Oh That’s Right.
It’s over HERE!
I am with the wonderful ladies of Where’s My Damn Answer today.
Come Join Me!
(Oh, and I am NOT talking in the Third Person today!)
Oh That’s Right.
It’s over HERE!
I am with the wonderful ladies of Where’s My Damn Answer today.
Come Join Me!
(Oh, and I am NOT talking in the Third Person today!)
Meleah does not have much too much to offer for this weeks blog post since writing her book has taken over her life. Meleah is thrilled she is getting so much done, but she is even more delighted that she has reconnected with The Best Writing Buddy a girl could ever have.
Sunday evening, Meleah sat down at her computer to commence her ritualistic Vampire Hours in order to work on her book. She typed, and typed, and typed, and typed away stopping only to: brew coffee, abuse Facebook, smoke cigarettes, and to sleep for three-hour intervals, until Wednesday.
By Thursday, Meleah had reached a state of total delirium.
Completely disorientated, suffering from utter confusion, and simply exhausted from looking at the same words on the same pages for the billionth time, Meleah pre-maturely posted what she thought was Chapter Seven.
Meleah received fabulous comments, heartfelt emails, and excellent input from her most wonderful and supportive friends. She cannot thank them enough for reading all twenty pages like that in one sitting. Meleah thinks she has the best friends On The Planet.
However, Meleah thought that putting all of those scenes into One Single Chapter was just way too much. Thus, Chapter Seven didn’t feel right to her.
After wrestling with many decisions about the way her book was shaping up, Meleah ripped down Chapter Seven from the Internet, and methodically dissected every piece, every sentence, and every word, while she took the chapter apart.
She ultimately decided to split Chapter Seven it into two separate chapters. Of course, she still wasn’t happy with that.
Yet, once again, and against her instincts, Meleah pre-maturely posted what she thought was a better version of Chapter Seven and Chapter Eight.
Meleah decided to stop obsessing about the book – just for a second. Meleah thought it was a good idea to finally get out of her pajamas, take a shower for the first time in a week, get dressed in real clothes, and leave her house. Meleah really needed to take in some fresh air and to clear her head. When Meleah returned home, she did not write. Instead, she allowed her self to indulge in some quality time in front of the television.
By Friday afternoon and after a decent night of sleep, Meleah had almost figured out what to do with her book. But it wasn’t until after receiving some fantastic advice from her all time favorite ‘proof reader / test audience’ also known as Amy The Bartender at KHCC, that Meleah became practically certain about what to do – with all of those words, on all of those pages.
Friday and Saturday, Meleah retreated back into the confines of her purple sanctuary, sat down at her computer to commence her ritualistic Vampire Hours in order to finish the latest chapters. She typed, and typed, and typed, and typed, and typed away, TOTALLY and COMPLETELY re-constructing and re-writing the most * painful * scene in the book. Twice.
Meleah stopped only to brew coffee, abuse Facebook, smoke cigarettes, and to sleep for three-hour intervals, until Sunday. [Today.]
Meleah proceeded to spend countless hours debating on weather or not to split Chapter Eight into two separate chapters as well. She still isn’t one hundred percent sure all of that information should be in The Same Chapter. But, Meleah really can’t look at it anymore. Meleah just needs to move on to Chapter Nine, or else, she could end up obsessing about this decision for months.
Therefore, Meleah is proud to announce, the REAL versions, albeit still the rough drafts, of Chapter Seven and Chapter Eight, are now posted. [And she is NOT going to alter them again for a while.] If you would like to read them, please feel free to send a request for the password (via comment or email) and Meleah will gladly send it to you. She is really looking forward to hearing what you think!
In Other News…
Meleah received THIS kick ass award from her super cool blog pal Drowsey Monkey.

“The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken – excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all.”
Meleah does not want to piss off any zombie chickens, so she would like to pass this award onto the following bloggers:
The Girl
Cute Ella
Skipper
Random Chick
Selma
Somehow, in the midst of all this Meleah also decided to host a contest over on her other blog.
If anyone here likes the comedian Ron White and is was interested in Winning A Free DVD of his latest special entitled ‘Behavioral Problems’ totally uncensored, unedited, and complete with 40 minutes of bonus material, come join me over HERE and play the super easy trivia game! The contest ends tomorrow. Is now over!
The winners are Eric also known as Speedy and Heather from One Shot Beyond
And that’s about all Meleah has to share with you! Hope everyone has a wonderful week.
And now, Meleah’s week in review. Brought to you, ‘Facebook Status Update’ Style!
Last Monday, Meleah woke up after only three hours of sleep the night before. She had a crucial doctors appointment that she could not miss. Meleah doesn’t like being surrounded by sick people, but she at least she doesn’t show up at her doctor’s office looking like this…

[Yep. That’s my daddy.]
Later that day Meleah attempted to take a nap. However, her efforts to catch some shut-eye were thwarted by a clever twelve-year-old boy, who had made ‘important plans’. Plans, that included Meleah driving all over town with her son and his buddies. Sadly, Meleah never did get to take that nap.
Tuesday morning, Meleah woke up after only a few hours of sleep (yet again) thanks in part to a lovely case of insomnia, and thanks in part her miraculous discovery. Meleah found out that she could watch every single episode of ‘Arrested Development’ online, and, for free. Meleah didn’t even realize how much time had slipped away, until she heard the birds chirping outside of her window and noticed the sunlight streaming in.
Meleah had just enough time to *blink* her eyes, before it was time to get out of bed.
Meleah climbed into her car, with the crust still in her eyes, and ventured out into the real world. Meleah was in dire need of a visit to the hair salon. The ratio of gray hairs on her head verses non-gray hairs on her head had shifted, in the wrong direction.
Fortunately, one of her friends is an expert colorist and was able to remedy the situation immediately.

