haven't done the dishes.

And it's been AWESOME.

This is the first weekend I've had at home in about a month where I had NO plans. Other than cleaning, which hasn't happened yet. I'm really not a gross person, but sometimes you just need a damn break.
Sometimes you just need to get hooked on a new-old show. (Pretty Little Liars... why do you intrigue me so?). This is also the first weekend in a month that my husband has not been working on Sunday and we have both been home. Sometimes being a couch potato has its perks.

Also, I had Oreos for breakfast. Adult life for the win.

Be glad I didn't upload pictures of myself today.

Till next time,

Mel

These are a few of my favorite things...

at the moment, that is.  I'm a list maker, so see below.

• This stuff:

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Amazeballs.  Smells fantastic.  Makes my hair a manageable amount of frizzy.  Score.  Downside... ish is expensive.



 

• EOS lip balm... sure you look funny putting it on (Especially when you use it so much it develops a point and looks like a nipple.  That you put up to your mouth.) , but it works so well.  I love this over Burts Bee's any day.  Burts always made me feel like my lips were MORE chapped.  That chaps my ass.  (<--- sorry I couldn't resist).

 

• This place:  TOAST.  I hesitate to even put it on here because it's already so popular with Charleston locals (of which I'm not, quite).  But if you love crabcakes, fried green tomatoes, and being rolled down the street a la Willie Wonka style...

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Then this is the place for you... You are welcome.

 

• Luna bars.  They are yummy, don't taste like cardboard, don't look like a shitbrick with you eat them (I'm looking at you Lara Bar), and I usually get them for a buck a piece.

 

 

Mel

(I need to come up with a signature of some sort)



Introducing.... Where Ish Gets Real, Y'all.

So I've been around the blog world for quite a while now.  I wrote very personal, and if I'm being honest... attacking, things on it.  When I wised up I decided to delete the blog entirely.  BUT.  I've been following TONS of amazing people across the country.

It's strange, honestly.  This blog community where you learn who people are and what makes them tick, just by listening.  I think that is why a lot of bloggers begin to blog in the first place.  It is an outlet.  I plan for this to be my outlet. 

Ok, so, the title?  It's all me.  I cuss like a sailor when not at work and try to keep it PG when I am being "a professional" (whatever THAT means).  So I improvised.  Most people probably know that "ish" is a code word for shit.  If ya don't know, now ya know.  I am from eastern North Carolina, where y'all, ain't and pig pickin' are terms used quite frequently so I, of course, wanted to have some part of the title point to my southern, east coast, Carolina roots.  Speaking of Carolina.... know right off the bat that I am a diehard NC State fan and I don't own anything Carolina blue (and NEVER will).  More on this topic later.  I digress.  So back to the title...

I, like most other people in the world now, am on Facebook and have been since its inception.  That would be 2003.  When it was just for college students.  When I could post things about me getting wasted face, or talk ish about people passive-aggressively.  The pictures... Oh God the pictures.  I cleaned all of that up a while back.  It takes a LONG time to delete those things from your past, by the way.  Now for me, Facebook is a time killer.  It's not really where I connect with people anymore.  Occasionally I will see info that interests me, but mainly it is a waste of time.  People aren't real on Facebook anymore.  Everyone, myself included, is scared to be themselves and paint anything other than a perfect picture of how their life is.  So this blog is where ish gets real.  Where I AM going to speak my mind, tell my point of view.  And this is what I say to haters:

 And for the action shot... Friends Fist Bump Collage.

I am also going to be posting things like recipes, Pinterest projects that I actually complete, and house project photos.  Don't worry though, I'm not a fashionista so no posts on colored stockings.  I am currently wearing leggings and an oversized shirt thing.  I look kind of like this:

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Except I'm not a Victoria's Secret model BY ANY MEANS.  I was actually looking for a full length shot of Abby Lee Miller, but to no avail.

 

 

You'll be learning more about me and I hope to learn more about you.  If there are any of you out there!

 

Until next time...

 

Mel