Bedtime Bwahahahas

More Monday Memes, since it’s once again, Monday.       Manic??       Well, I do have the girls, so it is busy, fer sure!

 Is it bedtime, yet??         Cuz I’m already tired!

slob, humor, bedtime meme


slob, humor,  room in bed meme

Pretty much! Toddlers win at “King of the Bed!”



slob, humor, bedtime meme

Said no parent ever!

slob, humor, killer bed meme

Bwahahaha!     I’ve almost killed myself several times on one of those!

Hmmmm, looks like we have a bed time theme going on here.        I gotta go look up another meme, on this theme.        Back in a flash!

slob, humor, sleep never happen


slob, humor, sleep in meme

So true…

slob, humor, Oprah gives early bedtime meme

Yay for Oprah!!

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slob, humor, toddler sleep meme


slob, humor, bedtime meme

Pretty slick!

slob, humor, bedtime meme

True story.

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Bwahahaha!      Bedtime is only funny when you’re not the one dealing with the baby, or the toddler!!

Have a great week!


Bi-polar Burden

When I was married to my first husband, he was forever and a day asking me if he was speaking to Melinda 1 or Melinda 2.   I never knew how to answer him.   “I don’t know!”   How could I answer him, when I couldn’t tell myself apart??    Which side of me was #1??   Which half was #2??

slob, sistersMaybe the problem was, I wasn’t me- I was my sister???    Oh wait, I’m 8 1/2 years older, we’re not twins.   So, that’s probably not it.    (Even though when we both had long blonde hair, we were often mistaken for each other!   Even now, when I’m fat, and have short gray hair, and she still has long blonde hair, we get mistaken for each other!!   People, people, people – pay attention!!   People who love purple all look alike, ya know!)   It happened just today!   (AND- she wears glasses!!)

Sometimes I’d laugh so loud, and unrestrained, I’d get shushed.   Other days, I couldn’t drag myself outta bed before noon.   And couldn’t talk, because it was more energy than I had to do so.

I definitely knew there were 2 Melindas, I just didn’t knew who was who.

I’d also act in completely contrary ways.   Sometimes, I’d be very affectionate, and loving, others I’d act cold, and hateful.   And “those times of the month” always heightened the intensity of whichever way the pendulum was swinging on any given day.

Like I said in Bi-polar Bear, I always knew I was different.  I just didn’t know why, or if I could be helped, or if I was just too weird to ever be normal.

In high school, I just embraced the “weird” persona.   I was the “crazy” girl who wore an Army uniform to school, since I was Sgt at Arms for my DCT club.  And chased a dude across the school grounds, because he refused to wear a tie- the dress code.   I tackled him, and drug him into the meeting, with that tie on!!   We were both outta breath, and the tie was a mangled mess, but he was wearing it!   I walked down the halls, reading a book, glancing over the top of the page, so I didn’t run into people.   I wore my prom dress to class.   I became a clown, to try to ease the pain.

slob, younger clown meslob, greedy me









  As long as I was laughing at myself, then I couldn’t notice that they were laughing at me.   It didn’t help that I had to wear knee length culottes, when everyone else wore gym shorts, (Due to my parents’ religious convictions).   Did they really think wide legged culottes, that slipped down to the top (bottom??) of my upper thighs when on the floor, were more modest than shorts???   (That one wasn’t thought through at all!!)   In elementary school, I had to wear dresses over my pants.   Thankfully, by the time I got to high school, they had loosened up enough to let me wear jeans, sans the over skirt!

Lots of things in my childhood contributed to the dissonance inside.   I had my private me, then I had public me.  And still public me didn’t always fit in.   I mostly felt like a very round peg, {I was fat most of my adolescence, until my senior year of HS, then I still felt fat} in a world of skinny square holes.

slob, younger tree hugger me I just looked fat, it was the shoulder pads, right??


And I loved school, and got great grades without having to study.  As you can imagine, that endeared me to EVERYONE!   NOT.

It’s a wonder I didn’t grow up to be a psychopathic serial killer!!    (Well, at least not in reality, in my mind I murdered people right and left.)

So, Melinda, Melinda, Melinda, who art thou??

I’m still trying to figure that out.   Relying on God helps.   If it wasn’t for Him, I’d never have lived this long.   I’d have followed thru with my suicide plans many decades ago.

So, if you have bi-polar, you aren’t alone.   It’s quite a burden, but try to reach out to others. There is help.  

And if all else fails, write a blog, and spill your guts for the whole world to see.



Honesty is the best policy.  You’ve heard it all your life.   And, it really is!

Kids, if your parents say this to you, TRUST them!    They have been there, done that, and hidden the T-shirt from you!!



Having the Holy Spirit living inside me is a wonderful way to stay honest.    When I ask Him to help me not lie, boy is He ever Johnny-on-the-spot!

For example, in Man, Much? I said “This time I haven’t looked for a man.”    Immediately I felt a “check” in my spirit.   And I thought, oh that’s right, except for that one time on line. A “check” in your spirit is when you feel God nudging you, but not like an audible voice or anything.

And an honesty meme, thanks to Jenny from Unremarkable Files for posting on her Facebook page.

slob, humor, terrible housekeeper

Yep, pretty much says it all!




Wow, I really am preaching a lot lately!   I never knew I wanted to be a preacher!   lol



Japanese Jottings

Have you read that Japanese book about tidying up??   I haven’t, and I feel like I don’t need to, due to the hundreds thousands (feels like anyway) of posts I’ve read on the subject.

Some people are really gung ho.   Others are more skeptical, but willing to try it.    Others pick and choose parts to apply to their lives.

I joked about DD1 “Konmari-ing” me without my permission.   But all she did was fold the clothes in those overly fussy {in my humble opinion} little shapes.   Ain’t nobody got time for that!!



That said, some of her principles intrigue me.   The one where if the item doesn’t spark joy, get rid of it.   I do have 1 piece of clothing that doesn’t spark joy, so I’m thinking it might need to go.

getting rid of snap front housedress

Buh-bye, snappy house dress!



However,  I will NOT be holding it in my hand, and thanking it for its service!     I don’t believe inanimate objects have spirits, or the need for appreciation.    That part is very hinky to me.

I do know once you tidied up, you will have more energy, and less depression, because I have experienced that for myself.

But, none of her clients have EVER had to re-tidy???   Somehow, I don’t quite believe that.   So, maybe she never worked with any parents????    Or people on the hoarding scale???  Or people who are overwhelmed???    Anyway, that’s just my opinion, that part might not be entirely true.   Or, maybe she has only been working less than 5 years???    I don’t know.

So, while I won’t be using her methods, I do agree that tidying up is very good for you!   And we should all try it!

Just my thought on the jottings of that Japanese lady.