Melissa, Oh!

Tag: Dad

  • Things ive learned in texas

    My time in Texas has been way too short, and it’s been all work and no play (unless you count running as play, which I sort of do.) I was excited to come here as the only other time I’ve been to Texas has been on a layover at the Houston airport. However, I’m not…

  • Items I have found while helping my parents move

    – a cassette tape labeled, in my handwriting, “Dad’s cool mix.” I haven’t yet uncovered a tape player to see what’s on this gem. – a framed photo of me as a child asleep on a training potty, my wonder woman panties around my ankle and a book in my lap. My grandmother had this…

  • So I had this dream last night …

    Just kidding, I’m not going there (for you non-Facebookers, I posted that I had weird, good dreams and it was requested that I blog about it – which I will not do, since Lance’s young ears would be disturbed … wait, Lance, I thought you were older than me!) I was told it might be…

  • What not to say in the bathroom

    Driving halfway across the country with my parents is both interesting and reminiscent of car trips when younger. We are driving to Texas so we can pack up their home so they can move back East. But of course I am thinking o summers spent traveling to visit family out west. It is strange not…

  • My parents

    Whitney recently showed off her new tattoo and wrote about how it was inadvertently her dad’s idea, even though he hates tattoos. Of course, as I was reading this very entertaining tale (seriously, check it out), I couldn’t help but think of my own parents and their relationship with my tattoos … You can see…

  • The adventures of Mia: Don’t play dead at a hospital

    I like to entertain my friends with the funny stories and situations my 93-year-old grandmother (she turned 93 yesterday!) has decided to grace our presence with. She is a) hard of hearing, and b) willing to say whatever is on her mind, which can be a dangerous combination … The problem with writing about the…

  • The child becomes the mother. The sister becomes the aunt. And history repeats.

    Today, my baby sister will become a mother. How is this possible? I remember the day I met Jenny, the day I became a big sister. My grandmother brought me a doll to give to Jenny, and it became my first gift to her. I felt very big sister about the whole thing, and given…

  • Uninvited dinner party guest (wait, that’s me)

    Thirty-one years ago today my parents decided to host a dinner party in which I would become the uninvited guest. My mom’s due date was April 30, not March 30, so when she went to the bathroom and there was blood everywhere to say there was a cause for concern would be quite an understatement. I…

  • Blue cheese, the Yankees and road trips

    About 30 years ago my dad bawled like a baby when he held me for the first time. Has he told me this? No, but I know it must be certain. My mom had to undergo a C-section with me because I would have been breech. I was a month early, and apparently I decided…