September 24 | Stupid little teletubbies
My mom just bought a new car...a Durango and a rather large improvement from the mini van if I might say so myself! I went down there earlier today and all those stupid little McDonalds teletubbies that Missa gave my mom were sitting on the table. She asked me if I wanted them because she wasnt putting them in the new car...it really did make me mad and I wanted to start screaming at her over those STUPID teletubbies! Its like if theyre not in the car then she isnt either... but we decided that we would go up to the ridge on Sunday and leave them with Missa and let her decide what to do with them...I'll probably keep one er two and put them in my car though... STUPID LITTLE TELETUBBIES!!!!
September 22 | My Tribute
I posted a quick tribute to Melissa on my blog. I thought you all might be interested in seeing it.
September 21 | Question to All
In the two years since she's been gone, what thing(s) do you miss most about Melissa?
For me it would be the wild and crazy fun I'd have whenever I was around her.
September 18 | Nursing Denial
I'm guessing by the relative silence around here that, like me, everyone is trying to pretend that the 2 year anniversary isn't just around the corner. I don't know what to do about it this year. I really, really want to ignore it, but I can already feel that simply won't be possible. Instead I'm thinking of building a huge freakin' bonfire on the beach. Melissa would have loved that and it would give me something on which to focus my emotions.
September 15 | Playing Dress Up
Melissa was always dressing the dogs up.
Chilly would never stand for it, but Max would lie there and take it. He would take any form of abuse from her, even when it came to suffering through that red one-piece her Cabbage Patch doll was supposed to wear.
He could hardly walk around in it, so it is a good thing she carried him everywhere.
After the four boys left home, the dog situation was quickly divvied up between her and me. Most importantly, this determined which bed the dogs would sleep in. Max was ‘her’ dog and would sleep in her bedroom, while Chilly was ‘my’ dog and was to sleep in my room.
But Melissa went to bed earlier than I did, and anyone who knew Chilly would know that she was not particular about which bed she was in; as long as she was warm she was happy.
Melissa would bring both Max and Chilly to bed with her. Chilly was ‘my’ dog and Melissa never asked permission to do this, so it upset me. But that didn’t stop Melissa. Every single night the last year or so I was in high school, I had to step into her room and call Chilly to come to bed with me.