tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38179105172289915262011-11-27T16:28:48.191-08:00Bourgie [boo-zhee]=Stemming from the French word bourgeoisie. Someone who is class-conscious, with educated and discerning tastes, and interested in enjoying the finer things in life. It is definitely not high-class, aristoratic, snooty, or snobbish. “Bourgie” is as much an idea, and a state of mind, as it is an attitude towards enjoying good food, good friends, and good conversation, everyday. It evokes a mood of simple elegance, casual yet sophisticated—modern (taken from UrbanDictionary.com).Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-46083253577490761892011-05-27T14:09:00.000-07:002011-05-27T14:09:23.426-07:00

*Dedicated to all the siblings of the world and mine: Sunshine, Pup, & Junior Throughout the history of music, there have been singing soulful couples like Ashford & Simpson, Donny Hathaway & Roberta Flack, and Marvin Gaye & Tammy Terrell. Whether their love was amplified with Soul Glo, genius + heart, or creative bliss, I always find my little bourgie soul stirred when a dynamic couple bears it

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-66586759599918177502011-05-07T23:19:00.000-07:002011-05-07T23:19:48.521-07:00

We all toy with the idea of pushing our limits and you may do this ordinary act every two weeks or one week, depending on how much protein, zinc, and calcium you take in. Cutting my nails is a delicate exercise of grooming and bedevilment. Cutting corners at strange angles has always been a difficult task for me. Why didn't I have long nail beds like my Sisters? Such short, drangled nails

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-11746859066630445902011-01-21T14:39:00.000-08:002011-01-21T15:28:13.083-08:00

I've always imagined that one day my fro would be just as big as Thelma's from Good Times and as coifed as Jermaine Jackson's when he married Hazel Gordy. The curl, whisp, and poof of it all made me feel like it was hair-extraordinaire. After several kicks and spoots, my current fro has managed a reasonable amount of puff that I can be proud of. My bourgie babe admires my hair everytime I get

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-88029699265856778662010-12-31T20:20:00.001-08:002010-12-31T20:45:23.759-08:00

Thanks for all the love, the follows, the comments, and just the outright bourgie rapport we've established in the last year. Thanks for the patience when the blog went radio silent because someone (pointing at self) had to deal with motherhood and ya know...that takes up a lot of time. I know I'm not the only one.So how am I spending my new year's eve? With the bourgie baby of course, who is

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-86611576300740491662010-12-15T06:44:00.000-08:002010-12-15T07:49:43.342-08:00

There are some days where I can't put together a well-meaning, sophisticated meal for my tot. Sure...on Sunday I whipped up some ahi tuna steaks with a cracked pepper crust and Caesar salad...but this recent cold, blustery weather has me craving warm hearty meals that radiate warmth into my wide feet.What can I say about Beenie Weenies? And I'm not talking about the ones with the unnaturally

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-66272363592128097532010-12-13T06:50:00.000-08:002010-12-13T09:18:56.587-08:00

Since becoming a mother, much of my world view has shifted a tad. Being a motherless woman through the 90s and early 2000s, my womanist acrimony ran rampant against the ills of the patriarchy; the relentless hegemony on my people; the endless persecution of the Diaspora time and time and time again. My former Black, militant, grad school reading marathon rostrum has given way to weariness at

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-70317477065315389042010-11-30T02:45:00.000-08:002010-12-01T00:29:08.904-08:00

My Noodle surprises me everyday with things she knows that I didn't know she knew, ya know?Like the hippopotamus she identified on her cup (shouldn't I have explained that already)...Or similarities between dead and sleep:Noodle: "That man dead, Mommy."Me: "No, he's sleep...wait a minute...How do you know what 'dead' is?"..Or that "Almost There" is her favorite song from Princess & The Frog...

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-45913022124268982482010-10-27T15:45:00.000-07:002010-10-27T15:49:50.799-07:00

Big ups to Old Navy for giving me 50% off on this cute ladybug costume b/c its missing the antennas. But don't fret my bourgie babe...afro puffs will fill in just fine.