On her way home from the salon, and severely sleep deprived, Meleah decided to go shopping. After browsing several different stores Meleah could not understand why she was having such a hard time finding a decent pair of sweat pants? Meleah actually contemplated going to the Mall to scan ‘Victoria Secret’ or ‘Abercrombie and Fitch’ for said decent pair of sweat pants. However, the rainy weather sent Meleah home.
Meleah planned on sitting down to read and comment on all her favorite blogs Tuesday afternoon, but unfortunately, that did not happen. Instead, Meleah ended up taking a FOUR HOUR nap. The very nap she tried to take – on Monday.
Later that evening, Meleah enjoyed some quality time with her son. She was also reminded the best way to win at checkers is to ‘NEVER MOVE YOUR BACK ROW’ while watching the movie Black Sheep.
Wednesday morning, Meleah awoke refreshed.
Finally.
It’s a good thing she caught up on some sleep, because Meleah had a big day ahead of her. She helped her good friend Patty, MOVE, into her very own, totally-super-awesome, brand new, apartment.
Meleah wasn’t all that excited about lifting boxes or carrying heavy objects. Meleah prefers to avoid physical activity, at all costs. In fact, she has been working very hard to obtain a nice case of atrophy.
To make things even more interesting, it just wasn’t enough for it to be pouring rain on Moving Day.
Nope.
It also had to be hailing.
Ice.
*Awesome*
But, Meleah would do anything to help out her friend Patty. To summarize moving day all she can say is, “Boxes, And Bags, And Shoes – OH MY!”

Yeah. Um, I know most women love clothes, but this is just ridiculous.

At least we didn’t have to wait all day for her new furniture and the cable guy.

Seriously. Who needs this many pairs of shoes?

By the end of the moving day? Meleah could NOT wait to get out of her soggy, sweaty, and very muddy ‘Moving Clothes’ and back into her cozy, comfy, and very toasty Pajamas. Where she belongs.
After a hard day of manual labor, Meleah developed a hardy appetite. She was utterly elated, and in a state of total disbelief, that it took her 34 years to find ‘The Greatest Salad Dressing Of All Time.’ Which, Meleah proceeded to slather all over everything she ate that night.

Moving day for Patty was also the very same day, Meleah’s mother had to go under the knife.
Meleah’s mother had some form of wrist surgery that is very similar to carpal tunnel syndrome. Except that it’s completely different. Meleah has no idea how to pronounce, let alone spell, her mother’s actual condition. Meleah was extremely thankful her mother’s surgery was a success and complication free.
At the end of another Very Long Day, Meleah was curled up in bed when she accidentally stumbled upon this little gem of a TV show. She is already hooked, and she is looking forward to watching all new episodes.
Thursday, Meleah woke up to a sun shiny day and wondered why Patty couldn’t have moved on this day when there was NOT a hailstorm pelting them with ice bullets.
For the rest of Thursday, Meleah embarked upon the joys of taking care of her mother. [Meleah is so NOT being sarcastic. Meleah knows just how much her mother does for her. Therefore, Meleah was ecstatic over the prospect of being able to do something nice in return.]
Since her mother was kind of crippled, and since her mother had to keep her right hand completely immobilized, Meleah volunteered to help her mother clean out and organize her closet.
As Meleah busied herself separating things into piles, she found some items in her mother’s closet that she wasn’t sure where they belonged. A confused Meleah did the only thing logical at the time.
Any item that did not have a ‘home’ went, on her person, until said home was located.

After tackling that mess, Meleah proceeded to prepare and cook dinner.
Meleah decided to put her new found cooking skillz to the ultimate test, when she chose to make ‘Sesame Encrusted Tuna Steaks‘ over Roasted Garlic Risotto for her family. Ya’ll remember what happened the last time Meleah tried to make risotto?
Fortunately, Meleah learns from her mistakes and this time, her meal was a total and utter triumph, with little to no difficulty!

***** Oh, just in case anyone has not seen this yet, Meleah worked really hard, into the wee hours of the night, to make THIS FAMILY MOVIE, for your viewing enjoyment.*****
Friday, Meleah slept in until 11am, which was a refreshing change. Then she decided since it was such a beautiful day, to take her mother shopping.
[Meleah is wondering WHY all of a sudden she wants to go shopping, or take other people shopping with her? Because normally Meleah hates to go shopping.]
Alas, Meleah was determined to score at least one present to call her own.
Meleah hit the jackpot when she finally found Pajamas that ARE socially acceptable to wear in public.

Meleah found these kick ass pajamas at her local ‘Target’ in the sleepwear section. Meleah honestly did not think these pajamas could possibly be sleepwear because of the hoody/string action. But it says so, right on the label. The label states very clearly these are in fact sleepwear.
However, Meleah says otherwise.
Meleah thinks these make for an excellent spring sweat suit.
Yes?
To test her theory, Meleah wore these ‘pajamas’ into the country club she is so fond of known as KHCC. Upon arrival, Meleah was regaled with compliments galore on how cute her new ‘sweat suit’ was.
Yes!
Meleah also scored a new pair of reading glasses from ‘Marshalls’ her local department store, providing name brands for less.

