Melissa, Oh!

Tag: Mia

  • Life is a gift. Use it or lose it …

    So, I’m a little late on the the whole “look back/look ahead” post that comes at the end of the year, but I was too busy celebrating the holidays to take the time to sit down and think about it! So, better late than never, right? Last year I wrote about some thoughts on 2008,…

  • What do you get for the person that has everything?

    When I was a child, going to visit my grandmother, who we all call Mia, I would ask her what we were going to eat for dinner. “Food,” she would always reply, in a tone that clearly conveyed “Get the hell outta my kitchen” or “Whatever I serve, you will eat.” Mia has never been…

  • I am a marathoner.

    How do I put this experience into words? Where do I even begin to describe this moment? Jeff said I should title this blog post “I beat Superman.” Because I did, in fact, beat Superman at the Thunder Road Marathon on Saturday. But I know it’s not about who I beat or who beat me.…

  • I hope you have the time of your life …

    These are good times, my friends. Good times. As I prepare to run the longest run of my entire life in 3 days, my job this week has been to relax and be stress-free. And you know what I’ve realized? It’s really not that difficult. There is a lot to be happy about. Whether I’m …

  • Running 20 miles does not make one a party animal

    So, it’s Tuesday, and I ran 20 miles on Saturday. Why am I just now writing about it? Because I’m just now recovered! Ok, that’s not really true. I’ve been busy with work and an out-of-town friend visiting also, but I have been on a total runner’s high since that run and I am so…

  • Running 20 miles does not make one a party animal

    So, it’s Tuesday, and I ran 20 miles on Saturday. Why am I just now writing about it? Because I’m just now recovered! Ok, that’s not really true. I’ve been busy with work and an out-of-town friend visiting also, but I have been on a total runner’s high since that run and I am so…

  • ‘Missa, why is your hair red?’

    I was born with auburn hair. In fact, I was a redhead through all of my younger years – and I hated it. I hated being called “Carrot Top” or “Copper Top” or “Red” or whatever else came to mind. Then I started growing up and someone told me guys actually like redheads. Then my…

  • ‘Missa, why is your hair red?’

    I was born with auburn hair. In fact, I was a redhead through all of my younger years – and I hated it. I hated being called “Carrot Top” or “Copper Top” or “Red” or whatever else came to mind. Then I started growing up and someone told me guys actually like redheads. Then my…

  • From keg stands to bottle warming – where has the time gone?

    Years ago, I had an epiphany: Not only could I choose not to have children, but I would choose not to have children. My reasons for not wanting them could be called selfish. I took a look at adults around me that had kids, and those that didn’t – and I decided I liked the…

  • From keg stands to bottle warming – where has the time gone?

    Years ago, I had an epiphany: Not only could I choose not to have children, but I would choose not to have children. My reasons for not wanting them could be called selfish. I took a look at adults around me that had kids, and those that didn’t – and I decided I liked the…

  • What’s wrong with drinking bath water, anyway?

    Kids. I don’t have any. I don’t want any. But don’t say I don’t love them. I absolutely love them. I’ve spent the past few days babysitting for my nieces (ages 3 and 1) while Kevin and Jenn are on vacation in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico), and I have learned a few things about kids: =…

  • What’s wrong with drinking bath water, anyway?

    Kids. I don’t have any. I don’t want any. But don’t say I don’t love them. I absolutely love them. I’ve spent the past few days babysitting for my nieces (ages 3 and 1) while Kevin and Jenn are on vacation in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico), and I have learned a few things about kids: =…

  • It’s like riding a bike …

    Uh, that saying is so misleading. Riding a bike is so not like riding a bike. If you know what I mean. Quick background: I was one with my bike as a kid. Rode it for fun even, not exercise. Got a Schwinn in 8th grade. Stopped riding sometime around high school. Dug it out…

  • Some scissors and some free time …

    So when I joined TrySports‘ Triple Rewards Club, I got a free T-shirt. Not just any free T-shirt. A moisture-wicking tech tee. Those are not cheap – can cost up to $50. And they are great for running in. Except … even though I got a size small, it was way too big for me.…

  • No idle hands at this house

    This weekend, in pictures and thoughts: The run: I didn’t take pictures of everything, of course. I didn’t photograph me waking up at 4:30 a.m. just to get my run in because I knew I had a busy day ahead. I was home before the sun came up, so it would have been a picture…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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 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…

  • A rock-star weekend

    So, pretty standard weekend for me … (uh, not in the least). I won’t go into all the details since I did so on Twitter in great detail as they were happening (sorry for anyone who did not want to know every second of my nephew’s birth) but my sister had her baby on Friday…

  • 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…

  • What I’ve been doing (since I’ve not been blogging)

    I wondered why I spent the first part of the week sleeping (and not blogging) but when I look back on my weekend I really should not wonder at all. I’m not 21 anymore, after all … Thursday night/Friday morning Chris came to town on Thursday evening and he and Jeff and I went for a late dinner…