Mel

Fighting Fair

One thing I apparently haven’t learned from dabbling in-and-out of relationships is how to fight fair, or I guess more importantly, how to NOT fight — or being able to talk to a person in which you need to get some things off your chest without them thinking you’re trying to start a fight. Eh, my communication skills are just all off this month — is there a retrograde planet or moon...

Mel

My imaginary un-boyfriend update

Ah yes, the boyfriend. Yes, he is still here — over five months here. Impressing, no? We both have settle nicely into Winter Hibernation Mode, which is welcome after all that holiday traveling. Last week we explored huge lessons in: a) fighting unfairly (me), b) not speaking (me) and c) playing the "I’m fine" game (ahem, me). There was also a bonus round of  listening to the...

Mel

Too late to make some resolutions?

The Year Not to Waste — that’s ’08. This year’s resolutions culminated to a two-sheet word document of categorical lists detailing highlighted points of accomplishments, monthly goals and mantras to reflect on during my daily affirmations. The first month has gone quickly, but I have started with much gusto. Let your own boredom and eye-rolling commence: 1. Writing Goal: Finish my...

Mel

Maybe it’s just PMS?

OK, sucky day over. …and I got nothing. Oooh-oooh! I got SOMETHING: How awesome is it being an adult and enjoying the luxurious luncheon option of french vanilla-spiked coffee and glazed honey buns. Anyone? Anyone? Oh yeah, that’s awesome. You know it, but won’t admit to your spike in sugar content because of all that "eat better" bullshit clause in your resolution list. Momma...

Mel

I suppose some things will just never change…

Today is a whole barrage of suck. Carry on, internets. Carry on…

Mel

Apples to Apples

I am on a gross downward spiral of competitive clout on game night. Again, with Saturday night, I lost each round of Apples to Apples (this was my first experience with this fun card game). After a curbside pick-up of yummy Outback (Mmmmmm, tassies) and a few rum-and-cherry-cokes, eh, I was just a disaster at mastering the matches. I’ll tell you what I have mastered though, drinking a strawberry...

Mel

Whatever-you-call-it-phobic

When I was 22, I was diagnosed with panic disorder — having had a three-month span of daily multiple bouts of full-blown panic attacks and the residual “I-think-I’m-going-to-have-another-one” symptoms when the attacks themselves were over. This revolving process resulted in highlighting yet another anxiety-based fear normally associated with panic, called agoraphobia. This...

Mel

Whatever-you-call-it-phobic

When I was 22, I was diagnosed with panic disorder — having had a three-month span of daily multiple bouts of full-blown panic attacks and the residual "I-think-I’m-going-to-have-another-one" symptoms when the attacks themselves were over.  This revolving process resulted in highlighting yet another anxiety-based fear normally associated with panic, called agoraphobia. This...

Mel

Esteban Touch

His name is Esteban. I’m not kidding you, the day I finally plugged it into my computer and messing around with all the downloads, etc, I heard the name Esteban THREE separate times. Now, with such a huge farm system of ball players in Dominican Republic and spanish-sounding otherwise, I am sure there is an “Esteban” playing a little long ball somewhere. The deal was clinched when I...

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Weekend. Warehouse District. Boring. Now I know why I don’t come here every weekend.

Before another weekend is upon us, I have to write about the randomness from last weekend in downtown Cleveland.  We just needed a night out, so it was surely proving to be an interesting achievement going from no-plans to plan-to-go-downtown. The Map Room was (still) unusually packed — the bartender with the most giant-ness of boob crack needs to go work in Lakewood with the rest of the...

Mel

Albert Einstein

Received this online: Albert Einstein was an amazing physicist. He figured out so many universal principles and equations that he was way ahead of his fellow scientists at any point of time. But he is also remembered for another thing; a quality which made people call him a genius: his words. Here are 10 things out of the numerously wonderful things he had said; 10 golden lessons that you can put to use in...

Mel

A Search for a New Name!

Guess who just received the most awesome of Christmas presents from good ol’ Dad? (That would be yours truly). I know, you’re thinking, Christmas? Wasn’t that like three weeks ago? Well, I finally had dinner with my family this past weekend (mmmmm, The Cabin!!) to celebrate, among other things, a belated Christmas, since I was traveling with my man throughout the holidays. I am now in...

Mel

This is not progress!

Ew. I think I am going to throw up. I am probably one of maybe eight people in Northeast Ohio that has not worked for this company. On another strange connection though, in my early 20s I had a career as a dental assistant (none to glamourous), and cleaned Peter Lewis’ teeth. Nice. And now again, I’m going to throw up....

Mel

“Look at the fucking lasers!”

MONDAY Manhattan, KS Besides rumbling trains behind the cute little Comfort Inn hotel, eight hundred cable channels with an  “Intervention” marathon and seemingly detached from their own city front desk clerks, our overnight stay in Manhattan was pretty much what we expected from a small town on the map in Kansas. What we received once arriving to our destination (corner of Moro/Broadway and...

Mel

“Puppe-what? Puppeteer??”

SUNDAY Finding breakfast in downtown St. Louis proved to be difficult (per parking attendant, “There is nothing to eat downtown! Take 40 West!”), so we took off for The Loop, close by St. Louis University (which we must have driven past 8,000,003 times). After subjecting enough hunger pains and mild annoyances for NOTHING being open, save for every waking church in the city (apparently they don’t...

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It’s so tangy!

SATURDAY We started the driving adventure by mapping out certain silly spots along the way  — and continuing my spectacular knack for photographs beside inanimate tourist objects. First stop was Fortville, IN — Home of the…  Pink Martini-Drinking Elephant. Donovan Hunt, the owner of the Wagon Wheel Liquor store behind the giant animal, allowed us to jump right up on the flat bed for a...

Mel

There’s no place like…

It’s that time of year again!! You know, breaking even the EASIEST of resolutions, giving away personal belongings to complete strangers in bars, putting endless amount of miles on my car, major waiting times at pancake and waffle houses. Seriously, will the madness stop in ‘08? With majority of our friends staying put in Cleveland or heading to Chicago (again), I wanted to stay consistent with my NYE...