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My sister and I had a John Cusak marathon last night.... and yes, he is in Sixteen Candles, as one of Anthony Michael Hall's geeky friends. It has to be at least ten years since I've watched it, but I know every line, every pause, the soundtrack cues, and how many seconds are between the last line Samantha delivers before she finally moves her arm and Jake Ryan plants a sweet one on her.


These three minutes have been etched in my mind as the end-all-be-all birthday experience.... abandoned at a family gathering, cars pulling out of the church driveway in every direction revealing beautiful boy and his beautiful car.... "Me?" she says, "Yeah, you" he says .......
and then the birthday cake on the kitchen table..... "Happy Birthday Samantha, Make a wish"...." It already came true".......kiss, cue 80's music..... *Melly swoon*

John Hughes, man....... No one captures those middle-class-American -this-is-what-your-life-is-supposed-to-be-like snapshots quite like him.

Why must you make pretty sparkly things??????

The little voices in my head are screaming Buy me!! Buy me, I'll make you happy !!!!! Buy me, I look so nice next to your thrift store purse!!!!!!! Buy me, look how your Birkenstocks cower to my sex appeal!! ! Buy me and you'll be a star!!

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I'm with my monkey, so I'm not blogging too much this weekend.... but I leave you with the following threads.....

Your Westboro Baptist Fix here!!

Mom tries to prevent teenage daughter from having sex by piercing her clit and shaving her head

REAL SEX Wet n Wild.....come on you know you want to look!!

Finally..... why I'm not crazy for liking the man musk...

Thursday October 25th

9:15 pm Mafoo and Melly order half anchovie half plain pie....
9:43 pm the first doseage of cold medicine is distributed.... Melly's Lost Marathon begins...
10:50 pm break for milk and oreo's

Friday October 26th
12:25 am Melly's heart breaks after it becomes abundantly clear that Charlie must die..... Why, why, why?????
2am cold medicine and sleepytime... Except Melly wants to play, "which Lost character are you?"
8:00 am alarm..... Snooze...
8:10 am alarm, coffee for Mafoo
8:40 call contractor about gig... They want me even if I have to miss rehearsal on the 9th... Yay!! Money!!
9:00 am coffee and google reader time for Melly
9:30 call from conductor of gig... Can't use me if I can't make rehearsal on the 9th... Boo!! No money!!
11:00am to 2 pm... Laundry. I'd like to say that I spent this time in deep reflection or meditation, or reading a intriguing novel, or balancing my checkbook, or even scouring my bathtub...... But I spent it surfing the net for Lost conspiracy theory sites...
2:30pm buy sandwich at subway
2:40 on F train studying balls hard score
2:43 creepy dude wants. To talk to me about my balls hard score....... Balls hard???? Why do we say this????
3:18 transfer to 7 train
3:29 arrive grand central terminal
3:32 pm train to Stamford
4:51 arrive Stamford
4:54 get on train jack's on as jack's daddy gets off, no high fives are exchanged, but there is a passing of an apple juice box...
5:42 arrive grand central.... Again....
5:56 4 train...
6:07 6 train
6:14 F train ... Good karma...
6:40 arrive at babysitters house drop off jack..
6:45 leave teary-eyed monkey, and wipe my own eyes as I sprint for the F train... Again..
6:54 F train..... Where's the karma??
7:10 pm A train ..... Better karma
7:37 miss the 1 train...
7:40 1 train.... Chances of coffee pre-recording diminishing by the second.... And sooo not warmed up....
7:54 arrive..... No coffee for Melly
My life as a gig whore continues.....

Halloween was always really exciting for me as a kid... as I'm sure it is for every child, but growing up Southern Baptist in suburban New Hampshire (insert your chuckle here) meant that going trick-or-treating was somehow rebelling against the church, and in the name of F-U-N, my parents let us do it, as long as we were quiet about it.

