This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Sunday, March 13, 2005
Martha Stewart Never Had This Problem
So at the end of this week Cr and I will be hosting a St. Patty's day party and we're trying to get things ready...ok well, Cr's in California right now so I'm trying to not to make much more of a mess than I already have. I am such a slob! It's frightening...even Matty was cleaning up after me the other night.

The finished basement is pretty much always clean and nice because it's the only room I don't really go to on a regular basis. In fact, if it weren't for Matty, I'd rarely go down there. And we wouldn't go down there if it wasn't for that lovely futon. I think my bed is jealous, it rarely sees any action any more.

I thought I'd go downstairs to the bar and check out what was in stock and what was not. And it's a darn good thing I did too. Had I not gone down there ahead of time my guests would've been treated to an empty bottle of "Hustler Lubricant"(don't ever get it...it came free with Mr. Orange and it tastes gross) which was neatly tossed in the corner, a condom wrapper and the weird box that it came in (since it was the weird condom we bought at the bar), a bottle of Mint Chocolate Chip "Tasty Twist" (which is really nice and tingly stuff that Matty seems to absolutely love and sadly I'm running out of), the ugly Mr. Orange lying ever-so-present on the futon and a pair of pink panties behind the futon. Why don't I clean up after myself? I wish I had taken a photo of it before I cleaned it up...it was an interesting little tableau to say the least. Martha Stewart apparently, I am not.
posted by Melina at 9:10 PM