Later that afternoon, while perusing the isles of the local ‘Home Goods,’ Meleah saw her mother’s face Light Up like a Christmas Tree, when her mom spotted a large hand painted ceramic frog. Meleah’s mother has been collecting frogs forever, maybe longer. But, since the house they live in is already so cluttered, they quickly realized they had nowhere, and no room, to keep this beautifully fantastic over-sized frog.
As Meleah and her mother were about to walk away, Meleah’s mother turned the frog around. Low and behold, this spectacular frog is also a planter! (Meleah’s mother could be more aptly named Mrs. Green-thumb. She absolutely loves to plant and garden.) But then, the tide tuned yet again.
Meleah’s mother took one look at the price tag, and sighed. Totally defeated, Meleah’s mother gave up on finding a way to own that frog.
And that’s when Meleah just had to buy it for her.
We’re calling it the post-surgery “Get Well” and early “Mother’s Day” present – frog.

Friday evening Meleah dropped off her son, JCH, off at the mall, to hang out with his friends, without parental supervision. Meleah cannot believe her son is already at that age.
Meleah felt a little like her heart had been ripped out as she was forced to ‘let go of her son’ to do his own thing – yet again. Meleah reminisced back to the first day she had to leave her son at day care. And back to the first day Meleah had to put her son on the bus for school. Then, Meleah wondered where all the time went. Meleah became slightly weepy. But, Meleah refused to allow herself to think about what it was going to be like when the time comes for her son to learn how to drive a car and go out on dates with girls. [Shudder]
While her son was at the mall, Meleah paced around her house nervously, watching the clock, and refraining from incessantly text messaging her son. Meleah’s imagination kicked into over drive as she pictured her son getting into some kind of trouble at the mall, because when she was at that age, she always got into trouble for one too many youthful indiscretions.
Thankfully, Meleah received a reassuring text message from her ever-so-responsible son, just as she was considering the possibility that he may have been kidnapped.

Saturday came and went almost without incident.
Meleah took full advantage of having the house to herself by diligently laundering clothes, cleaning her room, ordering Chinese food, writing this blog post, and abusing Facebook. When she was finished with all of her chores, instead of working on her book, she opted to blow off steam by visiting some of her friends up at her local Country Club.
Meleah truly enjoys Amy The Bartenders company. After two years of spending countless evening together at KHCC and taking the time to get to know each other, they have cultivated quite a friendship.
Anyway, at one point in the evening, Meleah and Amy both had to use the bathroom. Upon entering the restroom facilities they were taken back by the noticeable stink in the air. However, bladder pressure took precedence over the foul odor. Amy raced into the first vacant stall. The very stall the stench was emanating from. Meleah had to wait until Amy was finished because the rest if the bathroom was occupied. While Meleah was waiting, she decided to clear her nasal passages which have been clogged for days due to seasonal allergies. Meleah thinks she should have waited to blow her nose until after leaving the bathroom because the smell was much more pungent, with her now clean sinuses. As Amy exited the stall she tried to forewarn Meleah to hold her breath before going in. Meleah was about to ‘take care of business’ while Amy, gagging over at the sink, apologized, then declared she needed to get out of there. Meleah gasped and replied with, “Don’t Worry About Me. Just Save Your Self.”
[Meleah & Amy think it’s time for KHCC to spring for some kind of Air Freshener in the ladies room. Otherwise Meleah will be forced to bring in her own Fabreeze. Again.]
Today, Sunday, Meleah is finally making the time to dedicate purely to visiting her favorite blogs. Blogs that she has missed way too much. In fact, she is probably leaving you a comment right now…
What’s a girl to do when she has been famed the Family Paparazzi and the Family Historian and because of her totally super awesome titles she now has 675 photos (and 15 videos) from Passover/Easter that she wants to share with her family and friends. But she doesn’t want it to be boring?
The Solution?
SHE MAKES A MOVIE!
[And now for a very long blog post – loaded heavily with photos and videos.]
Between the holidays (Passover and Easter) I was able to spend some ‘Quality Family Time’ with a few of the people I cherish the most. But, first…I have an amazing and absolutely wonderful Family Announcement.
I would like to congratulate my brother Lee and his wife Maya. They have welcomed their third child. A healthy, happy, bouncing baby girl named Sullivan Jane. Sully arrived into this world on, April 8, 2009 at 7:11pm, weighing in at Seven Pounds, Five Ounces and she is 19 ½ inches long.


[Can you believe how much hair baby Sullivan Jane has on her tiny little head? She is so adorable. I cannot wait to meet her on Tuesday?]
Over the past week, my mother and I spent most of our time together preparing for the holiday festivities. Preparing for the holidays can be just as fun as it is utterly exhausting. My mother and I took care of all of the shopping. And by shopping, I mean we had to go to at least five different stores over the course of two days in order to gather all of the things we needed.

