Wednesday, November 05, 2003 :::
Brenna is a saint and now my domain is active and it takes you to my fancy new TypePad site.
I love you Brenna.
Goodbye you fucking Banner Ads, Hello TypePad.
::: posted by Melissa at 9:46 AM
Monday, November 03, 2003 :::
::Much More Than A Store....So Much More
I paid a visit to my local Organized Living store this weekend.
Is it odd I had an orgasm while looking at this closet set up?
Organized Living is a dream of mine...someday I plan to achieve it. I think I'll start once the kids go to boarding school.
::: posted by Melissa at 10:42 PM
Sunday, November 02, 2003 :::
::This Is Wrong
The soundtrack of the summer I attended driving school is chock full of way too much Richard Marx.
However, I have yet to get a speeding ticket in the last 14 years I've been driving. It's really hard to drive recklessly when you have the Richard Marx Collection running through your mind over and over.
::: posted by Melissa at 9:29 PM
Friday, October 31, 2003 :::
For the first time in the last 84 years, Halloween in Michigan is a balmy 70 degrees. It's downright tropical. In contrast, the other 84 years have been cold, very cold. Usually raining, sometimes snowing.
As a result, costumes in Michigan involve layers. Several of them. As a child, my mother continually ruined my costume by piling on clothing underneath. Coats, long underwear, wool sweaters. I distinctly remember the year I was, by default, a Sumo Wrestling Ballerina.
Of course, now that I'm a mother, I also wrap my children in several layers before we go trick or treating. This is the first year I can remember where layering would really put you at risk for heat stroke.
And of course, it figures, this is the year I dressed my son as an Eskimo.
He was kind of warm.
::: posted by Melissa at 6:45 PM
Thursday, October 30, 2003 :::
::I Knew It!
I always suspected this is what 'Going On Location' meant in the ad world, but now I know for sure.
FYI: Pants is 'Andy' in this scenario.
::: posted by Melissa at 3:09 PM
Wednesday, October 29, 2003 :::
::Trick Or Treat!
This afternoon I'll be taking the children to my husband's office to parade around in their Halloween costumes.
Once I made these really great costumes. It was my Tour De Force. A turtleneck onesie, some fiber fill, a little felt, yellow tights and feather boas and Voila! Chicken and Egg!
I'm not sure if you are aware of this, but it's no accident my initials are M.S. like a certain Martha Stewart.
Now my children want to have control over what they wear for halloween...and I'm uninspired by their desires. A dog...again and a lion... Also, somewhere between the Chicken and the Egg year...I've gotten lazy, really lazy.
So, we're going to this thing at the office. My children are really scared of new things and new people. Hmmm...I just can't imagine where they got this trait?
They are afraid of upper level management, cubicles, anyone in tech support, graphic designers, senior graphic designers, anyone who relies on a mouse and the double click to make their living and Jesus Christ puh-leeze keep any and all Creative VP's away from them! Oh, they also don't like automatically revolving doors and all Halloween decor and if it makes a noise or looks like a witch, they will wet their pants.
This is what our trot through the office is going to look like:
Max: 'We GO HOME NOW???? We go home now????'
Madison: inaudible whining, punctuated with the occasional, 'Trick or treat.'
Me: 'It's okay...this is fun! We're having fun!' 'Oh! Hello boss, hello other boss...in charge of our family's well being and survival...so nice to see you again. Yes, this is my puppy and my lion....well, yes [Fill In This Blank With Some Excuse...he didn't nap long, they have an aversion to management, he hasn't shit in like 5 days now...you'd be grumpy too!, etc, etc]'
I've bid a fond farewell to my friend Zoloft, and I think I've done pretty well without the antidepressant in my life. However, perhaps an antipessimism would better serve my needs now.
Trick or Treat!
Update: As predicted the boy repeated like a drone: 'We go home now?' Over and over. Unpredicted, a writer from the office repeatedly offered me a job...although, when I asked if Jeep was hoping to use 'Fuck' in their newest campaign, he seemed to back off. Madison, was nothing but charming and sweet and I underestimated her newfound maturity. Also unexpected, the overwhelming jealousy I feel that my husband spends his days in a space free of Hungry Hungry Hippos and surrounded with other adults capable of forming meaningful conversation...and not "Wee doh way's" AND he makes money. Damn him.
::: posted by Melissa at 2:15 PM
Tuesday, October 28, 2003 :::
::How Cool Is This?
I have a very talented friend and he is very good at drawing pictures. He should be selling his designs to many many greeting card companies.
We got this halloween card today, and not only is it well done...it also makes me kick myself in the ass for never having 'A Very Fez Halloween'
A drink in hand and a Fez on your head makes everything fun...even if you are seriously lacking any skin or internal organs.
Upon further consideration, I think the only way my mother in law could ever be tolerable to me is if she were wearing a Fez, all the time, and if I were drinking several of those drinks.
::: posted by Melissa at 11:43 PM