Sonnet 114

10 06 2009
Or whether doth my mind, being crown’d with you,
Drink up the monarch’s plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O,’tis the first; ’tis flattery in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is ‘greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison’d, ’tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.


I typed it out by memory in the comment section but opted to post it as it should be written. Just because a lot can add to a poems meaning, not just the actual words.


If you want to try and read it the way it shoul dsound remember “-‘d” would be the way we say something past tense like poisoned… and if the “-ed” is in there you would pronunciate that, “Poison-ed.”


You’re also supposed to take a “breath’ with every comma. Its not easy lol. I had to prefomr this for a speech class.


Anyway, enjoy, I’m interested in what you guys see with this.



4 06 2009

Sorry guys. I was going to post this but really just didn’t feel it. It needs more work. Will get back to you when I can.

Testing it out

3 06 2009

Hey guys. SOO, my guy came up with a pretty decent book idea. Well, he said it would be a funny movie, but being in the biz (ok, not really, but I can pretend I know what i’m talking about) I thought, no no. You write a BOOK first. Then you auction it off as a screenplay. Writers are lazy. Well, screen play writers. Maybe it’s not lazy. But everyone thinks they can write (including myself), and they can’t. It’s not being mean. It’s just a fact of life. When people try to hard, it doesn’t come out well.

I digress. So he comes out with this idea that circles our lives. A couple we are close with are also hunting for an apartment. So, he goes, “Wouldn’t it be funny to watch a movie about two couples fighting it out and looking for a house together.”

I thought, we coul dhave something here. What person in the USA couldn’t relate to hunting to that perfect place to live, being on a tight budget, and having friends. Whether or not I stay on a literal path with the premise for the idea, or veer off and just write whatever happens, I figured why not. Why not give it a shot.

There is a chance I’ll write this. Write another page or two, and forget about it until I find it four years later and cringe at my attempt. But who knows. Maybe this time it’ll happen. I have, afterall, been able to keep up with a blog for the most part. Something I’ve never been able to do longer than a month or two.

So here we go. This isn’t the start, middle or end. It’s just what I wrote. Please be brutally honest. Don’t spare my feelings. Im really asking for hard critism. Im asking you to pretend you don’t know me at all. Pretend you picked up a leaflet and this is what you found. As consumers. What would your thoughts be.



I sat in the restaurant quietly hoping my boyfriend wouldn’t call. I was cheating on him. With Cheesecake Factory. Never mind I had a (slightly) innocent salad. And it wasn’t the people I was dining with; friends from home were in town for the week. But spending extra money. How could I, he would most certainly ask. We just bought all that food. It’s ok. I admit it. I have a problem. I enjoy eating out too much.

My heart dropped when I felt my phone buzz in my bag. I don’t like lying, and I hate ignoring his calls. I felt the buzz stop and grabbed my phone. Curiosity always gets the best of me. It wasn’t Andy. It was my apartment manager.

My heart found its way back up to my chest and the pulse shook my hands.

“Not now,” I thought. “I know I vacuumed, but it was barely after ten. I had to. If she saw our carpet, she would have agreed!”

I had my excuses ready to go; they were becoming pretty standard now.

“No really, we were asleep. Yes at 10, I had to be up early.”
“The dogs don’t bark unless we tell them to.”
“We were running errands, we weren’t home, and, uhm, we had the dogs with us.”
“Come on, Ned, You know she is crazy!”

The last one was my favorite and probably the only truthful excuse I had in my bank.

For the past two months I had been avoiding the manager. Over all he was a nice guy, albeit pretty forgetful. I generally used this to my advantage. No, no, Andy wasn’t living with me, he just slept over a lot; Goalie was his dog, so technically I did NOT have three dogs, just 1 and ¾ of a dog; promising I would pay the extra dog deposit next paycheck.

We tended to just pretend we had no idea what he was talking about when the fact that we actually had three dogs living in our studio, I mean, my studio apartment. We had adopted Andy’s dog, Goalie, and she had given birth 2 weeks after before. Kayla was the result. But a 9-week-old puppy could hardly account for a full grown actual dog. She was in her pen most of the time anyway.

I pressed the button for my visual voicemail – who doesn’t love the new iphone features. Ah, technology.

“Hey, Mel, it’s Ned, from the apartments. Could you call me back as soon as you get this?”