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-61408756120781428242010-10-25T19:11:00.000-07:002010-10-25T23:14:27.962-07:00

Its been no secret. I have an intense love of wedding cake and I am always delighted in the occasional invitation I receive. Its not the love of two people joining together that bring me glee...no, its not the potential retail therapy I will partake to find just the right dress for this glorious event...nah, not even the prospects of gossiping about my dear friend's special day, replete with cell

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-15191847109562903772010-01-25T08:08:00.000-08:002010-01-25T08:33:17.706-08:00

Well folks...it's been 2 years in the game now and I'm not sure if I'm any wiser about this whole motherhood thing. In some ways, I think I have taken some steps back since Noodle has blown the lid off of toddler-hood. I'm about sick of Noggin turned Nick Jr...I'm always surprised by what shows she will like...what she'll actually eat. I hear her peacefully watching Lazy Town (EXCUSE ME?!) and

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-47417875185467718202010-01-07T17:12:00.001-08:002010-01-07T17:18:04.773-08:00

I am beyond elated! I've had to go to Twitter and Facebook seeking help from my fellow mothers in the struggle, those who've seen the perils of poopy for some advice. I've heard advice from putting cheerios into the potty to 20 minute field trips to the pot. Well my sisters, I followed the ques of a toddler on the edge of no return and I ran her to the potty and ploomp! ploomp! Success!I

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-52695184884086855892009-12-09T16:48:00.000-08:002009-12-09T19:30:24.438-08:00

I have come believe that a mother's forgiveness is necessary in the sustainability of any mother-daughter relationship. Lord knows me and my mom had our blow ups during my teenage years but I know right now, she is somewhere sipping coffee, humored by my weariness dealing with a toddler adamant on stinging me with the tears of guilt, as if pelted from some junior sized laser gun.As I type these

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-81418012661710758382009-11-14T09:41:00.000-08:002009-11-14T09:47:03.948-08:00

So, Papa Bear got the Noodle for the weekend and all I can do is sit in my bed. Why am I not out and about, enjoying a $20.09 meal?All I can do is recuperate the energy and enjoy the solitude and peace. But all I think about is how my Noodle is doing, is her hair together, does she have an undershirt on...Let me get out the bed and enjoy some sunshine.

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-61487985780041247092009-11-08T00:14:00.001-08:002009-11-08T00:19:25.025-08:00

I can honestly say I talk on the phone and Twitter and FB and email a little too much and a lot of the times, I'm doing it from my cell phone. Unfortunately the bourgie babe has developed a nasty habit of using up her daytime minutes on her VTech phone.Her mannerisms and gestures are spot on imitations of me. This new epiphany of me raising myself recently is now my quest to truly understand

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-2983219792454361482009-11-07T23:58:00.000-08:002009-11-08T00:13:33.750-08:00

Bourgie moms...where are we officially standing on discipline of our bourgie babes? It seems that me and Noodle are at a cross roads in our relationship...a bi-polar universe of devilish defiance and conceding bouts of nurturing affection. How can I discipline and have a holding period where she renounces her ways in the corner while I actually consider holding back the hug she wants to give me

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-17333184295254110072009-10-18T14:44:00.000-07:002009-10-18T15:02:58.195-07:00

Since we began potty training when the bourgie baby turned 1, it has been an ever present issue between our relationship. She views her training panties as a skull cap; her potty chair as a step ladder, and toilet tissue as confetti. Is there a waning gibbous in the sky?Today, something odd occurred. After two accidents in her training pants I decided to move the chair into the bedroom to make

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-81584771625353874322009-10-16T11:08:00.000-07:002009-10-16T11:16:53.699-07:00

Not the other way around:

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-73263282610681500062009-10-16T09:42:00.000-07:002009-10-16T10:47:56.062-07:00

The other day, the bourgie baby was eating up her baked chicken and smashed potatoes when my friend exclaimed, "Uh oh, look at the b-girl over there!" Sure enough, my babe was sitting in her booster seat arms crossed across her chest, head to a mild gansta lean. What was this? This look wasn't becoming and it sure wasn't my Noodle. She has been known to bust a move on the dance floor and

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-38349184581142872162009-06-09T19:09:00.000-07:002009-06-17T11:31:56.881-07:00

