For some musical enjoyment: click here.
(BTW: Does anyone know the location of the land ‘Where Children LISTEN’ happens to be?)
And now, for some laughs…
(The one ‘holiday comic’ that I found to be most applicable…to ME)
(and here’s a idea…just.in.case…to get you through the day)
Merry Christmas Everyone! Wishing you all a WONDERFUL day.
My Daddy. My Hero. My Role Model.
My Protector. My
My Comic Relief. My Laughter. My Friend.
(And, My Occasional Headache).
Thank You Daddy.
Thank you for everything you have ever done for me, and my son. Thank you for believing in me, standing by me, and supporting me. Your unconditional love has been more than enough. Not only did you save my life 6 years ago, but you gave me a life, one that I want to live.
You have taught me some of the most important lessons, like what it truly means to be an important part of a real family, and how to take pride in a hard day’s work.
When I look at you, I see (Tony Bennett) a man whose honor and integrity shine above all others. I can only hope that my son grows up to be half the man you are.
I wish there was some grand gesture, or words bigger than ‘I LOVE YOU’ to express just how much I value, treasure, and cherish our relationship. I want you to know how special you are to me. Please always remember:
You are the family I have always wanted. You are The Father I have always needed.
I love you daddy.
Happy Birthday. (old man).
Love Your Daughter,
Meleah Rebeccah
I would like to wish a Very Happy Birthday to my friend, my twin, and fellow Tina Fey fan…Michael C.
xxoo xxoo
May you have a wonderful year….writing to entertain me!
Look! It’s the one and only Olga The Traveling Bra. She has traveled my way one week early!
Olga and I were getting along just fine, laughing and enjoying ourselves. That is, until she tried eating my iceream. That’s a big, “No No.” But, since it is the holiday season after all, I couldn’t stay mad at Olga. So, I gave her a piece of my father’s birthday cake instead.
I really wanted to get a picture of Olga with Santa this year, however I couldn’t handle waiting in the 7 mile long line at the mall. Therefore, I decided to get a picture of Olga celebrating Christmas with another guy that has white hair.
Alas, the Christmas gods must have smiled upon me today, when the fire trucks, sirens galore, came ripping through my neighborhood. I ran outside, in the pouring rain (and still in my pajamas) with my mother in tow. We asked Santa to please pose with Olga? My mother was ever-so convincing, “But Santa, this is Olga, The Traveling Bra, she’s been all over the world. We need this picture for a blog.”
“Well then. If its for a blog….YES.” Said Santa.
Merry Christmas Olga.
XMAS 2007.
You guys have heard me talk about my all time favorite Christmas Movie ever…right? You’ve listened to me yearn for a Leg Lamp of my very own, especially after seeing one going insanely jealous over Michael’s decorations. Well, someone (my big sister and best friend of 20+ years) went ahead and delivered a SURPRISE right to my front door!!
THANK YOU LESLIE.
I like presents, but I am IN LOVE with THIS! (and you). Look, it even has its very own spot in my bedroom! I might have to keep this bad boy up YEAR ROUND.
*Whoever wrote this is awesome*
The following is an email going around my office:
Dear Santa,
You must be surprised that I am writing to you today December 26th.
Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month, when filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter. I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform.
I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school. I am not going to lie to you. There was NO ONE in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me. I went on errands, and even helped the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not have done for humanity.
What balls you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a lame whistle, and a pair of ugly socks.
What the fuck were you thinking? You fat prick. You think that you’ve taken me for a sucker for this whole fucking year, and come out with some shit like this under the tree.
As if you hadn’t dicked me enough, you gave that fucking pussy across the street so many toys he cant even walk into his house.
Don’t let me see you trying to fit your big fat ass down my chimney next year. I will fuck you up. I’ll throw rocks at your dumbass reindeer and scare them away so you’ll have to walk back to the North Pole, just like what I have to do now, since you didn’t get me my fucking bike.
Fuck You Santa.
Next year, you’ll find out, just how bad I can be, you fat cocksucker.
Sincerely,
Little Johnny.
Robert @ Observations From The Back 40 has awarded me with:
And, here’s what he had to say about me:
“First Order of business: I started reading MeleahRebeccah awhile ago who has a great blog..we are different in some ways which is a good thing as I learn stuff from her..We also are similar in other ways as well….With that in mind I have to give her the Redneck Blogging Award as a token of thanks for expanding my horizons…thankyou young lady….your a keeper…:):)”
Aww. Thanks. You must have been reading this blog before I went all kinds of blank and burnt out…hiding behind memes. Way back when I actually used to write original posts! Even though this is not “The Award” I covet with all my heart (*hint* *hint* fellow bloggers). I am flattered and grateful. This was just the pick me up I needed. Thank You Robert!!
In other news, it seems to me that most of The Internet is currently ‘closed’. At least 50% of my regular blogging buddies have wisely chosen to take a break this time of year, only to return after New Years when things calm down.
I, on the other hand, will still be right here. (for the most part).
