Tuesday, September 3, 2013

One more time with feeling...

I changed my blog address one more time. Please visit me there!


Thursday, July 25, 2013

New Life. New Blog...

As of the end of June, I was laid off from my job of 12 years. That called for a new start and a new blog. If you follow me here, you can now find me there:


Come visit the new me!

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

It's Time.

I just noticed that Blogger has a way for you see all your draft blog posts. This is good because there have been many times when I've started writing and just stopped because it wasn't coming out the way I wanted it to. And then I just never posted it.

But then there were times I kept them as drafts on purpose. One day right after my father passed away, I wrote out what happened that day and then saved it as draft so that I wouldn't forget it. I've always known it was there, but it was kind of buried among all the other posts. I never could get to it easily. But I found it today. I also found the posts regarding one of the last conversations I had with my father.

None of them are easy to read. In fact, I just skimmed the post about "that day" because it was going to make me cry. It's way too traumatic to publish...ever.

The anniversary is coming up soon. Four years. Four. It's hard to believe it's been that long. The fact that he isn't here to watch his only grandson graduate high school breaks my heart. Man, he would be proud.

He would also be proud I quit smoking. One time someone asked him how he would feel if I smoked and he said he would be fine as long as I eventually quit. I guess he meant before I got too old to quit or something like that. But it just shows you how awesome he was. He supported me no matter what I did.

He would also be proud that I figured out a way to get on Ebay and buy myself a cheap laptop. He loved Ebay. The last time I looked, his profile and feedback is still there. All those hard to find Weebles he used to get me. The Scotty dogs and old toys he'd find for my mom. All of that was still there. But I haven't looked in awhile.

He would also find me inexpensive computers. Usually from auctions at his work. My first book was written on an old desk top with the Windows nobody used. Windows Me I think. I wrote it all on the Wordpad since I didn't even have Microsoft Office. But it worked! Later on, he bought me a laptop that was a little more advanced. But now I have to find my own way. I'm getting there...

I'm ready to look forward now and not backwards. That's why I'm going to start working on my writing again. I go back and forth between wanting to do another romance or a memoir. Maybe I'll do both!

So many milestones this year. I'm hoping by this time next year, I'll have something written up and ready to submit! I can do it! I know I can! Ok, now I just sound crazy. But if I can quit smoking and lose 35 lbs within a year, I can write a book. Maybe this weird, magical and powerful person that has taken over my body will help with that too!

I just know that life is too short and it's time to just be getting to it... I need to be more than a crazy cat lady! A crazy cat lady who happens to be a writer. That sounds much better...

Melanie Anderson
Crazy Cat Lady Writer

Until next time...

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Getting Schooled

My husband was watching a movie last night on Showtime and it was one of those "smart" movies with a twist that you don’t figure out until the end. I've never really liked those kinds of movies. I like movies with a pretty straightforward and predictable ending. I don't like my movies to make me feel stupid. It's probably why I like Adam Sandler movies…

Anyway, even though I didn't want to watch it, I was still curious.

Me: "What movie is this?"

Him: "Source Code."

Me: "What's that male actor's name? I know he's pretty famous."

Him: "No, isn't."

Me: "Yes, he is. Press the info button."

He presses info. Me: "See, Jake Gyllenhaal. He is famous!"

Him: "No, he's not."

Me: "Yes, he is!" (We are obviously very civilized and mature).

Him: "Just because he dated Taylor Swift doesn't mean he's famous."

Me: *stunned silence* "How the hell did you know he dated Taylor Swift? I didn't even know that!"

Him: "Oh and he dated that girl from That 70's Show."

Me: "Ok, How did you know THAT?"

Him: "From that magazine." He points behind him to the bathroom.

Yes, this is what happens when I put my Entertainment Weekly's into his "library" in the bathroom. Maybe I should start putting in magazines about spoiling your wife or about making a million dollars. Is there a book for men about how to not be babies when they are sick? The possibilities are endless!

In the meantime, I'm Googling Jake Gyllenhaal. I wouldn't put it past him to just make up these things to mess with me...

Monday, May 7, 2012

Let's Go to the Mall!

My son and I went shopping for a suit this weekend. That's what he wants to wear for his graduation, so that's what we're getting! We ended up at the mall. The mall!

Sadly, my son thinks malls are actually just for shopping. It's not the 80's where the mall was THE hang out place. Maybe once in awhile one of your friends had babysat or had a parent who would give them enough money to buy a tape or record, but most of the time you had a little bit of money for the eatery or the arcade. That was it. No shopping at the mall!

I asked him if he'd seen Fast Times at Ridgemont High and he hadn't. That just shocked me! What kind of education have I given this boy?? Maybe I should buy it for his graduation present! Welcome to adulthood son! "No shoes, no shirt, noooo dice"

We passed a Spencers and I was like, "I met one of my first boyfriends at a Spencers!"

I could tell he was just humoring me when he said, "Yeah?"

"Yes. But at my mall, the Spencers was two levels and he followed me up to the second level while all my friends were down below playing with the adult toys--"

Him interrupting: "Yeah, ok."

I guess he didn't enjoy that story.

We passed a store selling prom dresses. I told him, "You ruined it for me being a boy. I didn't get to buy you a prom dress!"