When it comes to grocery shopping, I will never understand why other people can’t grasp the concept of personal space. Seriously. I have a hard enough time making physical contact with my loved ones. Therefore, I really cannot stand when a complete stranger leans over me, or gets all up in my grill. I almost ended up going fisticuffs with a man who just couldn’t wait all of fifteen seconds for me to step away from the lettuce. I don’t plan on going back to the grocery store any time in the near future, unless I am armed with pepper spray.
My mother and I also spent three days cooking the brisket, making Matzo ball soup, and cleaning / decorating the house.
Speaking of decorating the house, my mother is practically famous for all of her beautiful accessories. [Martha Stewart has nothing on my mother.] But, since my mother has so many different decorations specific to each holiday, she has to keep them in separate boxes and carefully labeled. She keeps all kinds of boxes, stored in all kinds of places.
However, the day before our Passover celebration, we could not find the specific holiday box we needed. If we didn’t find that box, we couldn’t set the table properly. [OH THE HORROR.]
My mother and I went to the storage unit, because that is where the Passover box is supposed to be. Of course once we were there, we could not find the box – ANYWHERE.
My mother and I spent two hours rummaging our garage in search of the elusive Passover Box. I climbed up and down shaky ladders moving plastic containers and heavy ski equipment, looking desperately for that box. I knew if my mother didn’t find that particular box? Holy shit, WE WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!! Alas, the Passover box was nowhere to be found.
Then, my mother and I spent at least an hour overheating and sweating until we were completely dehydrated in the hotter-then-hell attic. Sadly, that mission was to no avail, because the Passover box wasn’t there either.
We decided to take one more trip, back to the storage unit, to look for the Passover box again. I drove in silence – secretly praying to the universe to make the Passover Box magically appear. Thankfully, my mother found the box stuffed underneath some blankets. And a tragedy was averted.
Once we were back home, we set the table in grand fashion as if ‘The President Of The United States’ were on his way to our house. But, I have to admit…I really do love it when we use the ‘Good China.’ It just doesn’t feel like the holidays without fancy dishes. [Even if that means I will be chained to the sink (for hours) washing them after the party is over.]

My family celebrated Passover on Friday because that is when my brother Adam and his wife Traci had off from work. And because that’s when Aunt Bea and Uncle Sol would be able to drive, when it was still light outside. There is something rather unsettling about a 92 year old man driving at all, but driving in the dark? How about, No.
Anyone who knows me also knows that I normally attend my family functions wearing my pajamas. And, anyone who knows me also knows that that I consider wearing sweatpants to any given family function as getting ‘dressed-up.’ But this year, for some reason, I was inspired to actually ‘dress-up’. And by dress up, I mean I really dressed up. I even wore a skirt, complete with fishnet pantyhose and high-heeled boots.

With everything in place and everything ready to go, my son JCH and I waited in the garage for the guest to arrive.

Our guests arrived shortly thereafter and looked spectacular.
The first people to show up at our house were my cousin Seth and his wife Ava. They are such a fantastic couple. They really compliment each other. I have recently noticed that my cousin Seth and his wife Ava, both sort of look like celebrities. Tell me if you agree…

The next family members to arrive were Aunt Bea and Uncle Sol. They are also lovingly known as, ‘The Howells’ from the television show Gilligan’s Island. Aunt Bea has always been an impeccable dresser. No one has ever seen her wear the same outfit twice. At 80+ years old, she still looks absolutely fabulous. However, I was quite disappointed in this year’s ensemble. I’m not exactly sure what look she was going for, but I don’t think ‘Flight Attendant’ for St. Johns clothing line crossed her mind the same way it crossed mine.


Lastly, my brother Adam and his wife Traci along with their son MDW arrived just as we were getting ready to start the Passover service. I seriously cannot get over how adorable my nephew is. My nephew also reminded me just how innocent children really are. I was CRACKING up because MDW loves ‘Oscar The Grouch’ so much he has to check the garbage cans looking for him. I laughed even harder when my sister-in-law Traci told me her and my brother Adam can no longer take MDW for walks when it is Garbage Day in their complex. It took them three and a half hours to get around the block, because they have to look for “Osca in the Ca-Ca-Can” in Every.Single.Trash.Can.

Speaking of MDW, I think one of the funniest things that happened, was when Poppa Sye decided to Baby-Proof the coffee table. While it really was a great idea, and while we all appreciated his total concern, THIS, was just too funny.
My mother (looking super hot) and my father (looking dapper) were as usual – the best hosts ever. Aside from working their butts off in the kitchen, they did a wonderful job providing an educational and comical Passover Sedar.
Seriously, out of all the video clips I’ve taken over the last few days, THIS ONE has got to be MY FAVORITE ONE.
(You must to pay extra attention to my father’s expressions. I crack up every time my mother looks over at him, and he tries to act like he isn’t doing anything wrong. Meanwhile, my son JCH and I are laughing at my father – at the Passover table. You can see my mother trying to maintain a modicum of dignity as she begins mouthing “Stop It” to me – as if I were the one acting inappropriately.)
Obviously, we had a GREAT time.
By the end of the evening I was so tired from cooking, and cleaning, and serving, and LAUGHING, my hair decided to take on a new look.

Oh, and yeah, one last thing. This photo was captioned by my 12 year-old son.

*The Complete Set Of Passover Photos – can be found *HERE *
As for Easter, we traveled out to my Grandmother Evelyn’s house.
It was a pretty LOW KEY day. Nothing too much to report.
BUT…
The Complete Set Of Easter Photos – can be found *HERE*
Oh, and OF COURSE – I made a MOVIE.
I need to know if I am THE ONLY ONE who thinks that Robert O’Ryan (stalker of Dancing with the Stars contestant Shawn Johnson) looks almost exactly like Mark Wahlberg circa the movie ‘Rock Star’.
*That is if Mark Wahlberg was a homeless person, and a psychopath.*
Robert O’Ryan:

Mark Wahlberg:

Unfortunately, I don’t have funny or third person Status Updates for ya’ll today, as I have been consumed with working on my book. Seriously, this project is taking over my life.
I finally completed Chapter Six last Friday, which you can feel free to read HERE. Since people were having issues getting past the security, I have unlocked the chapter for now. However, I will be password protecting it within the next few days. I sincerely hope that you enjoy the latest chapter and I truly look forward to hearing what you think!
When I took out my original draft of Chapter Six (written way back in 2003 – talk about procrastination) I had incorporated the use of my real / actual journal entries. But, I wasn’t sure if I should use them or not. After some feedback from a few people, the votes came in and the answer is – I should use them – as often as possible, maybe even begin each chapter with a real / actual journal entry. But, I wasn’t sure I would have enough material to come up with real / actual journal entries for every single chapter.
I spent three nights cleaning out my closet, digging through boxes and piles of old papers, and reading my old journals. As it turns out, I think I have more than enough material in those pages to work with.
I thought I would have to go ALL THE WAY BACK to Chapter ONE and insert some journal excerpts. I was thanking my lucky stars I am only on Chapter SIX and not Chapter SIXTY before making the decision to use these.
However, when I tried to splice in my original and true journal entry into Chapter One, it just didn’t feel right. It just didn’t work. The journal entry did NOT belong whatsoever.
Therefore, I am not going to use Journal Entries in every single chapter. Each chapter does not warrant the use of them. And I also don’t want to give too much away when I am trying to build a reader’s anticipation.
The beginning of the book grabs the reader enough. I think bringing in the journal entries later on in the book only draws the reader in even deeper, which is exactly what I am going for over here.
I like the journal entries beginning in Chapter Six. I just think I need a better segue to introduce the usage of them at that point. (Segues are not exactly my strong suit.) The three journal entries that I did use in Chapter Six, are quite the prelude for what lies ahead in the next few chapters.
I realize that I will eventually need implement some kind of uniform / pattern when using these journal entries but I am positive allowing the book to take on a life of its own and simply trusting the writing process, the way to transition in the journal entries will present itself.
In the meantime, I am moving along to work on Chapter Seven.
I am on a roll!
Since last week’s ‘Status Updates’ went over so well, I decided to run with the same theme for this week. I bring to you ‘Meleah’s Week In Review’ in a ‘Facebook Status Update’ format.
[Even though 50% of these were not published as my Status Updates on Facebook.]
In good news, Meleah and Amy The Bartender finally got that annoying jingle out of our heads. But not before Poor Amy suffered some definite consequences. Amy The Bartender gave into the commercial that had been taunting her for over a week. She ate not one, but two, Fillet Of Fish sandwiches. After posting hilarious photographic evidence on Facebook purely for Meleah’s enjoyment, Amy was left violently ill for several hours. Amy thinks she might look into filing a lawsuit against McDonalds. Meleah will gladly be a witness if need be. In an effort stop hearing that annoying jingle, Meleah and Amy The Bartender have been listening to the ‘Free Credit Report Dot Com’ commercial jingles and liking them.

Meleah is still trying to get a divorce from her goiter named Steve but he is refusing to ‘Sign The Papers’. Therefore, Meleah is plotting drastic measures, which may or may not include hiring a ‘hit-man’ to ensure Steve ‘disappears’… forever.
Meleah finally bought a new cell phone after Meleah’s old cell phone tragically shattered into a million pieces. But she is not happy with her new phone. At. All. Meleah had her heart set on buying the ever so coveted iPhone. But, for circumstances far beyond her control, she was unable to make that happen. Meleah is very disappointed that she could not purchase the iPhone in light of the cost of her prescriptions. And since she is technically unemployed, she could not justify buying the phone of her dreams. However, Meleah is proud of herself for making an adult like and responsible decision.
After Meleah made peace with her new cell phone purchase, she sat down to put her old SIM card into her new phone. Alas, none of the numbers were saved. Apparently something went terribly awry when Meleah put her SIM card into Amy The Bartenders phone. Meleah’s SIM card was no longer valid when she tried to import her contacts. Meleah was forced to launch a massive email assault to everyone she has ever known requesting updated information. Meleah felt like a Spam-Bot that day. Meleah eventually suffered from a case of dyslexia after entering each new number individually by hand. Sadly, Meleah still has not recovered. Meleah fears she may invert numbers for the rest of her life, or longer.
In an effort to score some health benefits Meleah so desperately needs, she was required to produce a Social Security card. Which, of course, she had misplaced forever ago. Meleah had no other choice but to obtain a new Social Security card. Meleah was face to face with one of her biggest fears and her biggest shortcomings.
‘Traveling To An Unfamiliar Area.’
If you don’t already know this, Meleah is not good with directions, or listening to other people, or answering to authority figures, or following rules, or coloring inside the lines.
But now Meleah has digressed.
Meleah ended up lost for hours on her way to the Social Security office. Meleah proceeded to break out into *cold sweats* when she realized she must have gone too far. Meleah spent the rest of the day sporting noticeable ‘pit-stains’ for all the world to see.

When Meleah arrived at the Social Security office, she was greeted with a room full of other people, also waiting for Social Security cards. Meleah can only compare her visit to the Social Security Office to the same experience one would have at their local Division Of Motor Vehicles. Fortunately Meleah brought a book with her that she’s been dying to read – for months.

[*Notice how Meleah strategically placed the book to cover up Steve?*]
Seriously though, Kimberly McKay of the blog Worn Out Woman is an amazing person and phenomenal writer. Meleah thinks you all need to click here to purchase her book Finding Kylie and enjoy the same wonderful reading experience as she did.
On Thursday of last week, Meleah spent time at the ever so famous KHCC. However, due to the inclement weather, the stench of mildew stifled the bar area causing the customers to question if the smell was coming from their own feet. The scent can only be compared to bad-ass, gone worse. Meleah decided to take matters into her own hands (and feet) when she attempted to remove the offensive odor emanating the room. In order to eliminate the pungent aroma wafting in the air, Meleah traveled to CVS to purchase the necessary equipment required to try and decrease the intensity of the stink. Meleah came back to KHCC wielding Fabreeze and Scented Candles. Thankfully, the Fabreeze and Scented Candles were put to good use and the stench dissipated.
Meleah’s weekend peaked with excitement after she drank several pots coffee and shared a Rocks Glass full of sugary goodness also known as the candy DOTS with her friend Amy The Bartender.

