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 Check out my other blogs:
I don't want to play. Seriously, have you heard this commerical? I do a double take every time I hear it. Listen closely, doesn't it sound like the woman is cheerfully singing, "You might get AIDS!"
While playing Trivial Pursuit last night and losing miserably, I turned to my other skill set to help me in my time of need...I worked on a riff of nicknames for John. I submit them for your approval:
1. Le Douche 2. Sir Douchebaggery 3. El Douche ( pronounced: du- chee) 4. My Favorite Douchebag (like My Favorite Martian)
Mid list I sang, "Pass the douchie to left..." corrupting this song:
And that's how I amused myself while being trounced, until John with his tragic eyes says, "Why must I be the douche?"
Why indeed? Because you're beating me at board games sucker! It's not a coincidence that every time John and I see my mom she makes sure to mention that I am a sore loser.
John and I have board game fever, it can't be helped and I doubt it can be stopped. After work I had to babysit my neice Baby G, seen here, getting jiggy wit it:
but then after that, I picked up a new version of Trivial Pursuit for us to play. It is now apparent to me that I am an idiot savant or something like that--because I am better at the harder, original version. I cannot for the life of me, play Pop Culture, 90's and 80's version Trivial Pursuit. John ran circles around me collecting stupid pop-culture cheeses left and right--leaving me bitter to no end. Ok, so let's get this straight, the two decades that I grew up in and I barely know any of the answers? Apparently, I grew up in a cave and was raised by wolves. Who knew?
(Ps. I apologize for the sideways-ness of the video and the quality of the video, I did it with my cell phone while trying to keep her entertained since she's an intermittent screaming banshee due to teething).
