tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84494687092970491602024-03-13T05:40:23.616-05:00The BonBon BabeMelindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449468709297049160.post-10732663453557844552012-06-11T17:00:00.000-05:002012-06-11T21:45:21.153-05:00Let Them Eat Ca--...HmmmIt never fails; midday rolls around and I'm pulling out my hair, trying to think up something for supper.
I happily would kiss all ten toes on the feet of anyone who'd call me each day and just tell me what to cook.
You'd think I never go near my stove.
But I do.
I can remember I cook. I just can't remember what I cook.
Somewhere between the last time I fix a dish and today, I experience Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449468709297049160.post-53828812851567066692012-06-04T12:38:00.004-05:002012-06-05T11:19:57.414-05:00When We Bleed Red, White & BlueToday I stood on a grassy bank at the edge of a thoroughfare and waved a little American flag.
PFC Cale Clyde Miller
I was just one of what the news stations said were hundreds who gathered to honor a hometown hero.
His name was Cale C. Miller. He was a private first class in the U.S. Army. He was 23 years old.
Cale not only voluntarily put himself in harm's way in the service of country, Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449468709297049160.post-13092217731809207612012-05-25T09:35:00.000-05:002012-05-25T12:11:44.310-05:00ByeBye, Baby(fat)
Now that my IC is under control, I have to get back on the path
to better overall health.
In fact, I’ve decided it’s time to say goodbye to some excess
poundage.
If you’re willing to help keep me accountable, then leave a
comment and let me know you’ll be watching and encouraging.
In return, I will
post progress reports.
I’m officially giving my unwanted baggage its walkingMelindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449468709297049160.post-56948460156114142332012-05-21T09:47:00.000-05:002012-05-21T09:51:34.863-05:00Hanging by a ThreadDon't you just love a good prank?
I was reading Yahoo News this morning and found this funny video of teachers pulling a fast one on their high school pupils. While the students of Abby Kelley Foster Charter School in Worcester, Mass., are giving heartfelt testimonials, the teachers definitely are marching--or should I say dancing--to the beat of a different drum. (The Whitney Houston song was Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449468709297049160.post-49924729205664807212012-05-18T10:24:00.001-05:002013-05-19T15:05:26.373-05:00Dreams of Mexico
Today I have been thinking of the awesome work trip I took to Tijuana, Mexico, with Global Tribe. So, I thought I'd post a story I wrote for the organization not long after returning to the United States in July 2007. The post is lengthy, but the story is worth it. A part of my heart is still with the people I met there.
And the experience changed my life.
Global Tribe Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449468709297049160.post-30243109298062144872012-05-14T11:13:00.002-05:002012-05-14T17:00:36.662-05:00It Takes a (Facebook) VillageI’m thinking Mark Zuckerberg
got it wrong.
Instead of Facebook, he
should’ve called his social media site In-Your-Face-Book.
We'd all like to pretend we don’t know
what I’m talking about.
The family gathers for a
holiday celebration, and some artistic genius with
a camera starts clicking off shots of anyone and anything that moves. (I’m never the artistic
genius, by the way, Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449468709297049160.post-29506083753304962352012-05-09T11:40:00.000-05:002012-05-09T11:45:46.615-05:00mte!Sometimes I find myself thinking in abbreviations.
Silly, ikr? See what I mean?
Even so, I often spell out the words when I text--seems more professional. I also tend to jabber on and on, one or two screens worth--not professional. Oh, well.
My son says I'm the slowest texter in the world. I wonder why he thinks that? (insert sarcasm here) Maybe it's because he generally types one partial, Melindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449468709297049160.post-84304623543265044172012-05-07T12:32:00.000-05:002012-05-09T11:49:56.584-05:00Right Under Your NoseSo I was hunting on m-w.com for the definition of a word and accidentally came across this from the list of "Words for Things you Didn't Know had Names":
What is the vertical groove between a person's nose and lip?
Any guesses?
If you said philtrum, then you nailed it.
Lots of ways to remember that word.
Try this: The woman threw a tantrum when no one told her before her blind dateMelindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046607846321815457noreply@blogger.com2