Later that same weekend, Meleah and Amy The Bartender were too busy breathing a ‘Sigh Of Relief’ (At The Same Time) they missed the gloriously funny opportunity to witness ‘A Super Drunk Touchy Feely (But Not In A Creepy Way) Guy’ sneeze so hard, he fell backwards into the bushes. Thankfully, The Manager Matt was wiling to re-enact the scene for Meleah and Amy.
‘The Super Drunk Touchy Feely Guy (And Avid Ranger Fan)’ made outrageous claims throughout the evening when questioned by Meleah about the nature of his employment. Meleah found his response, “I train Attack Dogs for The Military, specifically for The Marines” to be total comedy. ‘The Super Drunk Touchy Feely Guy’ is really just an auditor.
Meleah seriously woke herself up, Laughing Out Loud. Unfortunately, she has No Idea what she was dreaming about, but she suspects it had something to do with KHCC and the idea that a sneeze could be so powerful it knocked over a six foot three inch, two hundred and thirty pound man, also known as ‘The Super Drunk Touchy Feely Guy’.
Meleah thinks KHCC is really good for blog material. And belly laughs.
And lastly…
Meleah has been diligently working on Chapter Six in her book, which is beginning to shape up nicely. However, Meleah found it slightly difficult to write dialog for the male characters. Meleah has not decided weather or not she will post Chapter Six on the internet. Meleah fears someone may steal it. If Meleah posts any future chapters, she may simply password protect them. But, Meleah is still on the fence about it.
I haven’t the slightest idea how to wrap all my thoughts into an actual blog post that will tie together coherently. So. I will be doing this post similar to the format of my beloved ‘Facebook Status Updates.’ Except…with longer explanations.
Meleah and ‘Amy The Bartender’ cannot get the new McDonald’s commercial “Give Me Back That Filet O’ Fish” commercial out of our heads – for the past however many days. [Seriously people how ‘catchy’ is that tune?] Meleah contemplated eating that very sandwich until her friend Michael pointed out that sandwich would probably make Meleah violently ill since there is no fish ‘species’ named fillet. [If have not seen that commercial, feel free to click here at your own risk.]
Meleah went to two wakes and a funeral in one week, and she thinks that’s two wakes and one funeral too many.
Meleah discovered during times of tragedy she had no idea what to say or do and therefore she will inevitably say or do the wrong thing. Meleah suffers from ‘Foot In Mouth Syndrome’ and she needs to learn how to shut her face. Meleah also really wishes there were a book called ‘Funerals For Dummies’ because that would have been really handy last week.
Meleah is really happy that last week is OVER.
Meleah had an unexpected ‘re-union’ with a bunch of childhood friends and she was pleasantly surprised when seeing people she had not seen in twenty years. Even though Meleah did not like the circumstances surrounding this unexpected reunion, she hopes to see many of her old school friends again, and in the near future, and under different circumstances.
Meleah’s left foot had been bothering her off and on for over a month and her primary care physician said it looked like there was bleeding under the skin. When she asked him if this was cause for concern he gave her some cream and told her to call a podiatrist. Um?
Meleah woke up one day with a pimple on her chin, and by pimple she means cyst, and by cyst, she means goiter. Since the goiter is still residing on her face she decided to stop fighting it and just name it already. Meleah and Steve have been living happily together ever since.
Meleah is waiting patiently for the layer (or layers) of skin that were treated with a high frequency laser by her dermatologist and subject to the tanning salon on ‘The Same Day’ to peel off. She is hopeful that treatment will reveal younger healthier new skin. Minus Steve.
Meleah has been spending an excessive amount of time at her local Country Club and laughing a lot. She has become quite close with some of the golf members. And Meleah has a developed an extensive repertoire of inside jokes with Amy The Bartender. For instance, when Meleah showed up at KHCC around noon on Saturday, Meleah was instantly confused as ‘Paddington Bear’. (Meleah’s attire was in part to blame. Her wardrobe consisted of matching Burberry scarf and earmuffs along with her now famous Star-Wars-Esque snow boots, and bright yellow sweat pants.) Meleah was identified as ‘Paddington Bear’ by Lou ‘The Golf Pro’ who was just as disorientated by Meleah’s arrival prior to 3 PM. Amy witnessed Lou’s classic expression as he leered curiously over Meleah’s shoulder unsure if it was in fact Meleah or the cartoon character he as so fondly grew up with.