I must admit...being a mom to this bourgie babe has made me look at myself in the mirror on a few occasions and ask myself:1. Did I just sing that corny ass song?2. Did I just scream at a child who may not clearly understand English?3. Why did I allow her to rip up my new magazine that I have not read yet? Am I just that desperate for silence?4. Am I just as childlike as the child?Whatever my

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-35643889924288916692009-04-30T07:51:00.000-07:002009-04-30T08:52:40.883-07:00

Mothering, you know, being somebody's mammy...nobody told me that being a mom is like a whole other shift that runs consecutively with and after work.I love that kid. The bourgie babe is laughing, talking, babbling, falling out, carries buckets and baskets out the door thinking she will bring them to school. Loves bananas and long walks that involve running out of the yard and into the road. My

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-18616270485089525402008-11-04T20:58:00.000-08:002008-11-04T21:09:59.221-08:00

And so, Barack Obama is the President of Our United States.My little bourige baby sleeps away as the world is changing around her, hopefully for the better. A future that I never thought possible in my own lifetime. Just as my parents grew up in a Jim Crow south and only wanted their children to receive a great education; now, as a mother, I want my child to not only have a great education but

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-31255053437767784722008-10-29T19:12:00.000-07:002008-10-29T19:28:28.748-07:00

My friend Ashley told me how her 2 year old son pointed out Barack Obama on TV, calling him "Rocky Bomma". All she could do was laugh but at the same time wondered how did he know of this man, someone she had never talked to him about...? Perhaps his babysitter had told him, but in his 2 year old mind, he knows that Rocky Bomma is important. If that is not a testament of his impact that a

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-50905710754611637842008-10-09T09:05:00.000-07:002008-10-14T12:47:53.752-07:00

As I drove home yesterday, as soon as I was outside New Orleans East, I became disgustingly agitated. The music could not soothe me, the traffic was irking me, and all I really wanted was a damn hug. I didn't want to hear Mz. Kitti cuss anymore, I couldn't stomach anymore of Wolf Blitzer and friends' spin on the days news...I turned off the radio, cracked my windows and let the cool zoom of a

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-53602651341513704622008-10-02T07:08:00.001-07:002008-10-02T09:25:05.883-07:00

So, I was chatting it up with my friend Ashley the other day and I may have mentioned some new recipes or some jizz I've been working up in the kitchen and she told me I was like "Better Crocker"; I corrected and said maybe Melonee Rockpots."I don't think I would buy food in the store with the label 'Rockpots'.""Why not? Don't you get it? 'I be rockin' pots...'" That's me getting all colloquial.

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-2471058926532342202008-08-07T08:06:00.000-07:002008-08-07T09:50:05.837-07:00

My little bourgie baby has become a bit of a travel maven and social butterfly. The Little Family That Could recently traveled to Charleston, SC for the 5th Biennial Conference of The Toni Morrison Society and yours truly (not the baby) presented a rather unsexy paper on some existential ideas in Morrison's Song of Solomon. Scholars and lovers of Morrison from the US and even to the far

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-20840187150968998032008-07-17T09:00:00.000-07:002008-07-17T09:12:39.563-07:00

I came across this on Facebook and thought it was hilarious. This is obviously a conversation that needs to happen! So many times we try to define what is Black, and what is a particularly Black name...nowadays, its just too hard to say or admit to. But what is also interesting is now I'm seeing more and more white women with typically "Black" names, i.e. Kesha...is this the browning of

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-21372431397034751742008-07-02T14:24:00.000-07:002008-07-02T14:39:28.451-07:00

Clearly not of ego...can that even develop in infants?This kid really has a big noggin though. My hubby swears its from my side. Well maybe that's a bad example. Not flattering at all. But this was her first social outing with her hair in actual bands. I think I did a "banged" up job.Anywho, my lil bourgie baby is growing before my eyes even more so. I'm having to pack away her teeny tiny

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-69166999431576558282008-06-16T09:08:00.000-07:002008-06-16T09:10:00.698-07:00

It only makes me wonder about the future of serious political discourse in our media and how our children will receive it in their time of conscious political interest:

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-47197742313566261672008-06-06T09:52:00.001-07:002008-06-06T09:52:10.899-07:00

Create Fake Magazine Covers with your own picture at MagMyPic.com

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-41033142677554492432008-05-14T12:46:00.000-07:002008-06-06T10:07:18.440-07:00

