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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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Shit or sit...it makes no difference
Either the kid is telling inanimate objects, fruits (such as bananas), and grocery store workers to sit, or I say the word "shit" entirely too often. I went with the former as my explanation to the elderly woman behind me in line at the grocery store. It went something like this, "Oh no, he wasn't saying shit (SHIT! I said it again!), he was just telling you to sit!" She didn't even crack a smile...and Tommy didn't help, he said, "shit, shit, shit" fairly merrily as we exited the building.

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Bananas and barstools
My child is pointing to and calling for a banana, the way I used to beg bartenders not to cut me off and to just give me "one of those" (whatever was closest, I'd point to it)--which usually left me muttering incoherently into the straw of my ice water that they would give me instead.

I hate the smell, texture and taste of bananas (the last of which shouldn't count except that the kid likes to share his fucking bananas with me!!! GROSS!). Consequently my mother hated hearing stories about how I fell off a barstool and probably should've gone to the hospital for headwound sutures. I think this is cosmic payback and I'm not too happy about it. Because there are going to be worse things than bananas aren't there? Damn you weren't supposed to say yes.

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Meant for each other
Last night John and I were laying on the couch and he was pouting because we were both bored. We went to the computer and pulled up on netflix queue and scanned through them...nothing was hitting the spot. I mused to him, "Today I was reading about the 10 Best Alien Rip Offs and..." he cut me off...
"You were reading that? I was reading that too!"
"Really? So weird! I don't even know how I got to the list" I said.
"I just love top 10 lists" John responded matter of factly.
"ME TOO!" I shouted a little too enthusiastically.

Then I grabbed his hand and did a little booty shakin' dance (which wasn't very little because my booty ain't so tiny) and we laughed, kissed, held hands and realized that even on something so vast as the Internet (wasteland) we still end up on the same sites.

Ah...true love.

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