There are a few guys in Meleah’s life that she may be interested in romantically. They are as follows:
There is ‘The Teacher’ also know as ‘The Blind Date Guy.’ Although after the only date they ever went on, she has not seen him in person as he works many hours after school as a coach. She has only been able to communicate with him via text, email, and FB-IM’s. Blind Date Teacher Man did invite her out to a movie and dinner on several occasions, but for the aforementioned personal reasons Meleah was unable to attend.
There is ‘The Guy Who Owns A Few Rita’s Italian Ice’s’ who is divorced and conveniently resides inside my complex. Meleah has spent time with The Rita Ice guy at the local Country Club a few times and has been invited to join him for ‘Dinner and a Movie’ one evening during the upcoming week. Meleah has not decided weather or not she will attend this date. Meleah thinks it’s more important to redirect her focus back to writing and finishing her book. Yes?
Then there is ‘The Goodfellas Guy’ whom she can’t and won’t really talk about. But Meleah thinks the way he talks is very humorous because he sounds like he walked right off the set of the movie ‘A Bronx Tale’ and Meleah has never heard anyone talk that way in Real Life.
[All of these ‘new men’ are making Meleah wonder why all of a sudden she is attracting ITALIAN guys when all her life she has been a beacon for IRISH doods. She thinks this is a refreshing change.]
And finally, there is ‘The Guy Who Looks Like A ‘Hot Cop’ (even though Meleah is pretty sure he is not involved in law enforcement) And That Same Guy Thinks Meleah Is So Funny She Should Have Her Own Reality TV Show’. Fake Hot Cop Guy plays golf on Sundays and laughs at almost everything Meleah says. But, Meleah does NOT know if he is even single or available.
In other news…
Meleah dropped her cell phone last week, which caused the flip top to come loose. In an attempt to salvage her phone she exercised delicacy when opening and/or closing the said broken cell phone. She considered using duct tape to temporarily fix the situation, but then she realized she wouldn’t be able to open or close her phone at all. Meleah also declined to duct tape her cell phone after she was made aware of the fact there was nothing ‘classy’ about it.
Meleah thought it was funny to show people just how her cell phone flip top was dangling by a thread. That was until the entire top cracked off rendering her phone completely useless. Meleah went into full-fledged panic attack mode when she was unable to retrieve any of the stored phone numbers on her cell phone.

Eventually Meleah was relieved to find out Amy The Bartender is also a T-Mobile Cell Phone subscriber. Amy allowed Meleah to put her SIM card into Amy’s cell phone to collect Meleah’s phone numbers. Meleah was successful and rescued all of her contacts. Unfortunately for Amy, she was an unwilling recipient that accidentally downloaded 700 of Meleah’s phone numbers into her phone. When Meleah’s SIM card was in AMYS phone, Amy cell phone began having seizures when her phone received in excess of thirty text and/or voice mails intended for Meleah. Amy’s expression was pure comedy and totally priceless when she ‘missed a call’ from a number titled ‘b-dawg’ obviously, not one of her friends.