Check out Funny Face Baby...I do believe those are the first inclinations of a Power Fist!So, in a previous post, I pondered what type of questions a bourgie baby may ask of me one day...Well, at least my child, anyway: 1. Mommy, why do you hate Flavor Flav so much? 2. Mama, will I be a glamazon with those big things like you got one day? 3. Why are we too cool for school but you make me go

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-17820305896858588282008-05-07T12:06:00.001-07:002008-05-07T12:45:55.264-07:00

She is actually slobberingly enthusiastic to see me when I make it in at 6pm. Sometimes I feel like a part time mommy b/c i commute 2 hours (going and coming back) to get to my 8 hour + 1 hour lunch break job. By the time I get home, the sun is waning, the birds are chirping and twittering their evening songs, the gentle lull of primetime television induces fellow neighbors into a stupor until

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-69457447596738338912008-04-14T13:59:00.001-07:002008-04-14T14:28:47.626-07:00

I recently traveled to Charleston, SC for the 71st Annual College Language Association Convention. Though it was enlightening, inspiring, and admirable to attend a convention of language and literature scholars from all over the nation and parts of the world, I couldn't help but to think of my babe left at home.This is my first time being away from my baby since she was born. Even when I had her

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-59076959600963308182008-03-18T08:38:00.000-07:002008-03-18T09:51:10.378-07:00

Having a little bourgie chickadee of my own has made me want to garner some hope for her future, because the current state of affairs makes me depressed, forlorn, disappointed in what our children are offering up to the world and what we are leaving behind for them...They do not deserve a salvage future unless they must possess the audacity of hope to want to make that change. Check out this

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-46793801883602684722008-03-10T07:28:00.001-07:002008-03-10T07:51:34.088-07:00

Been listening to the new Erykah Badu, finally...folks were trippin if you hadn't bought it on the day it came out...sorry, Black folks work 40 hours a week and we live for the weekend.So, what if there were no niggas, just "master teachers"? Would we be telling everybody what to do? Some people may take it there, but, I stay woke, too, Silly E. Badu. Keep your third eye open.Anywho, me and Super

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-49420095717598191712008-03-07T09:00:00.000-08:002008-03-07T09:33:55.711-08:00

*Title Credit: Thanks Keta! Too bad I don't have comic strip skills - might have to contract me an artist*Last time we checked in on this blog, we saw Noodle on an ultrasound, days before she were to enter the world. "OK, just breathe, Mama!" As the needle was rammed just kilter of my navel, I realized that getting an amniocentesis (my second one) has to be one of the most alarming and awkwardly

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-44430759026625748032008-02-07T10:51:00.000-08:002008-03-07T09:50:59.032-08:00

*Post originally intended on being posted February 6, 2008)*"This is my two weeks notice/ I resign my position/ becuz you ain't treating me right..."I am beyond notice even though motherhood isn't something you can opt out of, that is, for the morally upright. Maternity leave....yeah, it is the typical humdrum of "Feed Me Hold Me Burp Me Change Me Love Me Console Me Burp Me Feed Me Change Me

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-60674291603800883012007-12-18T11:10:00.000-08:002008-03-07T09:38:57.708-08:00

*Post was originally intended on being posted December 16, 2007*That having a child will bring you closer to death. Those sentiments are strongly resonating with me, seeing that I have to check into the hospital for "monitoring". One of my worst fears has popped up in the final weeks of my third trimester: gestational diabetes...You'd think I was going on a spa visit the way my doctor was putting

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-35683879096668780112007-12-11T14:35:00.000-08:002007-12-11T14:37:46.378-08:00

So hold your horses!Here's one from back in October...for some reason, I wasn't able to get my belly in the shot, just a smidge of it.