Through the years I was a leopard, a Cabbage Patch Kid, an orange Crayola Crayon, and a downhill skier. Growing up in New Hampshire meant that you always wore footy pajamas or long-johns under your costume, as the ground was always frozen by late October, so you'd have to imagine that French Maid number with polar fleece under it and you get the idea.

I haven't really thought too much about Halloween costumes until last year when I went to Jack's Halloween Parade at his Elementary School. He was supposed to dress up for the parade, and his Daddy bought him this heinous Woody from Toy Story costume. This thing was so cheap, and Jack at that point had no idea who Woody was... I had made myself a costume out of an old evening gown and a pair of butterfly wings and a fairy wand. (I was a fairy godmother, naturally!) Jack was OBSESSED with these wings and would ask to wear them around the house from time to time.

So I was a little torn as to what the right thing to do was. Society and his Daddy wanted him to wear the cowboy costume, and I just wanted him to be happy. He looked so cute as a little butterfly....but I folded to avoid conflict.

So today in my Google Reader I came across this site for costumes. I'll provide two links here. The first one is the girl occupation costume site. Now I'm not gonna sit here and say that the skanky-esque costumes for little girls don't bother me, they do, but what really infuriates me is that in the dozen or so costumes that they offer for girls under the occupational heading, there are five or so "entertainers", a maid, a nurse, a flirty officer, a waitress, and a Hollywood Starlet???? (I think that's code for, I dress up nice and go down easy) Of course under the boys occupational costumes are various forms of police officers, a marine, an air-force pilot, SWAT team member, boxer, and NASCAR driver, and of course the obligatory doctor.

Translation: Little girls should grow up to entertain and take care of us, and boys will take care of business, so to speak. Isn't it time to stop perpetuating these gender stereotypical myths?? Ask any third-grade girl what she wants to be when she grows up and I'm sure it won't be limited to American Idol contestant, or candy striper.... no, she'll want to be president, and a teacher, and a doctor.

So, if the kids aren't buying that crap anymore why the hell are you still selling it?

You can't really tell by the quality of the cell phone pic, but that is the jay street/borough hall station f track.... On fire.

Matt and I were coming back from a Haydn concert I sang with the Clarion Music Society at 99th and Amsterdam. Although we were a little but tipsy, it still seemed a little off that we smelled smoke on the platform when we got off the A, but no one seemed that alarmed at the fire in the tunnel!!!! A girl ran up to the booth area to tell someone and Matt and I decided that before we got the hell out of there we needed to take a picture. I got as close as I could, and as soon as I took this one a huge chunk of debris fell onto the track and we booked it.

Precisely one bus ride, a sausage egg and cheese on a biscuit and a chocolate cream donut later, we decided to hit the ATM and cab it home...

I think we left Abbey Pub around midnight and finally went to bed at 3....this is why brooklynites don't hang in the uws, we need to factor track fires, subway stabbings, dudes masturbating on us, and natural disasters into our travel time...
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My blog received 5!!!????votes for Hottest Mommy Blog on the Bloggers Choice Awards....

So the big question is, who's reading my blog and who voted for me ??? I was kind of diggin' the fact that my blog was only read by my bf and my lil sis'. Mafoo swears it wasn't him, so who are the other 4????

That's the response you'll get if you ask Jack who his favorite baseball team is. At the tender age of four, he can name at least seven "active" players. If you ask him who his favorite player is he'll say David Ortiz, aka, #34, "Big Poppy".

Back in 2004 when The Red Sox won the world series, Jack and I watched those games from our living room in New Haven while he sucked energetically on a Red Sox pacifier given to him by my parents. I saved it in his baby box.
Jack has been indoctrinated as a Red Sox fan by my folks, who by birth are Bostonians. I could honestly, to quote my mother, "give two flying figs" as to who wins the World Series, but for Jack's sake, I hope, now that he's a fan by choice, Jack gets to see a World Series that he can remember.

