So... I have decided that come Monday morning, I am going to make a boiling cup of tea. Yes, I said boiling. I must make sure it stays as hot as possible between making it, and arriving at the hell hole some people may refer to as my "work". No. The tea is not for me, I actually don't really care for tea at all. The tea is for my supervisor, whom at this point I've expressed my hatred for a countless number of times (mostly to the love of my life, bless his heart.. I know he's tired of hearing about it already). This woman is the spawn of Satan himself. No really! She is a self proclaimed chihuahua. Tell me. Why? Why would a person compare themselves to the most annoying, yipping, jittery animal created? Maybe... because she is the epitomy of that very animal.

So now you're probably wondering why in the sam hell I would want to bring her tea? Well, because up to this point I didn't realize how much I missed looking through the wittiness of Maxine. She just has a way of making a person feel all warm and cozy inside, yanno? Or maybe it's just in my twisted, screwed up lil mind, who knows. But regardless, after a very long day at the hell hole today, that very wittiness has made me feel a little better. (my first choice was curling up in said love of my life's arms... but he is away, so this was as good as it gets.)

Take a look at the Daily Maxine I posted down there. It's worth it, I promise. And if you don't think it is, well... screw you, man! It will at least make this post make a little more sense.

So here's to shitty days, hell holes, and pouring those boiling cups of tea in the som'bitches lap that is annoying you!

Until then...

I told you I would return to tell you what has been goin on in my life, but I didn't say when that would occur. ::insert angelic smile here:: Yes, dammit! I DID say angelic, what is wrong with you?

Ok, so I reviewed my last post, noticed that it was from March, and also noticed my comment, "...and is still changing right now.". Wow! It's almost as if I had some sorta weird premonition. Yeah, yeah, I know! Once again, what in the sam hell am I talking about. Well here goes...

Up to that point, my "husband" that you have heard me talk about had left... just walked out the door, never even so much as laying eyes on my precious little daughter (barely a three year old at the time) again. I wasn't working, and had surgery on my the tendons in my left arm and was in a cast for 8 weeks. All of this by November, 2006. As if all of that wasn't enough for me to deal with...

Christmas came and went, and although a tight budget, with the help of my amazing family and friends, and it was bright smiles and giggles that morning. That February I finally got my head out of my ass long enough to realize that Jason was an asshole in more ways than I could count, and filed for divorce. That was a huge thing for me, as I never thought I would have been walking that road again (not that anyone does.) Then April rolls around, I'm really struggling financially at this point, but jobs are just scarce. Tired, exasperated, and just to the point that I'm not giving a shit about too much... My whole world is turned upside down.

I had been having chest pains for about a week. Not all too surprising, stress will cause a person to have anxiety attacks and such, right? Well April 14th, 2007 the pains got so bad, that I could do nothing more than lay in my bed in a fetal position crying, BEGGING God to just. make. it. stop. Finally after hours of what felt like an eternity, morning came, and the pains were on a tolerable level. More an annoyance at this point than anything else. Got the little one up, and started my day. However, by afternoon, it seemed to start flaring up again. I just couldn't go through another nite like I just had. I knew I couldn't handle it. So I waited for my older two to get home from their Dads, tell them to not get too comfy, and off I drove to drop the kids at my parents... then into the ER with me. That was Sunday.

This is where I will just fast forward and tell you that by first thing Wednesday morning, I was laying in a OR with my chest cracked open about to have a quadruple bypass. No, I'm not old enough to have such things (go ahead, I'll wait while you look up my age.... or I can just tell you that I was 36 when it happened). I only stayed in the hospital for about a week total, but the healing process for such an evasive surgery is long, as in months long, and very painful. If you're bored today, I do not recommend you putting this on your To-Do list. I'm just sayin...

I am healed now, and without chest pains most days. I am at this point still "single", however, I have had the honor of meeting the most incredibly amazing man. He brings so much to my life, and ceases to amaze me every single day. He and I are so much alike it would be scary if I didn't enjoy it so much! Everything, on every level is damn near perfect. Yeah, yeah I know, nothing is perfect. But listen! This is my blog, my writing, and if I want to call it perfect, than perfect it is! =)~ ::Now before I write this next part I know ya'll are just gonna think something like "oh sure, that's what everyone thinks in the beginning... but it's different, I'm just sayin...:: We have this magical connection with one another that is just completely mind boggling. I don't know how else to describe this to you, as I've never before in my life experienced it. But I will say... I love it, and him! He's a treasure that I am thankful for every single day. =)

So, enough about me. We'll talk kids! (of course one of my favorite subjects.) I have come to the realization that my kids are now too damn old to be MY kids. I'm still a kid myself, so how could any little teeny tiny baby of MINE be able to reach the peddles to drive a vehicle? Yes! One of my precious babies is driving. She will turn 16 in just a couple short months in January. Is a self proclaimed "hard core softball player that lives and breaths the sport". She has a boyfriend, whom (so far) I have no real complaints about, but there is still time for that, don't worry. Is still a honor student, and all around wonderful, smart, and beautiful girl. Then my son, my baby (at one time, but will always be). He too, somehow poofed into a teenager (and I might add took on the typical teenager role of driving me insane). He is very good at it though, so don't fret! He is an honor student. Prides himself in his perfect attendance records he has, and once again working toward. Is a pita typical teenager. And a pita, typical teenager -- Oh oops? Did I already mention that? lol I've come to the conclusion that this boy could hand pick a new girlfriend every day for like.... eternity? He is a very popular kid. He is very handsome (yes I'm partial.... and YES! YOU WOULD THINK SO TOO!) He is very smart, and the girls... aww hell! EVERYBODY just loves him to death. Then there is the little one. She is a little pistol I'm tellin ya. What those other two kids of mine failed to do (kill me off)... SHE is gonna do it! lol She started Kindergaren this year. Rides the bus. Yanno, do all the things that the grown-up get to do. She can be, (insert pause here) a pita. But when she's learning from someone as good as her brother, it's no wonder! lol She loves school. Is super smart (from eating all the Smarties, as she tells me) and learning very quickly. She is a beautiful little girl, from the inside out!

So after going through what seemed like hell and back, my life has settled down for the most part, but more importantly, I'm happy with me, just as I am. And thank God for small favors there! That is something that a treasure every single day.

Here's to my bright future, and to yours! CHEERS!!

Until then....

Not quite sure who will actually see this, but figured what the hell anyway! LMAO So much has changed in my life.. and is still changing right now. Thinking about coming back here, not quite sure if I will or not. I miss all of you more than you know, and I do still pop in and check on ya'll!! I'll try to get back here quicker than I did this time to fill ya'll in on just what the hell I'm talkin about! LOL Here's to the past, and the memories ... and change .. and a bright future! CHEERS!

Until then...

I'm not disappearing again... but I will be away for a couple days. Hubby's leaving on Sunday for active duty for a little bit, so I've got to get his stuff ready for him now so that I don't have to waste my time with him over the weekend doing it.

Other than that. All's well here in "Melis World". LOL My son's Bday was Monday, and he ended up having a pretty good, although very busy, day. So Happy Birthday to him! =)

I hope all is well with ya'll.. and I promise that I'll get over to your blogs to find that out! =)

Until then...

This is something that really hit me hard and I wanted to pass along to ya'll. I think way to many people put what really is unimportant in the big scheme of things at the top of their list. I hope ya'll enjoy...

Bank Account

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.

"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied.

"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. "It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing." Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

Until then...