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About Me

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This part of my blog has been quite daunting for me to figure out. How do I talk “about me”? What do I have to say that would even sound worthy of reading?

But I’ve come to terms with the fact that I am interesting. We are all unique, and it’s because of our uniqueness we are interesting, right? I’d like to believe that anyway. So while my “good life” nowadays may seem mundane and average, trust me, there have been 36 years of super juicy stuff that all add up to a pretty darn happy, content and fulfilling life.

My name is Melissa. I was named after the song “Sweet Melissa” by The Allman Brothers. I was born in 1979, obviously to southern rock-loving parents. I’ve carried on that love of good ‘ole rock and roll. The next best thing to talk radio (I’m a tad obsessed with Sean Hannity) for me is jamming out to Aerosmith, Lynyrd Skynyrd or Journey. Even hearing the first note of some of the best songs from the ’70s brings me back to my living room sitting with my dad listening to albums on the record player. The “ching” of coins at the beginning of “Money” by Pink Floyd? Dang. I played that few seconds on repeat, which was actually quite a task on a record player. And I totally turn into my mom when I hear today’s latest hits come on the radio and shake my head saying “ugh, music these days”. Reminds me of when Vanilla Ice first hit it big and my mom and dad were appalled by the lyrics of “Ice, Ice Baby”. But hearing your ten-year olds singing “word to your mother” while rocking out with headphones in the back seat of the Volvo is nothing compared to the booty-shaking, humping-and-grinding we have to hear these days. Yuck. Give me Black Crowes any day.

I grew up in Raleigh. Most of my very best memories are with my brother, Jacob. He was my first role model and to this day remains the most influential person in my life. 919736_10201171197463986_198577734_oClimbing trees til we felt a breeze and thought we were in the clouds, belting out the theme to “The Dukes of Hazzard” while racing on our big wheels, and later, riding around town with the top off his Jeep while blaring Snoop Dogg through the biggest speakers his paycheck could buy.  (Because you know it’s all about that base.)  Anything with Jacob. Doesn’t matter if it was as simple as watching “In Living Colour” in his bedroom when our parents thought we were asleep or as exhilarating as riding our bikes through the burning embers of a backyard fire that had faded. Those are the highlights of my younger days.

Fast forward to 1998. That was when I hit the jackpot by meeting Jason. I was a sophomore at Peace College and he a senior at NC State who grew up in Hickory. It was love at first sight, although he didn’t see it that way for awhile. Yep, I pursued him til he finally came to his senses. Either that or I just wore him down. I don’t know why, but I just knew he was the one for me. I truly believe that my life is golden because of him. I highly recommend marrying your best friend. We married in 2001 and had our first baby, Luca, six years later.

Luca. Holy cow, the instantaneous love I felt for that boy was overwhelming. He’s turning 8 next month and that love has only grown. Luca is a major nature geek. Anything outdoor related and you’ve got his attention. Strange animal facts? He knows ’em. Awesome bike trails? He’s there. Find a rock? He can tell you what type it is. He is a hybrid of all things cool. His extreme love of learning is a really neat thing to witness. He’s just as at home in a greenhouse planting seeds as he is duking it out in a Nerf gun battle. He’ll spend hours shooting basketballs then come in ready to snuggle. He’s freaking awesome.

I was beyond excited when I found out we were having a little girl. I’d always dreamt of having a daughter and naming her after my kind, loving grandmother, Eva. My sweet Eva came along when Luca was barely two. I suffered from the same worry as most second-time mothers do, which is “how will I possibly love another child as much as I do my first”? Miraculously, my heart expanded and made room. Eva is the best friend your child could ask for. Her imagination knows no bounds. She’s just as comfortable playing Little People princesses as she is setting up a hideout from bad guys in a creek with her brothers. She is a cheerleader for everyone she meets and will always side with the underdog. Eva has known since she could speak that she wants to be an animal doctor when she grows up. Doc Eva. Anything soft and furry is her favorite thing. She’s spunky, sweet, silly and absolutely gorgeous.

Ian. Oh, Ian. What a curmudgeon of adjectives he is. He’s sweet and snuggly and loves giving kisses, immediately followed by chasing you around with a sword and pirate’s hook. He is very polite. He’ll be sure to say he’s sorry after he knocks you on the head with his Hulk action figure. He is the definition of a two and a half year old boy. Any bit of liveliness that we were missing around here was filled in when Ian joined our crew. He keeps us on our toes at ALL times. He’s equal parts Winnie the Pooh and Tigger: Soft and cuddly mixed with bouncy and wild. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m a full-blooded, all-around North Carolina girl. I’ll bless your heart and bring you a casserole at even the hint of sickness or sadness. And like a good southern girl, I love my mama, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, sister-in-law and mother-in-law more than pocketbooks and shoes or a trip to Target sans kids. And don’t get me started on my twin sister kitties that we got on Christmas Day last year. When I miss having a newborn baby I pick them up and cuddle whether they like or not. I pay attention to politics waaaay too much. I love to travel and Jason and I are bound and determined to live abroad one of these days. I’m fortunate enough to be a stay at home mom. I cringe when I hear other moms saying they “don’t work; they’re a stay at home mom”. HAAAA! Yeah, you work, you just do it in your sweatpants with jelly in your hair smelling like week-old cheese because you haven’t showered in that long. But none of that matters, because we get to spend our days with our favorite people.

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There are many things I can say to describe myself in not-so-flattering ways, but one thing I can say is that I’m a nice person. I like to be nice. I like to do nice things for others. I like to make nice things and learn about nice people. Am I skipping over some not-so-gamourous low points of my life? You’re darn tootin’ I am. I really like to focus on good things. Hence this blog. When I get all in my feelings and down about this or that, I try my best to suck it up and think good thoughts. I want to hear about all the nice people and what they’re doing to make this world a nicer place. I want my kids to learn that kindness and sincerity are better traits to have than any others. I’ll throw in some good recipes, fun things to do around town, some good product reviews, and well, anything and everything good. Join me on my quest for goodness! Let’s find the good, y’all!

P.S. Wow, that was extremely cathartic! Do yourselves a favor and go write your own “about me”. I bet it’ll remind you of your past obstacles whilst renewing your knowledge that you’re living the good life!



Photo Credit: The photos on this page were taken by T&T Photography.

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