Category: Melissa’s life (Page 8 of 20)

Hello, it’s Holidailies time and things I’ve made

December 7, 2010 / melissa / 0 Comments

It’s that time of the year. It’s Holidailies time. A time when tons of busy people agree to post an entry a day during the busiest time of the year. (December 6-January 6). I’ve done this before and it’s quite difficult to do it in a way where it’s not completely vapid navel gazing crap. That hasn’t stopped me before.

The first prompt says “introduce yourself” and so here goes, I’m Melissa. I’m thirty something. I’m an attorney. I live in Arkansas. I am attempting to get fit and I like running and yoga. I am quite broad in my emotional states which is probably more fun to watch than to live.

Oh and I’m also doing Reverb 10 this year too. Here’s the prompt.

What was the last thing you made? What materials did you use? Is there something you want to make, but you need to clear some time for it?

(Author: Gretchen Rubin)

The last thing I made was a slight variation on The Pioneer Woman’s Pasta with Tomato Cream Sauce. IN my version, I used penne pasta. I also added more garlic than listed and added red pepper flakes. I was attempting to recreate the pink sauce from Damgoode pies out of Little Rock. I used fresh garlic and a fresh onion. I used tomato sauce out of a can and some organic heavy cream. There you go.

I really want to make a clutch out of a book, like the one Natalie Portman is holding in this picture.

Letting Go

December 6, 2010 / melissa / 0 Comments

What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?

(Author: Alice Bradley)

This year will be the year that my first close friend died. All of the people who died before this year were grandparents, cousins that I didn’t see very often, parents of friends from college or high school, or people I barely knew. This was the year that one of my confidants, a person on the “bail you out of jail no questions asked/will help you bury the body” list, died.

She was my age. I met her in kindergarten. That’s right. I knew her when I was five. We both got tracked into the gifted and talented track in school but we didn’t become friends until high school. Then we went to college on our separate ways and got back in touch again.

I attended her kids birthday parties. I usually dropped by during the holidays.

She had MS but most days she was doing really well. She was walking and talking fine. She didn’t have any visible symptoms of the disease. Then one day, I got a text message from a mutual friend that she was real sick. I was out of town and by the time I called, she was in a coma. She died the next day.

I still remember how cold her hand was when I touched it when she was in the coffin. I know it’s morbid but for some reason I just reached out and her hand was so cold. I’m guessing that the funeral home keeps the bodies in some sort of refridgerated room. It was creepy.

The kids are now the center of a crazy custody dispute between the biological father and my friend’s parents. I have no control over that. There’s no way in hell that I am far enough away to be objective enough to actually represent anyone in the scenario, In fact, since I witnessed the last conversation between Baby daddy and my friend ever, I was a fact witness and couldn’t do it because the rules of professional conduct forbid that sort of thing. Yet watching the case unfold from a distance was incredibly hard. Since it was my friend, of course, every single thing that was differently than the way I would have done it was the thing that was going to make the case go straight to hell. It’s called a lack of professional distance.

I kept having nightmares that the kids were going to get hurt and that I would go to Heaven and have to explain everything to my friend. I could hear her asking, “why didn’t you get her to do this? Why did this happen? Why didn’t you explain . . . ”

Attorneys, by their very nature, are stubborn and will do pretty much what they want to do. But since I am also attorney, people kept wanting to talk to me about the case. Now that is an even more awkward position. I can’t actually represent them according to the laws of professional conduct. I’m not actually part of the case and so confiding in me seems like such a bad idea. I know that attorney client privilege can be waived by talking to third parties and there I am, a third party but because I am a friend who is also an attorney.

I had to keep my distance. If I got a subpoena, what would I do? I’m not part of the office so there’s no work product or any other privilege that keeps anybody from asking me who the hell knows what. Right now, I don’t even feel comfortable being around certain mutual friends and acquaintances due to the possibility that I get dragged into the case even more than I already am. I don’t want to make anything worse.