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-86826477787038376772007-12-11T07:27:00.000-08:002007-12-11T14:31:06.052-08:00

OK...I know I have grossly neglected this blog since August, but, OH (holding forehead in a graceful Southern belle manner), what challenges and obstacles I have faced. Shall I share?Sure. As I sit here at 31 weeks, and a baby's noggin rustling against my ribs (uh, yeah, I can feel it in the most pronouned way), I am having difficulty typing with my right hand b/c my baby is conspicuously

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-1736667513637656502007-08-30T08:57:00.000-07:002007-08-30T09:22:50.120-07:00

So today is my good friend's Ashley's birthday but I will not share her age. She might want to fight me. But her age is such an attestment to our generation: reaching the Big 3-0. Oops, I let it slip!Here I am, 28 with my first child and many have wondered why I have waited so long. When is the right time to have a child? Those folks who question me on why I waited so long, did they wait for the

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-24798707196419266192007-08-24T11:39:00.000-07:002007-08-24T12:31:19.314-07:00

They truly are. I've been battling them all week. My obgyn claims, comically, "you know, pregnant women get headaches." Isn't that a human condition...?Anywho, still adjusting to the new job. I'll save my comments for personal and casual conversations with close friends at a secure time and place.Lil Bug has been moving around so i've been feeling that butterfly fishy swimmy feeling. It's pretty

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-89511015073191650042007-08-14T11:15:00.000-07:002007-08-14T11:34:05.401-07:00

I put this picture in b/c it's so cute...anyway, I have been smelling a grab bag of different foods lately.My husband was talking with his hands yesterday, and I swore he secretly indulged in fresh boiled crab yesterday with out me.While sitting in bed with him, chit chatting, I clearly smelled a fresh sheet cake with buttercream icing. It was so fresh. My chops runneth over...I have a day dreamy

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-85775336897289132232007-08-13T07:51:00.000-07:002007-08-13T07:55:03.148-07:00

OK...I returned to work today after having Friday off for a doctor's appointment, only to encounter a hotbox. Look at me...that is not a maternal glow all over my face. That is sweat. I'm sweating down my face, back, legs, boobs, feet...I'm looking at the thermostat and this joint has the nerve to say 87 degrees.And no, I do not work at a warehouse.I'll be in my car.Meme

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-65639665122410165632007-08-08T12:30:00.000-07:002007-08-08T14:43:18.549-07:00

Well the other 1/3 found out yesterday and my director took the news as if I said, "Black people need to get it together." He was like "Sure. Sure. that's fine. Anyway..." and went on to the next subject. He proclaims he's a family man (going strong with 4) and was like, "Sure, no big deal." Imagine all of this in his Nigerian accent...he says "Sure" alot.Anywho, I've spent the majority of my

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-74550809254240941832007-08-03T07:46:00.000-07:002007-08-03T07:53:00.885-07:00

Well, I broke the news to 2/3 of my colleagues at work...only after one of them busted me out.sitting at my desk this morn, 8:30ish, and I smell the hot, steamy, fresh out the grease smell of onion rings, particularly the onion rings from Sonic, and so I asked the office, "Does anybody else smell onion rings?" I mean, the smell was so clear. My colleague instantly gave me that raised eyebrow

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-55364289369980803542007-07-29T19:29:00.000-07:002007-07-29T19:54:41.549-07:00

Though I haven't seen the movie, in the midst of this pregnancy "debacle", I managed to get simpsonized. How odd that I was looking for a stiff big, with child, preggers simpsonized body. This was all I managed to muster up. A defensive stance simpsonized me...perhaps this pose minimizes my little belly...it does look like I"m hiding something.Anyhooters, what a quick weekend. My new

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-48090558648201647412007-07-24T14:52:00.000-07:002007-07-24T15:24:08.698-07:00

so I was telling Daddy Kaboom, "What about Chinese tonight?", all the while giving in to the fact that we're making sloppy joes as i type. What I wouldn't do for a sushi roll or some sesame chicken and sauteed, crunchy, delicately salted green beans.Cravings haven't been much of an issue and nothing bizarre. everybody has been telling me about the ice cream and pickles to where the schtick of

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817910517228991526.post-57076243403214831372007-07-23T18:55:00.000-07:002007-07-24T15:25:36.034-07:00

it has been confirmed. that beautiful blob is my little bourgie baby bka as Lil Bug - gender specific alterations will happen once they are confirmed.its all a little surreal. my first doctor's visit was very uneventful. talk to dr. haha, get buck naked waist down, and we'll take it from there. when i saw the little blob, a feeling of warmth, literally, came over me. i guess it's that initial

Meloneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01966127645359109788noreply@blogger.com0