Let the Melissa Begin...: 11/01/2005

Thanksgiving Pictures

Here are a couple of pictures I enjoyed of our Thanksgiving dinner. In this picture Lexi is dressed as a peasant woman who's begging for a drumstick. Haha, cute! Hunh?

In this picture, Murphy is sniffing the turkey.

This last picture I like, not because Murphy looks like an obsessed creature, but because of my younger sister, Lindsay in the background. Please feel free to click on this picture for a larger image!!!

Tis the season of...

Parking lot hell!

I tried going to a starbucks this morning, over by my co-worker's place (I was housesitting). The Starbucks maybe had about 10 parking spots, yet there were more than 10 cars. People parked where ever there was space, even if it wasnt a parking spot.

Which is how I almost parked in someone else's spot.

There was a car backing up, so I went to park there after they had left. There was another car I thought was parked who had also been waiting for that same spot before I had arrived.

I made the first move to park, the other car honked.

Which, to a decaf version of me, who thought the other car was empty FREAKED OUT. I quickly backed up my car to give her the spot, then turned to wave a sheepish "sorry about that" wave. By the time I did wave, the lady unrolled her car window so she could give me the finger and yell.

Or, at least, that what I think she was supposed to do.

The poor lady looked worse off than even I am without coffee.

It was like, she couldnt remember WHAT finger was the "mean" finger. So she gave me ALL of them. She gave me the jazz fingers.

And she tried to say something. But from what I could hear, it sounded more like, "Mwablafeet!!!"

I think I just sat there for a second with my mouth hanging open. I had no idea what she was trying to do. So I drove away to a different coffee shop that had parking spots and really good rasberry scones, to avoid running into the crazy lady in Starbucks, who would have probably thrown a packet of equal at me, or something.

While I was sitting and drinking at the safe coffee house, I realized it really IS the holiday season.

And I smiled.

Bad Melissa

I hate filing. So I dont ever do it.

Finally my work caved in and hired at temp to do the filing for a few of our campuses. Because I'm not the only one who doesnt file.

So right as I am typing, RIGHT NOW, the girl is in here filing. She's really cool and friendly.

HOWEVER, she doesnt shut up. I'm trying to concentrate on other things, and she keeps talking about something. I'm really not listening to her at all. I just keep saying "uh-hunh" and "oh" and "haha" Hopefully they are good responses because I have NO idea what she's talking about. Something.....something about her dog....eating water? What?

Now we are talking about her nose. WHY?!

::sigh::

At least I'm not filing. Although, I wonder when she is leaving today. I was excited for kind of a quiet day.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, Y'ALL!!!!

Wednesday

I went to Starbucks today for a quick pick-me-up. I got one of those nummy Peppermint Mochas. It was really good.

But thats not the point of this blog entry.

This point of this blog entry is that people annoy me.

When I was at Starbucks, the girl behind the counter asked how I was doing today. I said, "I cant complain, today is like Wednesday."

The girl gave me a look like I was a two-headed gorilla dressed in a saran wrap dress who was breaking eggs on its head, singing, "We are the Champions" by Queen. Then she said, "Uhhh, nooooo, today's Monday."

Then I said, "Heh, I know. It's like Wednesday."

Then she looked at me some more.

And then I had to further explain, "I dont work Thursday or Friday this week, because of Thanksgiving. So, to me, it's kinda like a Wednesday today. But I know its Monday."

Then she said, "oooh, sure."

And then I felt like an ass. Even though it was she who was the ass in this scenario.

Pour Kelly

Your 1920's Name is:

Queenie George

What's Your 1920's Name?

I dont NOT like Butterfingers.

Jefe: We have stuffed many pinatas for your birthday celebration!
El Guapo: How many pinatas?
Jefe: Many pinatas, many!
El Guapo: Jefe, would you say I have a plethora of pinatas?
Jefe: Yes, El Guapo. You have a plethora.
El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora?

Ugh.

Heeeey hooooo.

I'm on a diet.

And I hate life.

For some unexplainable reason, this morning my comforter smelled like stale cigarettes. I hope I just have a brain tumor or something, instead of my comforter ACTUALLY smelling like stale cigarettes.

::Sigh::

I actually had a pretty great weekend. Friday I went out with the girls for some food. To Benihana. I've only been there several times. It's hard to go with a group of people, you dont get much conversation with them. You can only hear the people who are sitting next to you. Darbie and Jaime sat next to me. It was nice catching up with them.

Then on Saturday, I saw the new Pride & Prejudice. The A&E/BBC version was much better, naturally. But I did win a "Mrs. Darcy" t-shirt, which was cool until I saw the ending of this new P&P. It was dumb. It made me bitter and witty for the rest of the evening.

And then I learned to crochet again.

And on Sunday, I did nothing but lounge around. Sooo sooo nice.

This next weekend I get to see Pride and Prejudice, the play. Which I'm super excited about. My co-workers got it for me on my birthday. Along with the book. And Kurt made me a great bookmark. Made of antler horns. Or a horn. One horn.

It makes me incandescently happy.

Mrs. Daaahcy, Mrs Daaahcy, Mrs. Daaahcy.

Mwaaaahhh.

I love you!! My blog readers!!

Or on Sundays, my pearls.

Kill me.

Happy Birthday, me, part 2

Here we go again, y'all.

There were some shooting stars!! So we went and sat out on the Atlantic Ocean to watch the shooting star show. And we sang! And laughed! And ate doughnuts!

The next day, we went to Boone Hall Plantation. North and South was filmed there, along with Queens and a bit of the Notebook. The house behind Brenna and I is the exterior of the girl's summer home in the The Notebook:

Here is Susan. With the Oak Trees. They have some connection with Gone With the Wind, I forget what it is though.

SERPANTINE, SERPANTINE!!!! WHAT EVER MAY OCCUR!!!! I WILL FIND YOOOUUUU!!!

And we shall finish my picture book blog, with a cheerful picture of the cheerful brick huts built by the cheerful slaves who cheerfully made all the bricks EVERYWHERE.

Happy Birthday, Me.

Hello,my name is Melissa Y., and welcome to a picture book version of my blog...

Here's me on the day of my birthday, in North Carolina, after a full day of traveling, I look every bit of my 24 years of life:

Here I am in South Carolina, after some more traveling. I was at Crackle and Barrel. Good, fattening food.

Here I am again! With Susan! At another restaurant! I ate a lot in S. Carolina. Check out my cool peace sign. All the famous people are doing it lately. It's TOTALLY the coolest thing EVER.

Here is a picture of Brenna's shoe. It's also in South Carolina.

Apparently, Charleston is a haunted city. So we went on a ghost tour. Here is a picture of a graveyard. Did you know the difference between graveyards and cemetaries? Graveyards are part of a churches property, while cemetaries have no churches. Hmmm.