A cold beer, a good book, a hot sudsy bathtub, and good tunes..... mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmm......

Seriously, I had a pretty shitty week. I've spent far too much energy hunting down a check for a gig that I spent far too much energy organizing rehearsals for, and as a result of that missing check and the fact that I handed over a shitload of money that I worked my ass off to make to my new landlord, I've been REAL poor, like my checks were bouncing off the walls poor, and think I may have gone 24 hours without eating between yesterday morning and this afternoon... I also dealt with some real petty bullshit in a rehearsal this week that was so incredibly childish and immature it does not warrant describing, and I was called a slut while walking down my street. Kensington does not share the same appreciation for my love of fishnets.

I still haven't figured out how to be superwoman yet. This week I had myself pretty convinced that I was a shitty Mom, a crap-tastic lover, a fair-weather friend, a scatterbrained sister, an invisible daughter and a dangerously close to being out-of-work singer. I was so down on myself that tonight, when an A train (which had no business being where I was, and confused a lot of passengers besides myself) appeared at the Broadway-Lafayette stop , I sort of wondered if I was supposed to throw myself in front of it..... Ok, not really.

At the end of the day, my bathtub doesn't judge me, and it's amazing how good you can make yourself feel when for one moment you are the only person whose needs you are responsible for.......

But ya know what? That's the thing about relationships, whether they be mother-daughter, friend to friend or the harder kind.... it's always easier to take care of your own emotional and physical needs because they're your own. It's quite another to undertake the well-being of a friend struggling with depression, an autistic son, or a relative struggling with cancer... But it's a real lonely life when we don't reach out and try to share in each others joys and sorrows.

So tonight, I retreat to my bathtub, and pull the covers up over my head, and remind myself that it's okay to fail day in and day out at life, because I'm still in the game, and I refuse to meander mindlessly through the motions. Tomorrow's another day, and I'll still be playing.

I kid you not.........

Wow, I didn't even know it.... but yesterday was National Stocking Day.... if you read my stamp post from yesterday you might have noticed the fishnets in the pic..... I'm so on top of it sometimes....

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I just spotted a book of stamps in my makeup kit and have this vague memory of fashioning a strapless bra out of seven first class postage stamps to wear under my dress at a wedding in Maryland... I don't remember very much after that... I remember it was quite the topic of conversation at the reception, I definitely remember talking about my bra with a gay man, and I fear I may have flashed my contraption at him .... And I kind of remember it hurt when they came off.....
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If you haven't heard yet, read it here:

In a nutshell, on Tuesday, Hampton VA resident Daniel Riase was sentenced to five years prison time, with thirty years suspended, for crushing up the abortion drug RU-486 and giving it to his 19 year old girlfriend in a glass of milk. I-Shari Best told Riase of her pregnancy, and, well... he did not react well.... His first reaction was to yell and punch her in the stomach, and then he figured he'd play it cool, so he pretended to be excited about their future child..... and everything was all roses and butterflies until the milk incident last February.

Best, who at the time was 11 weeks pregnant, drank a glass of milk given to her by Riase and began bleeding, and was told at the Santara Clareplex Hospital that she had miscarried. Best didn't think anything was up until she came across an e-mail receipt for the abortion pill misoprostol on Riase's computer.....

Even more twisted than the boyfriends behavior, was the low, low, LOW strategy of attorney Ronald Smith, who tried to illicit sympathy from the jury on his client's behalf by using the information that Best had already had two abortions......ummmmm...... I know my Law& Order from the 12 weeks I was on bedrest.......Objection?? Irrelevant???? Nice try.

Let's make something clear here for douchebags like this attorney, or drooler's like Riase.... in those other two cases, Best CHOSE to end her pregnancy.... not so much here. In fact, she had considered the abortion earlier, and had CHOSEN to go through with the pregnancy. Riase pleaded guilty in August to one count of aggravated malicious wounding leading to the involuntary termination of a woman's pregnancy, and one count of adulterating a drink. It is ironically, one tragic moment where Pro-Choicers and Pro-Lifers just might see eye to eye.

