Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Extreme Makeover: Mel's Life

I've had a lot going on in my life recently, as I am sure some of my "avid listeners" can tell. I'm doing fine, for those who care. I will make it through this rough time a stronger, more beautiful person.

In the mean time, I'm going through a "demolition and reconstruction" phase... of my blog, my marriage, and my life.

Look in the next day or two for my new place, as I have changed a few addresses lately. And don't worry, I'll explain all once I get there.

UPDATE: Wedded Bliss is now closed for business.
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Friday, October 07, 2005

Mel's Name Change Kit

I think these were left out of the 'official' Name Change kit:

1. PORN STAR NAME: Lizzy Felsted (name of first pet + street you live on)

2. MOVIE STAR NAME: Amelia Snyders, after Snyder's Pretzels. (grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack)

3. FASHION DESIGNER NAME: Hokie Jake. I LOVE Jake's in Old Town Manassas! (first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant)

4. SOCIALITE NAME: DeeDee Livengood. I learned the fine art of beer pong at Paul Livengood's house in high school. (silliest childhood nickname + first place where you partied)

5. "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: M-Mul. yeah, that just doesn't sound right. (first initial + first three letters of your last name)

6. DETECTIVE NAME: Kitty Osbourn. Has a nice ring, doesn't it? (favorite animal + name of high school)

7. BAR-FLY NAME: Cheeto Especial, after Jose Cuervo Especial:) (last snack food you ate + your favorite drink)

8. SOAP OPERA NAME: Dawn Gordon. Oh yeah. This one really works. (middle name + street where you first lived)

9. ROCK STAR NAME: Twizzler Matthews. But it better be strawberry flavored, none of that original stuff. (favorite candy + favorite musicians last name)

10. OPPOSITE SEX NAME: Ari Verizon. I just realized that almost ALL of my blog friends are women! It's been forever since I commented on a guy's site! (name of [opposite sex] last friend that you commented + cell phone company you use)

11. STAR WARS NAME: Mulean Beaman. Ok, that's just f*ed up. (first 3 letters of your last name+ last 3 letters of mothers middle name /+/ first 3 letters of your pets name + first 3 letters of the town you live)

Inspired by Danielle. So much fun. Wanna play?

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Last night, Hubby and I went to buy a stand for the new TV that we purchased earlier this week. After a few days of deliberations, we finally agreed on a model that suited our tastes. After buying the stand, we headed over to the Merchandise Pick-up area.

Surprise! NOT fully assembled. This could be a problem.

You see, my husband isn't the greatest when it comes to following directions. One time he asked me how much milk to add to Mac-n-Cheese, to which I replied "read the box". Long story short, the Mac-n-Cheese didn't get made.

So, we bring the stand home and open the box. I watch as Hubby unloads the pieces and takes out the instructions. After looking at the first page, he responds "Holy shit". He asks for my help putting the stand together. I sit down on the floor, surrounded by wood pieces and screws, and start to look at the instructions.

After a few minutes into the project, things seem to be going smoothly. I tell Hubby what goes where, place nut here, hammer bolt there... put your right hand in, put your right hand out (Hokie Pokie! That's what it's all about!). I can't believe it, but it's actually starting to look like a TV stand.

We have a few small mishaps, for which we have to back up a couple of steps and take a few things apart, but all-in-all, it went very smoothly. 30 minutes later, we have a fully assembled stand.

When it's all said and done, Hubby comments "Wow. We did it. And we didn't fight AT ALL!"

Now that's love, people.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Sign of the Apocalypse


TomKat is officially pregnant.

Holy shit, I think I am going to vomit.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Tell me what it means

"Did you read my last post?
"I can't remember. I think I did."
"The one about how Buster can respond to commands now?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Really? Well, let me tell you..."
[doggie talk] "Ohhhh, aren't you just the proud puppy mommy? Yes you are! Yes you are!"

What am I supposed to think when my best friend mocks me for bragging about my dog?

Friday, September 30, 2005

Sit, Ubu, Sit. Good dog.

I have the smartest freakin' dog ever. His intelligence amazes me.

To date, he has learned to sit, shake, give high five and high ten, lay down, and stay.

That's 6 commands. And he's only 12 weeks old.

Not only that, but he has figured out how to break out of "doggie prison" (baby gated kitchen). He was also used his incredible powers of deduction to push his crate next to the bed so that he has a step to jump up into the bed.

Shoulda named him Lassie. I think I'm going to enroll him into the police academy.

I swear, if I gave him a sudoku puzzle, he'd have it solved in 30 seconds.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

In case you were wondering...

For once, a real update on what going on in the life of Wedded Bliss.

Actually, I'm having a really hard time right now. I can't get into the details, but please know that I am here, still alive and still breathing.

I'm getting through, one day at a time.

One thing I have learned from my brother's death is that I CAN make it though anything. And just like before, I will make it though this rough patch a stronger person than before.

It helps to know that there are people out there that love and care for me. I found myself reading through my old yearbooks, just to remember that there were people out there that thought I was a great person. I was once a beautiful person, not tainted by reality and depression. I want to be that person again. For my husband's sake, for my family's sake, for my friend's sake, but most of all for ME.