I am taking the DAY OFF tomorrow – to do NOTHING – but lay in my bed streaming the E channel.
Have a GREAT weekend.
(And if you are one of the smart taking a vacation types, wishing you all a very happy holiday. Merry Christmas).
Since I am still Burnt The Fuck Out, and I cannot seem to be able to construct a decent post on my own, thankfully Drowsey Monkey, (who is Hi-LAR-ious) was kind enough to TAG me with a meme. The 12 Month Meme.
Rules: Basically they’re the usual meme rules, link back to the person who tagged you as well as to Climate of Our Change which is where you’ll find the traits for all 12 months (or you can cut and paste the 12 months into your post if you’d rather.) Pick the month that applies to you…Then, you either agree or disagree with what is written. Then tag 12 people. [I will not be tagging 12 people. Or any people. But, please feel free to play along, if you are so inclined.]
Here are the supposed characteristics for people born in The Month Of October:
(The characteristics given in the meme are written in bold, my replies are in the regular font.)
Loves to chat. Entirely too much.
Loves those who loves them. Um…Yeah!
Loves to take things at the center. Yes.
Inner and physical beauty. I suppose (at least on the inside).
Lies but doesn’t pretend. I used to be the BIGGEST liar, back when I was a teenager. Ever since I turned 30, (I am now 33) I really don’t have the energy it takes to remember or keep up with whatever stories I told. So, I will have to disagree on this one. However… it is true that I do not pretend. If I like you, you know it. And If I don’t like you..YOU KNOW IT. There is NOTHING fake about me (well…except for the boobs).
Gets angry often. Yes. I am often seething with rage. For no apparent reason.
Treats friends importantly. Very Very Very True.
Always making friends. Toads.
Easily hurt but recovers easily. Recovery time is abnormally rapid for me. But, I have been known to be incredibly over sensitive.
Daydreamer. Big Time.
Opinionated. Thats an understatement.
Does not care of what others think. Wrong. I do care. I really care about what other people think of me, probably more than I should.
Emotional. Are you kidding me? Everything I say, think, and do, is emotionally driven. I am hoping to get a handle on that one of these days.
Decisive. Depends on the situation. It takes me a LONG time to make up my mind about something, but once my mind is made up…its damn near half past impossible to change it.
Strong clairvoyance. Not really. Unless you count sensing knowing when someone else on the road is going to make a random, unannounced, sudden, dangerous lane change. But I chalk that up to being a good driver, courtesy of all of the practice I get on The NJTPK. I think I have pretty good instincts, but I dont often listen to them. I am certainly not in touch with anything in the ‘spiritual’ world, or the ‘after life’ or anything of the like.
Loves to travel, the arts and literature. In all honesty, I’d rather stay HOME, watch TV, blog, write, read and relax, but if by ‘travel’ you mean: 1st class style, in no less than 5star hotels, with killer room service, or going to ITALY, then hellz yeah. As for the arts and literature, I can never get enough of that.
Touchy and easily jealous. Oh so VERY touchy and insanely jealous. Its one of my worst qualities. This and that seething rage I mentioned earlier.
Concerned. All the time. About everyone and everything.
Loves outdoors. Not.Even.A.Little. No. Thank You. (Unless by outdoors you mean the Waldorf Astoria, then YES.)
Just and fair. This is one of my BEST qualities. I am always able to weigh the FACTS without bias, and see things from all perspectives. I guess this is why I am called upon so often in order to facilitate any mediation between arguing parties.
Spendthrift. (by definition: A spendthrift is someone who spends money prodigiously and who is extravagant and recklessly wasteful.)
WRONG. You are talking to the girl who has worn these shoes to work almost every day for over a year. I am NOT one to be wasteful with money. In fact, now that I actually HAVE money (since I have moved into The Parents) I still find it terribly difficult when it comes to spending any money on myself.
Easily influenced. No. Way. Please! My poor parents WISH that was true. They’ve been trying to influence me for years. To No Avail. Not one teacher, not my friends, not AA, not Cascade, not one co-worker, and not one boss, nadda SOUL can influence any of my actions or decisions. I am usually the one doing all of The Bad Influencing.
Easily loses confidence. I have ZERO self confidence to begin with. Its awful.
Loves children. I didn’t. I never even liked dolls as a child, and I never even babysat as a teenager. It was not until I had my own child. I didn’t even know love like THAT existed. Now that I am an AUNT for three babies, I am IN LOVE with all children.
And that’s a wrap.
Seriously,THIS is my all time FAVOURITE social networking site ever. Cre8buzz is loaded with THE MOST: creative, funny, smart, brilliant, witty, supportive, passionate, people, writers and truly gifted artists around.
I am proud to announce some Super Cool Totally Awesome News!
Cre8Buzz has made the finals of Mashable’s Open Web Awards. 
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As I look at this blank piece of paper, I see the curser…blinking at me with anticipation, taunting me. And all I have is hesitation.
I cannot write today.