Here in the US of A, we care about your Right to Life! Er, that is until you're expelled from the womb, and then you're on your own, kiddo. It came as no surprise to me that the new presidentially appointed head of Family Planning is "real-women-stay-married" Susan Orr, who believes that covering contraceptives is "not about choice, it's not about health care. It’s about making everyone collaborators with the culture of death.”

If the 6.9 million children without insurance coverage at this moment got ya down.... It looks like a middle school in Maine is attempting to provide birth control pills to students without parental consent.

"Students must have permission to seek care at Portland's King Student Health Center, but according to state law, the specifics of their doctors' visits can remain confidential."

Hmmmmm.......looks like they view contraceptives as a medical necessity.

In an effort to compete with Bratz, who arrived on the consumer market a little over one year ago, Mattel has attempted to up the age of their demographic with My Scene Barbie.

She has fuller lips and poutier eyes, and skankier outfits. She looks borderline deformed in my honest opinion, but I could care less. Except, McDonald's is giving them away in happy meals now and that has a lot of parents pissed.

I'm gonna ask the obvious question here... If you're a parent trying to provide a commercial-free childhood
for your youngster...... ummm, why are you at McDonalds?

Blech!!! Seriously, I have millions of things that I am afraid of, things that have kept me paralyzed in fear since childhood... things that still keep me from sleeping at night.....

When I was a child I always had the feeling that Skeletor , yes, from He-man, followed me from room to room and was always turning the corner or lagging just beyond my perception.. as a result I ran around corners in the basement and skipped up the stairs two at a time.

I also had a fear of things lurking under my bed, especially of those things touching my FEET. In particular, of someone stabbing me with a hypodermic needle in the foot, paralyzing me, and then killing me while I watched..... this probably has something to do with my foot phobia... that and my Navy Seal uncle who liked to put my entire foot, leather saddle shoes and all, into his mouth.

I also made sure I looked down before I peed everytime.... and DAMN I'm glad I'm still a little neurotic.

Hi, I have an announcement........drumroll please...... Feminists make better lovers.....


Well, no shit!! Quel Surprise!!!! A new study published by Rutgers University disproves a theory that some women have tried to debunk since the beginning of time.......Yes, in contrary to the popular stereotype, most feminists are not hairy-legged, birkenstock-wearing, cat-loving, labia-licking, man-haters....nope.

And now for the stats because the academic in me is screaming that I need to cite and source and quantify this data. After polling over 500 American males and females, ranging in age from university undergraduates to older adults with more relationship experience, researchers found that females who identified as feminists were more likely to report greater sexual satisfaction, and healthy long-term relationships than those who did not identify as feminists. Males that reported to having a feminist partner were more likely to describe themselves as being in stable and sexually satisfying relationships......... meow!


huh, kind of makes me feel bad for women like Kelly, or the women working towards their degree in stain removal and chocolate chip cookie baking at the Southern Baptist Seminary.....ok not really.....

Dude walked in with toy cars.... I'm just trying to get my dogs on..... He's playing with toy cars.... Wtf????
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Because I had a swanky high profile gig last night an managed to move somewhat successfully to my first official only my very own apartment, and got a nice review in opera news, and managed to get through the last 48 hours on six hours of sleep........ I shall drink this mimosa.... And perhaps one more....
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Hey, remember that staged production of montevredi's fourth book of madrigals I did in July as part of the Lincoln Center Summer Festival???

I got a mention in this month's issue of opera news!!! The reviewer mentions how he wasn't even aware that the mezzo was walking the role until I stood up at the end for my bow.....

Here's the link....
http://www.metoperafamily.org/operanews/review/review.aspx?id=2005&issueID=93
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We've reached the developmental stage in which fart sounds provide hours and hours of amusement......
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