My coping mechanism? SARCASM

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Let the trash talking begin

As we are playing rivals WVU this weekend, and I am in a particular trash talking mood, here is some Hokie Humor for your enjoyment...

George Welsh after many years at the helm of UVA football, passed away. He was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter. "George, you've been a pretty good guy and we've got a place all ready for you," says St. Peter. He takes Coach Welsh by the arm and leads him into Heaven. They are walking down a street paved with gold with magnificent homes on either side. After a little while, they turn into a little bit lesser impressive neighborhood, and then into a pretty non-descript neighborhood and finally stop in front of small bungalow on a back street. The house has an old picket fence around it, some bare spots in the lawn, rather frayed curtains in the windows, and a roof that could use some repair. Hanging from the front porch is a somewhat tattered UVA banner. "Here it is," says St. Peter. Coach Welsh looks around and then sees a magnificent mansion up on a hill. The drive way is paved with gold. The fence is made from silver with alabaster columns. The windows are trimmed in maroon and orange. Members of the Virginia Tech Corps of Cadets guard the gates. A huge Virginia Tech banner flys from a flag pole. George grimmaces and says,
"How come Frank Beamer has such a magnificent home and I get this shabby little bungalow?"
St. Peter replies, "That's not Frank's house, it's God's."

A fellow walks into a bar, orders a drink, and asks the bartender if he'd like to hear a good UVA joke. "Listen buddy," he growled. "See those two big guys on your left? They were both lineman on the UVa football team. And that huge fellow on your right was a world-class wrestler at UVA. That guy in the corner was UVA's all-time champion weight lifter. And I lettered in 3 sports at UVA. Now, are you absolutely positive you want to go ahead and tell your joke here?"
"Nah, guess not," the man replied, "I wouldn't want to have to explain it 5 times."

A man from WVU, UVA, and TECH are all standing in the restroom taking care of business. The man from UVA finishes first. He shakes, zips up and heads to the sink. He uses an obscene amount of soap to wash his hands and pulls all kinds of paper towels to dry them. He goes on to say, "At UVA they teach us to be really clean."
Just about that time, the man from WVU finishes. he shakes, zips up and heads to the sink. He only uses a little bit of soap to wash his hands, and only one paper towel to dry. He says, "At WVU they teach us to be clean, but economical."
At that time the man from Tech finishes his business. He shakes, zips up and just walks out the bathroom. He says, "At TECH, they teach us not to piss on our hands."

There's a guy from UVA (Wahoo) driving from Charlottesville to Blacksburg, and a guy from Va Tech (Hokie) driving from Blacksburg to Charlottesville. In the middle of the night with no other cars on the road they hit each other head on and both cars go flying off in different directions.
The Hokie manages to climb out of his car and survey the damage. He looks at his twisted car and says, "Man, I am really lucky to be alive!".
Likewise the Wahoo scrambles out of his car and looks at his wreckage. He too says to himself, "I can't believe I survived this wreck!" The Wahoo walks over to the Hokie and says, "Hey man, I think this is a sign from God that we should put away our petty differences and live as friends instead of arch rivals."
The Hokie thinks for a moment and says, "You know you're absolutely right! We should be friends. Now I'm gonna see what else survived this wreck." So the Hokie pops open his trunk and finds a full unopened bottle of Jack Daniels. He says to the Wahoo, "I think this is another sign from God that we should toast to our new found understanding and friendship." The Wahoo says, "You're damn right!" and he grabs the bottle and starts sucking down Jack Daniels. After putting away nearly half the bottle the Wahoo hands it back to the Hokie and says, "Your turn!"
The Hokie twists the cap back on the bottle and says, "Nahh, I think I'll wait for the cops to show up."

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

God is a Hokie

"I don't know what a Hokie is, but GOD is one of them" -Lee Corso, College GameDay

Virginia Tech is #3!

Georgia Tech didn't stand a chance. Result: 51-7 win for the Hokies!

Pics from College GameDay and Georgia Tech game

I'm smelling ROSES!

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Don't get too close...

Gross - another head cold. Been feeling bad all week :(

My husband has been gone since Monday. Went home to Indiana to visit his oldest sister, who had surgery on Tuesday. He will be back sometime this weekend, depending on sis-in-law's recovery.

I'm alone, sick, and have to take care of a 11-week old puppy. He got me up every 2 hours last night: 10pm, 12am, 2am, and 4am.

So, I'm tired, sick, and lonely. Ugh, is it the weekend yet?

Excuse the absence. I'll catch up with everyone next week. Thanks for letting me gripe and whine.


Monday, September 19, 2005

Virginia Tech Weekend

I'll let the pictures speak for themselves...

The best weekend EVER.

Friday, September 16, 2005

I feel like a kid on Christmas...

This is the start of a AWESOME weekend.

(And I don't use the word 'awesome' lightly)

I'm going back to my alma mater, VIRGINIA TECH, for the weekend!

Saturday we host the first home game of the season, against Ohio.

