Three minutes of heaven…..

My sister and I had a John Cusak marathon last night…. and yes, he is in Sixteen Candles, as one of Anthony Michael Hall’s geeky friends. It has to be at least ten years since I’ve watched it, but I know every line, every pause, the soundtrack cues, and how many seconds are between the last line Samantha delivers before she finally moves her arm and Jake Ryan plants a sweet one on her.

These three minutes have been etched in my mind as the end-all-be-all birthday experience…. abandoned at a family gathering, cars pulling out of the church driveway in every direction revealing beautiful boy and his beautiful car…. “Me?” she says, “Yeah, you” he says …….
and then the birthday cake on the kitchen table….. “Happy Birthday Samantha, Make a wish”….” It already came true”…….kiss, cue 80’s music….. *Melly swoon*

John Hughes, man……. No one captures those middle-class-American -this-is-what-your-life-is-supposed-to-be-like snapshots quite like him.

Damn you Vera Wang!!!!!!!

Why must you make pretty sparkly things??????

The little voices in my head are screaming Buy me!! Buy me, I'll make you happy !!!!! Buy me, I look so nice next to your thrift store purse!!!!!!! Buy me, look how your Birkenstocks cower to my sex appeal!! ! Buy me and you'll be a star!!

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Good morning……

I’m with my monkey, so I’m not blogging too much this weekend…. but I leave you with the following threads…..

Your Westboro Baptist Fix here!!

Mom tries to prevent teenage daughter from having sex by piercing her clit and shaving her head

REAL SEX Wet n Wild…..come on you know you want to look!!

Finally….. why I’m not crazy for liking the man musk

A day in my life…. Linear form… A 24 hour view…

Thursday October 25th

9:15 pm Mafoo and Melly order half anchovie half plain pie….
9:43 pm the first doseage of cold medicine is distributed…. Melly’s Lost Marathon begins…
10:50 pm break for milk and oreo’s

Friday October 26th
12:25 am Melly’s heart breaks after it becomes abundantly clear that Charlie must die….. Why, why, why?????
2am cold medicine and sleepytime… Except Melly wants to play, “which Lost character are you?”
8:00 am alarm….. Snooze…
8:10 am alarm, coffee for Mafoo
8:40 call contractor about gig… They want me even if I have to miss rehearsal on the 9th… Yay!! Money!!
9:00 am coffee and google reader time for Melly
9:30 call from conductor of gig… Can’t use me if I can’t make rehearsal on the 9th… Boo!! No money!!
11:00am to 2 pm… Laundry. I’d like to say that I spent this time in deep reflection or meditation, or reading a intriguing novel, or balancing my checkbook, or even scouring my bathtub…… But I spent it surfing the net for Lost conspiracy theory sites…
2:30pm buy sandwich at subway
2:40 on F train studying balls hard score
2:43 creepy dude wants. To talk to me about my balls hard score……. Balls hard???? Why do we say this????
3:18 transfer to 7 train
3:29 arrive grand central terminal
3:32 pm train to Stamford
4:51 arrive Stamford
4:54 get on train jack’s on as jack’s daddy gets off, no high fives are exchanged, but there is a passing of an apple juice box…
5:42 arrive grand central…. Again….
5:56 4 train…
6:07 6 train
6:14 F train … Good karma…
6:40 arrive at babysitters house drop off jack..
6:45 leave teary-eyed monkey, and wipe my own eyes as I sprint for the F train… Again..
6:54 F train….. Where’s the karma??
7:10 pm A train ….. Better karma
7:37 miss the 1 train…
7:40 1 train…. Chances of coffee pre-recording diminishing by the second…. And sooo not warmed up….
7:54 arrive….. No coffee for Melly
My life as a gig whore continues…..

Halloween Costumes- Occupational Hazzard for Children

Halloween was always really exciting for me as a kid… as I’m sure it is for every child, but growing up Southern Baptist in suburban New Hampshire (insert your chuckle here) meant that going trick-or-treating was somehow rebelling against the church, and in the name of F-U-N, my parents let us do it, as long as we were quiet about it.

Through the years I was a leopard, a Cabbage Patch Kid, an orange Crayola Crayon, and a downhill skier. Growing up in New Hampshire meant that you always wore footy pajamas or long-johns under your costume, as the ground was always frozen by late October, so you’d have to imagine that French Maid number with polar fleece under it and you get the idea.

I haven’t really thought too much about Halloween costumes until last year when I went to Jack’s Halloween Parade at his Elementary School. He was supposed to dress up for the parade, and his Daddy bought him this heinous Woody from Toy Story costume. This thing was so cheap, and Jack at that point had no idea who Woody was… I had made myself a costume out of an old evening gown and a pair of butterfly wings and a fairy wand. (I was a fairy godmother, naturally!) Jack was OBSESSED with these wings and would ask to wear them around the house from time to time.

So I was a little torn as to what the right thing to do was. Society and his Daddy wanted him to wear the cowboy costume, and I just wanted him to be happy. He looked so cute as a little butterfly….but I folded to avoid conflict.

So today in my Google Reader I came across this site for costumes. I’ll provide two links here. The first one is the girl occupation costume site. Now I’m not gonna sit here and say that the skanky-esque costumes for little girls don’t bother me, they do, but what really infuriates me is that in the dozen or so costumes that they offer for girls under the occupational heading, there are five or so “entertainers”, a maid, a nurse, a flirty officer, a waitress, and a Hollywood Starlet???? (I think that’s code for, I dress up nice and go down easy) Of course under the boys occupational costumes are various forms of police officers, a marine, an air-force pilot, SWAT team member, boxer, and NASCAR driver, and of course the obligatory doctor.

Translation: Little girls should grow up to entertain and take care of us, and boys will take care of business, so to speak. Isn’t it time to stop perpetuating these gender stereotypical myths?? Ask any third-grade girl what she wants to be when she grows up and I’m sure it won’t be limited to American Idol contestant, or candy striper…. no, she’ll want to be president, and a teacher, and a doctor.

So, if the kids aren’t buying that crap anymore why the hell are you still selling it?

F is for Fire

You can't really tell by the quality of the cell phone pic, but that is the jay street/borough hall station f track…. On fire.

Matt and I were coming back from a Haydn concert I sang with the Clarion Music Society at 99th and Amsterdam. Although we were a little but tipsy, it still seemed a little off that we smelled smoke on the platform when we got off the A, but no one seemed that alarmed at the fire in the tunnel!!!! A girl ran up to the booth area to tell someone and Matt and I decided that before we got the hell out of there we needed to take a picture. I got as close as I could, and as soon as I took this one a huge chunk of debris fell onto the track and we booked it.

Precisely one bus ride, a sausage egg and cheese on a biscuit and a chocolate cream donut later, we decided to hit the ATM and cab it home…

I think we left Abbey Pub around midnight and finally went to bed at 3….this is why brooklynites don't hang in the uws, we need to factor track fires, subway stabbings, dudes masturbating on us, and natural disasters into our travel time…

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