I miss the kids. I miss talking to them and yet I feel like every little thing they tell me is going to be subject to some sort of attorney scrutiny from one or the other side. So I feel like I can’t really talk to them. They are out of state so it isn’t as awkward as it could be but it is still awkward.

One time, I went to her grave and all of these emotions came flying out and I started crying and telling her that I was sorry. I didn’t even realize that I felt responsible for anything until I had these lung heavy loud sobs that had me lying on the ground. I finally got myself together when I saw an SUV stopped in front of the cemetery near where I lay.

I got up and wiped my tears and realized I couldn’t do this to myself. I have no control over any of it. I was the best friend I could be. I had to let the rest of it go. The worry regarding the kids and what my friend would say was pulling me under to a very dark place. I had to let go to live.

The Wonder year

December 5, 2010 / melissa / 0 Comments

How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?

(Author: Jeffrey Davis)

As a person prone to depression, I try very hard to do this because it keeps me sane. Or more content with life. I know as a single woman of a certain age that I am going to get all sorts of hell for this but I really do enjoy watching my cat.

It’s so fascinating to watch his mind at work. One day, I came home and watched him drag my pink net shower scrubby into the living room and tear it into a billion pieces. Okay the part where I had to clean it up was not wonderful by the list.

Over the years, he’s managed to unplug the dryer. He knows how to open doors. He can open the cabinets if they don’t have the special locks on them. During the summer when I had those huge “palmetto bugs,” he would hunt and kill those. Okay, when I discovered that he was eating them, I was grossed out.

I named him Buddha Butt because when he was a kitten he was always finding ways to stick his butt in my face. The longer I have him, I realize it’s a fitting name because he is always in the moment, whatever moment he is in. He is passionately biting himself or sleeping with enthusiasm.

There’s something full of wonder about that.

One moment in time (A Reverb10 prompt)

December 5, 2010 / melissa / 1 Comment

December 3 – Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors). (Author: Ali Edwards)

Moments. One particularly moment. First, it was hard for me to categorize moments and second, this was a year that it seemed I was going through the motions for so much of the year. This was a year about the realization that things needed to change and that I was the one who was going to have to change them.

I still remember the last couple of miles of the half marathon I walked this year. I had intended to run the thing but due to a lack of training and very odd weather. I haven’t mastered running in the rain. As a result, I didn’t train much due to the craptastically wet winter we had. So I ended up walking most of it with a tight lower back. See kids, training is important. Strangely enough, even though my back was killing me, I was smiling so long and so broad that my cheeks hurt. I remember the sun shining on my face and the gentle breeze. I remember walking by the Designing Women house and the Governor’s mansion. I remember all the volunteers at the water stations cheering me on. By the end, I was one of the last people and so I was the sign that they could pack up and leave. They were happy. I was happy. The jeep was following me as a signal to the police to open up the traffic. I imagined that I was a dictator that had closed the street for her own personal walk. I remember the two people in front of me who at one point turned around and waved to me, “Come on. We’re almost done”

I did end up last. Freaking last but I will remember it as the year that I pretty much on some level wanted to quit at about mile 5 and just kept on going.

Reverb10 catch up (December 2nd)

December 3, 2010 / melissa / 0 Comments

Another Reverb10 prompt

What do you do each day that doesn’t contribute to your writing — and can you eliminate it?
(Author: Leo Babauta)

My self conscious perfectionism. Sometimes I will write something and then get antsy and not press publish. Sometimes, it is for the best: it’s too self revealing or some topic that in retrospect, I don’t want out there for the world to see. Other times, it’s due to my sense that I am writing something completely vapid and silly or that my grammar or sentence structure is just heinous.

Now most blogs are not known for their fabulous writing. In fact, the Dooces of the world are the exceptions that prove the rule. Also, life is a combination of the deep and the shallow. Anyone who tells you differently is being a pretentious little shit and you have my permission to slap them. Okay not really, if you are an adult, you could get an assault charge. So don’t slap people!!!

Catchup: Reverb 10 (December 1st)

December 3, 2010 / melissa / 0 Comments

This year I signed up to be a part of Reverb 10 and Holidailies. I’ve done Holidailies before and have found it good to review the year. Technically, Holidailies doesn’t start until December 7 but I am an over achiever. I am copying Kyran for Reverb 10. Okay the prompts seem interesting and I think I need some introspection this year.

