OH THE DRAMA!

...And Heaven It Was

As usual The Cure did NOT disappoint.  Sure Robert is older - a lot older than the last time I saw him.  And bloated.  But aren't we all?  He was brilliant.  Yes, I said brilliant.  They played for 3 hours!  Quite a bit of their older stuff, most of my favorites and a lot of new as well.  We had a really great time.  MH and Mr. Ally were really great to endure for as long as they did.  And I have to say that Ally and I looked FABULOUS!(Click on Ally's link and you can see the video of our pics)

I read somewhere a long time ago that Robert Smith hates to sing Boys Don't Cry which just happens to be one of my favorite songs.  He probably hates it because it has been so popular - you know the whole angst that he is so good at.  But hate it or not, he did it.  It was a great time. 

Thanks to MH, Ally and Mr. Ally to a "killer" night... **kisses**

Just Like Heaven

Tonight is The Cure concert.  I swear we have had our tickets for a year.  I love The Cure. As in REALLY love them.  I took MH to their concert on our first date.  16 years ago.  OMG!  Did I actually just type that?  3 days after he gets home from his mission, I am introducing him back to the real world.  To the Goth world.  My world of angst.  My world of big hair, black eyeliner, pasty white skin and red lipstick.  Tonight I revisit that world.  With MH, Ally and Mr. Ally. 

Robert, I'm back.  Did you miss me?

Bad drivers?

I signed up for a daily email alert from one of the local news stations in Arizona.  Just wanted to get a feel for things.  Every day - and I mean EVERY - I get a "traffic alert" - closures due to fatal accidents.  Are they just horrible drivers or is it because it's a larger city?  Or maybe they just report them more frequently than we do here.

I am not trying to generalize.  I am sure there are some really GOOD drivers there.  Don't get all offended if you live in Arizona.  I'm just sayin...

Judge Not... unless you are doing something stupid and need to be told to pull your head out

I'm watching GMA this morning.  And I see the headline for the next story... Chemical Peels at age 9. 

Are you freaking kidding me?  Who in their right mind, are letting their children get chemical peels.  That would be like me taking Diva#1 to the Spa for her soft, sensitive, baby-like skin to get burned off.  I may as well just take a blow torch to her face by myself.  Have you ever had a Chemical Peel?  Those suckers hurt!  Of course I have to watch the story.

I am horrified.  And yes, I am totally judging these mothers.  It's bad enough we are taking 14 and 15 year old girls in to get boob jobs or a little lypo.  I'm all about taking the Divas with me to get their toe nails painted.  Or get their hair done.  They love being pampered.  And I am ok with that.  But seriously!  If Diva#1 came to me and asked for a Chemical Peel... what would I say?

They interviewed a couple top salons in New York and they said their clients are coming in younger and younger.  Some as young as 7.  SEVEN!!!  Super Nanny would not be happy ... not happy at all.

Well that's all I have to say.  Have to run... I am taking Diva#1 in for her tattoo, Diva#2 is getting her navel pierced and Diva#3 is getting 3 studs put in her eyebrow.  Chemical Peels?  No way!  That was so 15 minutes ago! 

What's in a Name?

What Melissa Means...

You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.
You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.
You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.
You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.
You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.
You have the classic "Type A" personality.

What YOUR name means

Pizza Night

A couple weeks ago, we had Diva#3's boyfriend, Kyson over along with my nephew, Jonah.  We let them all make their own pizzas.  It was too cute.  They had a blast.  The cutest part was seeing how Kyson looks at his "girlfriend" - endearingly.  LOL.  Oh and then the next morning, Jonah found pieces of pizza for breakfast.  Ewww.  Yummy.

 

Help! I've been kidnapped!

To my PREVIOUS Owner,

You abandoned me.  You left me alone - sitting in the basement of your BFF.  You should be ashamed of yourself.  Didn't I treat you right?  Didn't I make your NEW haircut look HOT with my bright color?  Didn't I make you feel SEXY?  What did I ever do to receive such treatment?

Well, I have a NEW owner now!  She wears me with pride.  Never leaves me at another person's house.  She wears me with her SEXY strappy red sandals.  I think I just might go to Arizona with HER. 

Now who's abandoing who???

What happens when you get 3 girls together... late at night... to play dress up

REALITY

Deep within my organized chaos (aka REALITY) I came to the following conclusion...

I NEED MORE MEDS!

Last night, I was up with Diva#3.  She was not feeling well and had just fallen asleep.  I was having struggles with this because she being the small little thing that she is, HAD to have the big couch while I had to squeeze onto the love seat.  Good thing she is NOT high maintenance. 

I'm laying there and all of a sudden, I hear babies crying.  At first, I thought maybe it was Wee Man next door.  Thought of him getting croup from Diva#3 and hanging out on the porch made me cringe.  Second thought was Mr. Ally having another one of his trantrums.  Nope.  Wrong again. I ran upstairs to check on the big Divas and they were sound asleep.  Okay, I am losing it.  I went back downstairs to my comfortable loveseat (because God forbid I am actually NOT there if Diva#3 wakes up - such a pleasant child when she is sick) and I hear it again only LOUDER.  I look out every window.  I see nothing.  The crying is getting louder.  I am getting a little nervous.  I am convinced that I will open my front door and find a baby on my porch that I am expected to raise.  Time to call in the BIG GUNS.

It's 1:30am.  I go in and wake up MH.  I tell him I hear babies crying and he has to come check it out.  Being the sweet (but extremely tired and irritable) husband that he is he comes to the living room, checks the windows and says he can't hear anything.  He opens the door.  You're probably thinking that he finds nothing.  That I am just crazy.  That the stress is getting to me.  Well, you are WRONG!

We find 2 stupid cats arguing with each other.  Now, please if you love animals that is fine.  Don't judge me because I really don't like cats at all.  Especially when 2 of them are sitting on MY front porch, whining to each other, keeping me from sleeping and making me look like a crazy person!! 

I'm going to take my meds now... with a Vodka shooter.   

Seriously??

I thought I was a controlling-I have to know everything you do- type of mom until I read THIS. 

Has it really gone this far that we, as moms, have to create fake MySpace accounts to find out what our kid's friends think of them?  Wouldn't it be better just to be involved in our kids' lives and KNOW??  Isn't it our jobs as Moms to protect our children and help other moms' children to feel safe in our home? 

I know for a FACT it is NOT our job to create such turmoil in another childs' life that they decide to end theirs!

Pathetic.  Wrong.  Disturbing.

I'm just sayin...