Since I still cant find my MUSE (and I am under that insane deadline) please have yourself a nice laugh at these.
~I just loved this email~
Fake Childrens Books:
Since I still cant find my MUSE (and I am under that insane deadline) please have yourself a nice laugh at these.
~I just loved this email~
Fake Childrens Books:
I [CANT STAND] just really love how my office is the ultimate sink or swim environment.
And I [AM FLIPPING OUT WITH PANICK ATTACKS] really like it when I am given tasks that are far beyond my range of capabilities while expected to do a good job.
Hi. My name is Meleah, and I work in the MARKETING department. Sure, I am fan-fucking-tastic at placing your insurance coverage with the correct company, at an affordable price. In fact, I ‘ROCK THE HOUSE’ as far as Marketing is concerned. Just ask anyone on the block.
But, I am NOT in the ADVERTIZING department. (We don’t even have an advertising department.) Yeah. Um. I am thinking that just maybe? Maybe? This sort of thing should be done by yanno…PROFESSIONALS?
I have NO CLUE, nor experience, and absolutely no concept with respects to creating, designing, and WRITING an Ad to fit ½ a page in our local magazine.
What?
Yes.
Apparently, since I can make a cool looking FAKE ALBUM covers, or produce kick-ass invitations for my bosses’ daughters’ birthday parties, I have been deemed ‘qualified’ to write copy and design an REAL LIVE ADVERTIZEMENT for my office.
And it’s due by Friday.
Help Me Internet.
While ya’ll are out here surfing the net, writing new posts, having fun with each other, commenting, reading and blogging… I’ll be held captive to Comic Life, Luna Pic and whatever else I can pull OUT OF [MY ASS] THIN AIR in an attempt to meet my deadline.
Drowsey Monkey (blogger extraordinaire)
has bestowed upon me with this lovely award:
THANK YOU SWEETY!!
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10 More Bloggers? Only TEN? That’s impossible.
I could also blame each one of them for the amount of time I spend on the internet.
This photo and poem I read on Dawn’s site (Twisted Sister) says it all…
Speaking of Dawn, she has been kind enough to throw this gem of an award my way:
Awwww. Thanks!! xxoo
Now I really hope that my words come back to me soon.
I am not sick.
The following is an email from my mother.
In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria.
In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 litre of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) -bacteria found in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.
However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.
Remember: Water = Poop, Wine = Health
Therefore, it’s better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I’m doing it as a public service.
I have been tagged for TWO different memes. So, I am posting them together. Here we go!
1.
2. The last four words of the very last quote on this page is the title of your album.
4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the results.
2nd Meme: Love/Hate
And thats a wrap! Have a great weekend! 🙂
Ps… Did anyone else watch ‘Celebrity Apprentice‘ last night? Come talk about it with me over here!
Put aside the fact that there is no parking available ever, having to walk 15 million miles while carrying heavy bags, or being harassed into a greasy ‘manicure’ kiosk style, and you have the makings of why I HATE THE MALL. Add the ridiculous teenagers sporting outfits that could melt the cornea right out of your eyeballs and you have WHY I HATE TO GO SHOPPING IN THE MALL. Either I am conditioned to be this way, or I am completely lacking the girl gene that enjoys shopping…but I can’t with it. I mean I can’t!
Granted, it’s been a LONG TIME since I have gone clothes shopping for myself. Maybe I am just out of practice here, but, I seriously do not understand what is going on in the world of fashion.
Have you seen what is hanging on the racks?
The Skinny Jeans, even though I own a pair, I have major issues with them. Especially after my son told me that I look like I have a “horse ass” and “horse legs” in the Skinny Jean. I asked my son, “Exactly what does that mean?” JCH replied with, “Well, your legs look all skinny on the bottom, and GIANT on the top…yanno, like a HORSE.”
It looks like I will be returning those jeans ASAP.
Can anyone tell me why the rest of the ‘In-Style’ clothes are fitted to make you look pregnant? Whatever happened to garments with a waist line? Is that too much to ask for? By no means am I a connoisseur in the department of couture…but I am not “down” with the choices that have been made available to me.
Honest to Blog, it took me 5 hours. 5 HOURS, to find ONE pair of Jeans, ONE Shirt and ONE pair of boots. Yes, I will admit that some of my issues with clothes might stem from the issues I have with my self image. My mother swears I have the syndrome called: body dysmorphic disorder…but can you honestly tell me ya’ll are comfortable or happy with this look?
I am not against the 80’s being ‘back’…my bangs will tell you that I am a FAN of all the 80’s glory. But, I cannot find a way to make peace with spending money on clothes like these.
Maybe I just don’t know how to dress myself? As I am sure you will fully appreciate my drama that is ‘getting ready’ when you read this post.
I simply have no concept of what goes together or how to make an outfit ‘work’ for me. I think I need a personal shopper? Yes! That’s the key. I want a professional. One that will pick out my clothes…for me. One that will go to the store and bring said articles home to me, and then tell me I look fabulous in them.
Is anyone available for that position?
(Mind you…I can only pay the minimal salary in Cheese, there are no health benefits, and you will be forced to travel back to the store 10 thousand times if you bring back the wrong articles.)