December 1 – One Word.
Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word. Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?
(Author: Gwen Bell)

Catalysts is the word I pick. This year, a lot of things happened that were very big or big in the way it affected who I am. A childhood friend whom had been my confidante since moving back to Arkansas died this year. It was sudden. I didn’t even know she was sick. Well, I knew she had MS but I didn’t know she was in a position where death was imminent. Frankly, she didn’t either. Or she had maybe a month’s warning. She went into a coma and got an infection of some sort and the organs just started dying. I was working and although she was a friend of mine, I wasn’t really friends with her parents and so no one notified me until she was already in a coma. So she’s gone. She’s been gone about six months now. The aftermath has taught me about the integrity and the law. It has taught me about the lengths people will go to get what they want. It’s also taught me about selfishness and generosity.

Also, I have met quite a few new people this year who have the potential to be my friends well into 2011 and beyond. I’ve also managed to discover that other people whom I had invested much time and emotional energy were not good for me: either users who exploited my generous nature or just nasty meanspirited people.

So this year has definitely changed me in ways that I am not sure I will fully understand for quite some time.

Metamorphosis is the word I pick for 2011. I hope all of this outside events will alter me into something the same yet better, not unlike a caterpillar into a butterfly. I am working to not let these things destroy me but to make me into someone I am proud to be. That is my hope for 2011.

Things I learned this Thanksgiving

November 30, 2010 / melissa / 2 Comments

Chandler Bing and I have the same attitude about Thanksgiving. We would like to avoid it because we associate it with shittastic things. So usually around this time of the year, I’m anxious, having nightmares, and am just a moody pain in the ass. Oh and my Dad’s side of the family isn’t really close so it just adds to the drama.

But this year wasn’t so bad. Mainly because this year there was no pretext of having my father’s side of the family get together. Okay in a way that is sad, but seriously, SO MUCH ANGST AND DRAMA was avoided. Yes. I mean if you live in the same town as people and they can’t be bothered to contact you and hang out with you AND they talk shit behind your back (and occasionally to your face), then they’re not really people who like or love you very much.

sooooooooooooooo

It was all good. Here are the things I learned.

Having a double whammy fluid behind the ear and swimmer’s ear in the same ear is one of the seven circles of hell. It hurt. It made it hard to sleep. Then when I finally got so exhausted I couldn’t take it anymore, I would manage to pass out. It’s better now. They still feel weird. I might have to go back.
Family is the people who love you and not necessarily the people who are your grandparents’ children and grandchildren. BUDDHA CAT FOREVERZ!
Sometimes things work out the way they should instead of how you predict
I am able to cook something that is tasty and won’t cause food poisoning. WOO! I made Pioneer Woman’s Macaroni and Cheese. I altered it slightly. I used penne pasta instead of macaroni. I also used half sharp cheddar and half a cheddar/Monterey Jack blend. Other than that, it was just like the recipe. Here is a picture
Cats go batshit crazy over Christmas trees

Wordless Wednesday- Creepy Baby Jesus

November 17, 2010 / melissa / 1 Comment

This is part of the nativity scene in my town. The baby Jesus they use gives me nightmares.

Veteran’s Day

November 11, 2010 / melissa / 0 Comments

This is my father’s passport pictures. He was either in his late teens or early 20s. He got this passport when he was in the Air Force. My father’s father and several uncles were also veterans.

Remember

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we
lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies
grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 – 1918)

Sunday

November 8, 2010 / melissa / 0 Comments

Yeah I’ve been all sad and blue and blah blah blah but then it just suddenly gets better. Or I just got tired of being sad or hit rock bottom.

Conan is here. CONAN IS HERE!!! You know I saw him in concert, right? And he sent me some nifty swag, too. yee haww. I’m ready for some goofy tv.
The Arkansas Supreme Court ordered new hearings in the West Memphis 3 case. I’m stunned.

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