In order to make amends Meleah spent half of Saturday cleaning out Amy’s cell phone and deleting unnecessary numbers.
Meleah is currently desperately in need of a new cell phone and she is taking bets on how long it will take her to ACTUALLY get a new one.
Meleah did not get any writing done on her book last week since she was consumed with pressing personal issues, but she is looking forward to forging ahead with Chapter Six this week.
And. That’s A Wrap.
I have been lucky enough to have TWO wonderful grandmothers in my lifetime.
One, you all know and love. The ‘infamous’ Evelyn. She is my fathers’ mother (as if the uncanny resemblance wasn’t obvious enough). Gramma Ev is the epitome of an Angry Italian grandmother complete with a sharp tongue. But I love her nonetheless. Hell, I even created an entire blog dedicated to sharing the ‘Voice Of Evelyn’ with the world, because Everyone Needs A Little Evelyn.
My other grandmother (also an Italian woman) was known as Manga. I called her Manga when I was about 2 years old, because I couldn’t say the word grandma. She in turn gave me a nickname: Mia. It’s funny because as I embarked upon the years known as teenage hell I was always MIA – Missing In Action.
I seldom write about this Grandmother (my mothers’ mother) because it is still a bit too painful to think about how we lost her to Alzheimer’s Disease. My memories surrounding her last few years alive and her death are better left in that drunken hazy fog.
To be perfectly honest, I haven’t given Manga that much thought since she passed away. (It makes me too sad.) Of course on her birthday, or on the wedding anniversary to Poppa Sye, her presence fills me.
Sometimes I like to think that she is watching over me.
When I was a little girl, I loved spending time with her. She looked like a fashion icon that walked straight off the cover of a magazine. Her nails were perfectly manicured, her hair was set once a week by professionals, her fancy alligator or snake skin bags matched her alligator or snake skin shoes, and her hounds tooth coat paled in comparison to the treasured mink fur.
Manga was beautiful. She never left the house without being properly lip-sticked and fake eye-lashed. To me, she looked like a 1930’s movie star. All. The. Time. She smoked long, thin, white, ‘Now 100’s’ brand of cigarettes, which she left burning in crystal ashtrays around the house, but she smelled of Arpege Perfume, never like nicotine.
Manga kept an IMMACULATE house. (She must be where I got my OCD cleaning-obsession gene.) She was also an incredible chef. Manga used to cook tomato sauce that made a person weak in the knees. (Too bad I didn’t get that gene.)
One of my favorite memories of being with Manga was having our special lunches together. My mother and I would drive to Scotch Plains to meet her at the Country Club for finger sandwiches and tall glasses of fresh brewed Ice Tea.
I don’t know why, but when I was around 5 or 6, I had a thing for half n’ half creamers. (Do you know the ones I am talking about? They come in individual tiny plastic containers on the side of coffee.) I LOVED to drink them. Straight Up. I drank them much like an adult would slam a shot of liquor. My mother, who was trying to raise me to act like a lady, especially in public, and even more especially in a Country Club, would not allow me to indulge in the sweet cream I coveted. But Manga was a wise woman. She patiently waited until my mother would excuse herself from the table to use the rest room and then quickly order up a salad plate full of creamers for me to devour.
And Manga ALWAYS let me win at every game we ever played. Weather it was cards, board games, or tic tack toe.
[No wonder why I am such a sore looser today.]
After my Grandparents moved to Florida, obviously, I saw a lot less of them. Sure, my brother Adam and I would fly down in the summers to spend a few weeks playing golf, swimming, and eating homemade Polpetta soup. But, it wasn’t until I was 17 when I moved in with my grandparents.
[That story is a post unto itself. This post is already too long and I am not even half way done. * Gasp! *]
What I will tell you about is the night I witnessed True Love. Manga & Poppa Sye are the reason I believe ‘True Love’ exists…outside of the movie theatres, off of the silver screen and in Real Life.
It must have been 2am, maybe even 3am, when the three of us were together in the living room. I was sitting on one end of the 8 foot long plaid velvet sofa and Poppa Sye was comfortable at the other end. Manga was situated behind her desk, reading a TV Guide and filling in the cross word puzzle. A ‘Time Life’ infomercial came on the television selling a musical collection consisting of several artists from the ‘Rat Pack.’
Poppa Sye slowly rose from his seat; he fixed his pants, smoothed his hair, and glided all the way across the room. He approached Manga from the side, got down on one knee, extended his hand and asked, “May I Have This Dance?” My grandmother took his hand and replied “Why You Rascal…Of Course You Can.”
And there they were, in the middle of the living room, in the middle of the night, with their arms wrapped around each other, and slow danced to a commercial.
If you could see the way they still looked at each other after over 63 years of marriage, you would know what True Love looks like too.
(I don’t know too many people that can stand to be in the same room, let alone slow dance, or even hold hands after 15 years of marriage…although My Parents are the exception to that…but I digress.)
A few nights ago, Poppa Sye was going through some of his personal belongings when he came across a tape recorder that had Manga’s voice on it. For posterity, Poppa Sye wanted to have that recording transferred onto a disk. Poppa Sye planned on paying someone what I thought was a large sum of money to complete the process. After I overheard that conversation I sprang into action.
Why should he PAY someone ELSE to do something that I can do FOR FREE on my Mac using Garage Band? I was also worried that the ‘other person’ might try to take advantage of my grandfather by over charging him…or even worse…damage the original recording.
I asked Poppa Sye to please, please, please, with a cherry on top, give me the chance to see if it was even possible for me to import the tape recording onto my computer. Mildly reluctant, he agreed.
Poppa Sye handed over the antique recorder. I keenly stared at the apparatus sizing up how to use this old fashioned device, while Poppa Sye’s eyes darted nervously about.
I was excited with so much anticipation to reconnect with the voice of my beloved Grandmother, but I had no idea when the recording had been taken. As it turns out, the recording was made towards the end of her life, when Poppa Sye went on his daily visits to take care of her in the nursing home.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I hit the back square play button.
It was the first time I had heard my grandmothers’ voice in a several years. The tears just streamed uncontrollably down my bright red cheeks. I quickly wiped them away onto the sleeve of my robe. I didn’t want Poppa Sye to see that I was crying. I knew that would make him cry. But it was too late. Poppa Sye pulled out his linen handkerchief and dabbed the corners of his eyes.
We sat together (avoiding any further eye contact) with our salty, wet, faces, listening intently to the sounds coming out of the machine. Most of what Manga was saying was incoherent jibberish. There was a lot of moaning as if she were in some kind of pain, followed by nonsensical babbling. I felt sick at heart to hear her like that. It was difficult to listen to what was once my definition of a true LADY reduced to making infant-like-noises due to her state of dementia.
Mid way through the tape, as if by magic, there were a few glimmering moments when my grandmother managed to string together words. Of course, her words didn’t make any sense when put together, but she did speak real actual words, instead of grunts.
* Side Bar: Do you remember the scene in the movie ‘The Notebook’ when the wife ‘came out of the Alzheimer’s fog’ and began speaking to her husband, then finally recognized her husband? They had a ‘moment’ just like they used to, before she fell ill. And that’s the point in the movie when you suddenly realized WHY the husband kept hanging on to the hope that One Day she would come out of the fog and stay out of the fog …for good? Yeah, well, that is what Poppa Sye was like with Manga. Only MORE intense. Poppa Sye never gave up HIS hope that one day Manga would be cured, or at least get better. But, unfortunately, that never happened. Not in the movie, and not for Manga or Poppa Sye.]
Okay, okay, I digress. (Again)
In addition to professing his undying love for her, you can hear Poppa Sye asking Manga questions. He was trying desperately to communicate with her, if only for a second. And sometimes Poppa Sye would get that second.
Poppa Sye: “Hello my love. Don’t you look beautiful! Did you like the woman who did your hair today?”
Manga (in a baby-talk-tone of voice): “Yeah…” *sigh * grunt * sigh “Because in the window.”
(Yes, my grandfather still paid for my grandmother to HAVE HER HAIR DONE even if that meant smuggling a stylist into the nursing home.)
The question and answer session went on for quite a while. Some times Poppa Sye would get answers, but mostly, Manga was either: silent, confused, or murmuring.
Suddenly, and without warning, a single glorious sound rang out into the air.
The sound rose above the scratching rickety machine and came out of the recorder crystal clear despite the fragile almost sheer conditions of the tape.
It was Manga’s laugh. And it filled my whole room.
Manga’s laugh sounded EXACTLY the way I remembered it sounding when I was a child.
I finally heard with my own ears what Poppa Sye always looked forward to, and WHY he HAD TO visit her ALL DAY and EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Now, I can fully appreciate why he spent his life savings trying to find the newest treatment, or vitamin, or voodoo cure he could get his hands on. He just wanted to be able to hear that laugh.
I am happy to report that I did manage to figure out HOW to get the recording of Manga into the Garage Band program on my Mac. I burned it onto a disk for Poppa Sye. And I have the original saved and stored forever.
I am currently swimming in the memories of My Manga.