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Name: Mellissa
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Birthday: 1/6/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: My Jones, kurt vonnagut, coffee and more coffee, painting, singing in key, baths with candles and the venture brothers playing in the background, jones hugs and kisses, cooking in my little kitchen.
Expertise: coffee. bragging about my husband. chalk art, sharpies of doom and drawing chaotic order or in other words, my *bleeped* up imagination.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  washuugirl
Member Since:
8/5/2005
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| It feels strange to have my house to myself after nearly six months of house guests. After awhile, you get used to the idea of a person, the comforting presence, even though you may not enjoy their company at the moment, at least they were there to break the mundane of life at times.
And now here I am, alone again. With T and her baby gone and Jones kidnapping Joe for weeks on end, I find myself out of sorts with the world at the moment. Taking care of Penny, drawing my cartoons for the local paper and making jewelery until I can find a job are tops on the list for my agenda.
Penny is my sunshine and she can pull anyone out of a bad mood with her smile. As I was filling out applications today, she smiled at most of the co-workers that came and gawked at her, and in record time, decided that I had the most beautiful child. This one woman kept coming around in five minute intervals, papers in hand, rushing around to get things in order and yet, she came around the corner and just melted for Penelope and her sweet smile.
Penny has found not only her very tasty fist but is beginning to find her feet as well. I expect to wake up one morning to find her grabbing her toes and popping them in her mouth. Her favorite song for me to sing is "the wheels on the bus" promptly followed by "head and shoulders". When I start wheels on the bus, I hold the first word so she can recognize it and when I start to sing she just bursts into this huge smile. Almost as if she is saying, "I LOVE THIS SONG!"
I'm sure God smiles when she wakes up in the morning smiling, ready for the day, just so happy to be a wiggly, giggly baby. We are beginning to work on the hand gestures for Jesus loves me. Not the sign language, that takes a little more coordination, but just little hand gestures for right now. she loves singing with her mommy.
Last weekend was my birthday and I recieved a pampered treatment from Ben, he gave me a pedicure, bought a kit from bed, bath and beyond, took me home after a delicious dinner and proceeded to beautify my feet for the better part of an hour. it was most excellent.
*le sigh*
I just hate it that he had to leave the next morning. Here I sit, in his army long sleeved t-shirt and it has his body wash on it...smells so good. I wear it to bed so I can pretend that he's laying next to me so I wont feel so lonely.
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| Annual gift giving day was a success. Although Ben and I didnt exchange presents this year, mainly due to the fact that all he wanted was for me to get a job and all i wanted was for him to be home. to a point I got my gift, until we realized that ben was going to be home all of 24 hours and then had to go back out on the road.
*le sigh*
so much to do today, and i find myself dragging to the ground this diminished corpse to my faithful coffee maker, in the hopes of inspiring kinetic energy in my bones for the day. many people to call and negotiate with and many places to run to with the possibilities of putting food on the table and keeping a happy bottle in my happy babies mouth.
As i make the list in my head of places to run to i can sincerly thank the Lord that I have the ability to run to these places. if it werent for the kindness and generosity of my family, i'm not exactly sure i would be leaving the house. Please pray that i get this job in yellow springs, being a teller. its not so much that i want this job, i need it. and the fact that it is in my favorite place in the world, makes it all that more appealing.
ah well, c'est la vie. Happy New Years, folks. | | |
| i hate being immobile.
no truck, having to depend and wait on people is most iratating.
oi.
Big date plans for this weekend. My Jones comes home and we are dropping Penny off for the night at Moms and then we are off to Columbus.
It is afterall the date capitol of Ohio.
I crow victoriously this morning, I just read Penny to sleep! ha. hahahahaha. Now for five minutes of peace.
Maybe I'll get dressed and then drink some coffee. | | |
| East Bound Hauling
Voices come in despite the crackles and pops on the other line,
Further and farther you drive,
Seeing only survival on the line
And patiently we watch the horizon
You can see us
Standing like stone by the glass window pane
Waiting for you
Like a long pale cigar that
Waits for a drag or
A drink that should be downed in one
Smooth motion-
Ice melts on the bottom slowly,
Like time that passes me by
So sluggish and sodden down with wet, inky tears
I stand still with our love in my arms
Encompassed in my
Ill-fitting finery and she in blankets of pink,
We look towards the everlong road
Willing your headlights on towards us.
East-bound hauling towards our heart and your home,
Drive hard, my love.
Drive home.
M.R.Saffer | | |
| Where I once tried to save money for that cute shirt that i found at
american eagle or maybe those great pair of shoes at pay less, i now
find myself trying to save money for a pack of diapers or some formula
that might be on sale at Wal-greens.
Isn't it amazing how our priorities change once we have children?
When
I got married, my priorities didnt change that much, meaning; i didnt
change that much. Now that I have a child, my world is totally
different. My views have changed, my faith has changed, my marriage has
changed. There is not a doubt in my mind that when I looked at Penny,
the world had changed as well. I find myself looking at things with new
eyes, and in that, I see that the younger version of me, the
20-something college student has gone now, replaced by the 20-something
mommy.
Sure, I still go to college but what remains of that
mindset? I feel as though there is a deeper feeling to everything now,
because I am so wholly in love with my daughter and want to provide for
her every need.
The core fact remains that I am still the same
person. Still slightly irresponsible, still cant remember details,
still messy and unkempt. But I think I'm better now. Better than I ever
was, if that makes sense.
Thus ends my thoughts for the day. Now to go pick up Penny and be a Mom. | | |
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