Being the first home game, the campus is going to be electric. You will be able to FEEL the spirit in the air, the intensity all around you. Sounds of screaming fans and matching bands, smells of hamburgers and hotdogs roasting at the tailgates, and enough MAROON and ORANGE to color all the leaves in Virginia for the fall!

My first experience to a Virginia Tech football game was in early September of 1999, against JMU. I was a freshman, and had moved onto campus only days before. The excitement was that it was Michael Vick's first collegiate football game, and everyone was anticipating seeing the new star on the field. The feeling the the stadium was nothing like I had ever felt before. There was electricity in the stands. I can't explain it, other than it was one of the most awesome experiences of my life up to that point. A few minutes into the game, we watched Vick dance around the opponent's defense and run towards the end zone. He wasn't fast; he was agile and swift. As he ran through the end zone, a defender took out his legs. He flew up in the air, did a somersault, and landed on the back of his head and neck.


You could hear a pin drop. Everyone was concerned with his well being as trainers ran out on the field. Was he going to be alright? After 5 minutes, he was able to stand, but was still carried off the field. Angered with the bad play, Tech came off the sidelines and crucified the visitors. If I can remember correctly, we walked away from that game with a score of 47-0.

And thus started my obsession with Virginia Tech football.

But the best part about this weekend is that it's GIRLS WEEKEND! My best friend, Christine, and I are going down together. Last time I was with Chris at Tech, we were both freshman and I was dating ZH. So, needless to say, we weren't (we meaning I) as crazy and fun we are today. I am so excited to tear up Tech with my bestest friend!!!!!! Watch out Blacksburg, the Crazy Girls are on their way!

Hokie House and TOTS, here we come!


Thursday, September 15, 2005

...Baby One More Time

UPDATE: They named him Sean Preston.

No new post today, as I am mourning celebrating the birth of the Federspawn.

Welcome to the world, Baby Boy Spears-Federline. I feel oh-so very sorry for you.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Ex Factor

I've been thinking about my Ex a lot recently. I'm not sure why. Maybe because football season has started. Maybe because the new college semester has started, and all I can think about it that beautiful VT campus in southwest Virginia. Maybe it's because I was recently informed that his Dad just wrote a book. Maybe it's all of the above.

Four years ago, I met my Hubby. When we met, I was dating the ex, ZH, for almost 3 years. I was going into my junior year; he had just graduated from Tech and was off to graduate school at Radford (just a few miles from Tech). ZH was preoccupied with his new life as a grad student and his career, and I was starting to notice that he didn't have a place for me in his plans. When he had gotten an apartment, I casually brought up the fact that we could save some money by moving in together at some point. WRONG MOVE. He was furious. There was no way he wanted to move in with me. (Even though he had frequently told me that he wanted to marry me...?) And by his reaction, I could see that we didn't have a future together.

A few days later, I met Hubby. It didn't take me long to fall head over heals for him.

In the meantime, I had to break the news to ZH. I didn't want to tell him about Hubby. It took a long night of discussion over the phone with him about how I wanted him to move on, enjoy his life in grad school, and not worry about me. I didn't want to have an effect on his career. I wanted to be free, as well. I knew that I would hold him back from what he wanted to accomplish in his life, and he knew it also, but didn't want to face it.

ZH found out about Hubby when he came by my room the first night back to school that semester. I had two dozen roses sitting on my desk, and he instantly knew that another man had given them to me. I explained that I was dating another person, and he should be doing the same. I don't remember much of what was said that night, but I do remember that he asked me if he could stay the night. I asked him politely if he wouldn't.

A week or so passed. Then, 9/11 happened. I immediately rushed home to be with my family. When I returned home about 5 days later, my roommate had told me that he had called me quite a few times over the last few days. There was a solemn voice mail from him on our phone. He really wanted to talk to me. He needed to talk to me. So, being a coward, I instant messaged him. I was taken aback when he was rude and callous. ZH said that he really needed to talk to me and why hadn't I called? I explained that I had gone home for a few days. He didn't like my excuse, or didn't believe it.

A few days later, I received a package in the mail. At first, I thought it was from Hubby, so I opened it. Inside was a short letter stating "Here are all of your things back", or something along those lines.

Pictures of us. A card I had given him. Little mementos of our relationship. I am thumbing through it all in slight confusion - Why would he send me all this? Why didn't he just throw it away? And then, I reach the last item.

My brother's obituary. Cut from the paper 2 years before.

At first, I was shocked. Then I got angry. Really angry. The nerve! He sent me back my brother's obit, like I didn't remember he died? Like I had to be reminded? What an ass! It wasn't like this was a trinket of memory from our relationship. This was a slap in the face. And I was pissed.

A few months after the incident, I threw away everything he had sent back to me, except the obit. I don't know why. I think it would feel like I was throwing a piece of my brother away.

Today, I'm still scorned from this. Who, with any shred of decency and character, would send that back to their ex? I understand the pictures and cards, but my brother's funeral announcement? Seriously?

Can anyone explain this to me?

For Kris

kris said...
Oh don't you feel bad about it! They are awesome!
At least you didn't put up another pic of one of those damn turkeys . . .
4:56 PM, September 13, 2005

Um, you mean like this?

#4, baby!

Let's go HOKIES!