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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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
My Child May Hate Me in the Future
Nothing new to report here...I barely leave the house so I can't really get into any hijinx and I can't really interact with adults much (at this point). So, to amuse myself, I dress my child like different animals and take pictures. Here we have Tommy dressed as a bear (polar bear???) as we ventured out in the cold weather in search of curtain rods. John and I might have a night out on the town on Saturday...if so, I might have something bloggable!

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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Have you been living under a rock?
I would find this funny even if I wasn't married to a man covered in Star Wars tattoos:

Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Don't Turn Around, Der Komissar's in Town

This child is a tiny dictator. I am a slave to all of his whims and at his beck and call. The only trade off is that I can dress him in ridiculous outfits if I choose to do so...and just like that, the shift in power is adjusted.

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Saturday, January 10, 2009
All the Support One Man Could Need

This is the best story. It didn't happen to me, but I kinda wish it had. My friend Kelly just had her second child and in the hopes of not having more children, she and her husband decided that he should have a vasectomy.

They tell you (apparently) to bring along an athletic supporter for afterwards. Well, Kelly's husband forgot to get one before the operation so it was up to her to get it. She walked into the sporting goods store and went to the counter...and as it always turns out, just when you don't really want to see them, you run into former students! Yes, a former student was behind the counter and asked her if she needed any help.

Kelly blushed and said that she was looking for a jock strap for her husband. The former student seemed non-plussed but asked what size she needed. Kelly blushed again and thought before speaking, "He's about average, I think..." was her reply. You can imagine her embarassment when the former student/ now athletic supporter expert said to her, "It goes by waist size!" And all Kelly could say was, "Oh."

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Friday, January 09, 2009
Love Emails

So John's back to work and I'm home alone with the Monster, aka Tommy. It's fun, difficult, wonderful and frustrating work tending to this tiny creature but I'm slowly getting the hang of it. Because John's gone from the house for so long each day and I know that he's missing his son I send him little text messages that accompany pictures "from" Tommy.

Today I share them with you too. The one of the left came with this message:

Dear Dad,
Fight the power!
Love, Tommy

Dear Dad,
You will rue the day you said that I looked like Queen Victoria in this outfit. Seriously, we may come to blows over it! But not today, today...I nap.

People might say that I have too much time on my hands but that's honestly not the case. I blame sleep deprivation.

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