Him: "You could've bought me one but good luck getting me to wear it."

It's just all going so fast. The days of the malls. My son's childhood. It's all such a blur. Kind of like when you turn on one of those vibrating toys they sell at Spencers...

Good times. Good times.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Catnip Mom's

This morning I was pulling away from my house when a cat passed in front of my car. It was the baby mama of the kittens, who we haven't seen in weeks now. Well, she hasn't LET us see her in weeks. She stopped and looked at me and I looked at her and this is the conversation I imagined happened:

Her: "What are you looking at?"

Me: "I don't know. I guess the cat that had four babies and then LEFT THEM AT MY HOUSE." I swear she's like one of those crack moms’s who has a bunch of kids and then leaves them with her mom so she can get more crack. But I'm not really sure what the cat equivalent to crack would be. Catnip? Is there a dealer in the neighborhood?

Her: "Hey, I weaned them and taught them to hunt. What more could you want?"

Me: "Yeah, that's great. They hunt very small mice and bugs. But they don't eat them. They just wait for us to feed them."

She gives a little cat shrug. "Hey, if you keep feeding them, they will always be deadbeats."

She does have a point. And I really should be going down the road. This is a very long imaginary conversation I'm having with a cat. And other cars might eventually come a long...

People always tell me that if I stop feeding the kittens, they will go away. But how can I do that? They look at me with their spooky yellow eyes and I'm pretty sure they will find a way to kill me if I did. Plus, I'm pretty sure this is a bit of empty nest syndrome creeping up. Not that my son will be leaving the house that soon. But the point is, HE COULD. And I couldn't do a thing about it. The law isn't even be on my side anymore!

I guess if I just keep feeding him, he won't go anywhere. It's a shame it's too late to be a crack mom. This would be so much easier!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Things that make you grrr....

As I go through this thing called life, I've noticed that, although I'm a pretty laid back person, there are things that will anger me for no real reason whatsoever. There's no rational reason for it. It just is. So I wrote them up in a list.

Things that anger me for no rational reason:

1. Those family stickers on people's cars. You know what I mean. The mom, the dad, the kids... The other day, I shit you not, I saw a turtle and a fish on someone's car. Yes, even the fish rate a sticker now. Whenever one of those people cut in front of me or even gently change lanes in front of me, I just want to step on the gas and rear end them. Why? No reason. Cute things apparently annoy me.

2. BMW's and their drivers. Since I live and work in the DC metropolitan area, there are a lot of people with more money with me. A lot more money. A LOT. I'm fine with this. They "usually" work hard for it and deserve it. (I'm thinking of some government workers and politicians when I say "usually"). But as soon as I see a BMW, I get angry. And I see a lot of them. On the way to work this morning, I was thinking of this list and looked around and saw two of them right at that moment. They just seem like such pretentious show-off cars. At least with a Mercedes or a Lexus, you give the appearance of class. You are refined without being flashy. BMW is just like, "Hey, here is my money in YOUR face!"

There's this BMW at my work, that I swear to God, looks just like a penis. It has an elongated front end. It's like the definition of phallic. It just screams, "If you had money, you could drive in a giant penis too! Here's my penis car IN YOUR FACE!"

3. Justin Moore's song, "If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away." Only country music fans will know what I'm talking about. And I'm pretty sure one of my friends ranted about this on Facebook as well, but this song makes me so angry. The song itself is pretty. It's the lyrics that are the problem. The premise of the song is that if heaven wasn't so far away, he would:
"I'd pack up the kids and go for the day. Introduce them to their grandpaw."

He goes on mentioning all the other assorted relatives and people he has lost that he would visit in heaven. But I think what bothers me if that you can't do that. It's pointless to think about it. Those who have lost someone close to them know that this is just dangerous thinking. You have to move on. If there's a heaven or not (everyone has their opinion), we won't know until it's our time.

Every time that song comes on and I feel myself singing along, I get angry all over again. Who is this guy to stir up these emotions?

4. Speaking of emotions. Another thing that angers me is when a song purposely manipulates me into crying. Has anyone heard the song, "I'll Walk." OMG. Talk about freaking annoying. Here is the song in a nutshell.

A couple go to their prom.
On the way home they get into a fight.
She demands he lets her out of the car so she can walk. "I'll walk." She says.
He agrees, although it's night out, and for some odd reason she's wearing a black dress to prom. I guess that's what chicks do nowadays. I don't know.
She then gets hit by a truck. Or is it a car? Does it matter? Maybe it was a train.
She can't walk.
He drives to the hospital guilt-laden, as he should be. Why would you let a teenage girl walk alone at night?!? Hello???
But of course she's a martyr and is like, "It's ok. I'll walk."
I guess he sticks around for awhile (out of guilt) and finally he asks to marry her (out of guilt).
She's at the wedding in her wheelchair and she's like, "I'll walk." And stands up. It's a miracle!!

If you don't believe me, listen to it:

It's awful. If you write a song that touches me enough to cry, it's wonderful. It's cathartic. But if I know you are writing a song just to get me to cry, I get pissed.

Christmas Shoes anyone?

I guess that's all for today. That's probably more than enough. Until next time... I'll walk to my penis car with the stickers on it and crank up some tunes... Maybe I'll visit my Grandpaw. WTF?