Come play with me?
Wow. It’s been a LONG TIME since we’ve done a ‘Trivia Game’ over on MeleVision. In the spirit of American Idol and the 4 hours of veiwing pleasure we’ve had in the last 2 days, I am thrilled to bring this weeks installment!
Thursdays Trivia: American Idol!
THE ANSWERS ARE NOW POSTED
Yeah.
Um.
Let’s just say that I am used to more of an ‘urban’ environment than what I was subject to Saturday evening. While I loved being able to smoke INDOORS, rather than having to run outside into the windy, rainy, freezing conditions that are New Jersey, I don’t think I could ever get used to the ‘sticks’.
Not. Even. A. Little.
At least I had the pleasure of spending some alone time with Danny / C.B.G. I can honestly say, I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun in a TGI Fridays.
* [Disclaimer: This part of the post might be a little too ‘inside joke’ for you guys, but I trust that if you read the captions and descriptions on the photos you’ll get the idea?]
It’s not like it was hard to have a good time, what with a 12 year old? serving liquor, “Not-Sean” as the self proclaimed head bartender, and The Totally Creepy Guy sitting next to me.
That was enough material to keep us laughing.
When I sidled up to the stoic Hawaii 5-0, wanna-be Tom Selleck, Magnum PI, real life police officer sitting across from us, and started calling this stranger to me Hawaii 5-0 and Magnum PI…to his face, Danny just about died. CBG has known that dude for years and never once saw him smile…until I managed to break down his brick wall exterior.
(Sorry, I am unable to keep my thoughts to myself. Even in public. Oh, elusive dignity.)
Of course, if that wasn’t enough to stay entertained, there was always this guy just waiting to be made fun of. I think he looks a little too eager to be standing in this position? I still don’t get what these sunglasses are all about, but I did like the fact that he was a camera whore and let me take 12 thousand pictures of him.
Last but not least, I always have to ‘meet’ The Owner of the bar I am visiting. I don’t know why I am like that; it is just something I cannot control.
[*The ‘inside jokes’ portion of this post is now over*]
For me, the best thing about the night was that I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I am not. Usually, when you are ‘dating’ someone you feel compelled to ‘put on your game face and be on your best behavior’ for the other person. I have spent plenty of wasted time hiding the ‘real me’ from any potential suitor. The fact that CBG embraces my volume is a blessing.
In previous experiences, I used to get ‘yelled at’ by my date. The men I have been with usually ended up ‘pissed off’ at me for the way I conduct myself around complete strangers. I am very outgoing and EXTREAMELY LOUD. Most people (rightfully so?) are embarrassed by my willingness to make a complete ass out of myself have a good time.
But Not C.B.G.
He just ‘gets me’.
THAT was a freeing experience.
Saturday night was not without its deeper moments. Putting aside the fun and games for a minute…there are some real underlying trust issues that need to be worked out. As I have stated before, I know that is going to take some time, but it is still mildly frustrating.
I need to talk about something that happened over the weekend, which triggered Danny’s internal lie detector to go on high alert.
You see, I was supposed to go and see CBG on Friday night. But, after taking a beating in the mall, during the 5 HOUR shopping travesty, I could not handle the idea of going home to pack (for myself and my son JCH) followed by driving way the hell out to Nowhere Pennsylvania, in the DARK. I was exhausted and subsequently cancelled Friday night’s plans. I told CBG that it would be easier for me to stay home Friday night and wait to see him on Saturday morning instead.
That wasn’t the issue.
That same day, my girlfriend Tiffany had sent me a MySpace email. The kind of email that everyone who is ‘my friend’ can read. The email said, “Your MINE this weekend! It’s my Birthday.”
Now, HERE is The Issue.
The OLD Meleah would have LIED to Danny/CGB.
The Old Meleah would have cancelled plans with Danny and then GONE OUT (AND GOTTEN HIGH) BEHIND HIS BACK. I cannot tell you how many times ~ IN THE PAST~ that he has caught me in bold faced lies.
When Danny saw the email, and I cancelled our plans, it seemed suspicious to him.
I keep on forgetting that Danny hasn’t had the last 5 YEARS to get used to the “New Meleah” like everyone else.
I mean, it took my parents A VERY LONG TIME to TRUST me. Sometimes I still feel like I am under the microscope.
I truly appreciate Danny’s position.
I am also impressed with CBG for opening up and starting a dialogue with me, RIGHT AWAY. Rather than keep things bottled up inside, or harboring negative thoughts about me, he was completely honest about his fears and concerns. Immediately.
I am thankful that he knows he CAN talk to me, when The Issues from the past arise.
On the other hand, I cannot spend forever ‘proving’ myself to other people. I have put in a lot of work to get where I am today. I have certainly paid my dues. However, I am willing to do the work (right now) and give Danny the time he needs to discover that he can believe the words that come out of my face.
I know that I have to be patient with Danny’s willingness to TRUST ME. I know that I can’t rush things. (Or him.)
But, I wish he would hurry up and see me for who I have BECOME instead of who I WAS.