Mel

Christmas Memory

Did anyone else receive the holiday e-greeting from University Circle today? (I looked to the website for the image, but could not locate it). If I could put a vision in your head, the black-and-white photo is from 1938 of UC — which looks to be the Wade Oval Pond — and Clevelanders ice skating on the frozen surface. It is such an amazing flashback. I’m left wondering why we...

Mel

The freaks and the asshats come out at night

For all that is holy and completely inappropriate, why in the hell would someone think it to be a good idea to call me restricted at almost midnight on a Monday… with no voice mail. I hold my “in-bed-by-ten” in high regard these days, while some inconsiderate anonymous asshat decides to play drunk dial… with no message. There is certainly nothing more irritating. Many of these calls...

Mel

This Christmas, I will give you a migraine from listening to Bob Segar on our road trip!

Defeated at my own game! I was quickly on a roll to continuing my championship bout as Trivial Pursuit Playa o’ the World, when my own man stole my thunder… actually, I blew it on random questions about cross country skiing and something about… well, shit, I don’t remember. Anyways, I didn’t even have all my pie pieces before he and my sister made a rush to the center finish...

Mel

Wilt Chamberlain sleeps diagonal on the mattress.

I’m completely aware and very showy in the fact that I have an awesome boyfriend. (He knows this). In in all boyfriend awesomeness spectacular (too much?), he decided to surprise me with a night away last weekend. And being the best boyfriend (ever), he incorporated all my favorite things! My surprise was a night of camping  in Punderson -  I was really surprised, well, especially after I...

Mel

Oh, the places you’ll go!

As a new year approaches, I have decided to reflect a bit about that whole “what I would like to do” phase of life. Currently, I have a fantastic and successful career in the *cough* mortgage and title industry, albeit stressful and worrisome as result of the slowwww screeching of the local housing market. There are no less than 100 things I wanted to “be” when I was all grown up,...