Crap. My manager calls me for 2 reasons. The rare time I call in for something and he has to call me back, made rarer by his forgetfulness. ; And when the crazy below me called in yet another complaint.

I cringed inwardly and debated on my next course of action. Lunch was over, so stepping outside to make the call wouldn’t be rude. But did I really want to deal with this now? I texted Andy as a way to stall and think. I couldn’t actually call him. I was still, after all, in the restaurant. I’d be busted.

Ned called. Another complaint. I think…

I left it at that and, curiosity getting the best of me, stepped outside to make the call.

“Hey Ne… Hello?”
“Mel? You there”
“Hey Ned, what’s going on.”
“Heyyyy.” Ned liked to draw out his “hey” as if he were hesitant to talk to you, or as if you were an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long, long time. “So listen, I got your rent check and it was only for 950.”

I did my mental calculation here. OK, this was about rent. THAT, I could handle.
“Right, did I make it out to the wrong person.” (I can be airheaded like that).

“No, I just thought your rent was $995.”

PHEW! I wrote my old rent price down. Problem solved. I hurried off the phone, promising to rewrite the check, before Ned could remember that we promised to pay him that extra dog deposit. I also realized admitting my own mistake would mean heckling and jibing later on. I texted Andy back.

I made a mistake on the rent. And he asked us to keep it down at night. You know, crazy neighbor again.

Andy called back immediately. Dammit, did he not realize I did NOT want to get caught?
I let it ring to voicemail and waited till I was outside of the restaurant before calling him again. Sneaky, I am.

“Hey Unn. It’s ok. I just wrote down the wrong amount and he wants us to just be quieter.”
“Mel, we didn’t DO anything last night.”
“Er, yea, but we vacuumed kind of late. So. You know.”
“Doesn’t he know she’s crazy?” Rob pressed.
“Well, yea, but you know, he hates getting the calls as much as we hate hearing the top of her broom on our floor.”
“Oh, Ok. I’ll talk to you later then Unny. Miss you”
“You too.”

I turned to my friends, who were now standing outside with me. Jules handed me the card I left behind to pay my portion of the bill and my receipt.

“All clear?”
“Yea,” I exhaled. I heard the stress on the “e” that my friends in California loved goading me for. East coast accent. Ugh. “But, I promise you this. I can’t keep running around. We’re done. I’m talking to Rob tonight… We’re moving out by July.”

My threat was toward no one but me. I just couldn’t handle it any longer. I loved Andy, even with his neuroses and inability to be on time for anything that did not directly affect him, and of course, the OCD tendencies when it came to cleaning. I loved our dogs. I wasn’t getting rid of them. And as much as I did love my little studio overlooking the Glendale Foothills, I knew, I couldn’t last in 500 square feet much longer. It was time to get serious about house hunting.

I bid farewell to my friends and told them I would meet up with them later that evening. I got back to the office and signed up for a rental service immediately. Andy and I had half-heartedly looked through for 2 months. We knew when the complaints started coming in we would have to move out. Not to mention for our own sanity. Andy still had his apartment, but it had become more of a storage space than anything. A very expensive storage space I might add. It was time to move on this.

I called Andy and told him what I did.

“Awesome,” he exclaimed. “I’ll give you half of that later.”
“No worries,” I said. I was relieved he was on board. I’ve never thought he didn’t want to move in with me. I just held, in the back of my mind, that he was a guy, and sometimes, these steps were a bit frightening for them. Sometimes it took time. Sometimes you had to go slow, let them think it was their idea. But we were running out of time.
“Don’t tell Nancy.”

His statement took me by shock. What does he mean, don’t tell Nancy. Of course I was going to tell Nancy. Nancy and her husband Rob were also house hunting. Either of us wanted to buy, so we would constantly share house rental stories, laughing about insanely small closets and impossible bathrooms,  in between our giggling about her husband’s and Andy’s shared quirks. We weren’t catty. We were just girls. And if you dealt with what we did? You’d have to laugh to. Just to keep our sanity. All girls do. I think.

“So, why can’t I tell Nancy?” I pushed.
“Because we’re paying for this. So we can get better listings. If you give her our login and password? They may steal a house from under our noses.”
“Look, we’ll give them the password. We’ll just find out house first.”

And so it began. We loved our friends. Every couple has that one go-to couple or friend that is in the same lot of life as they are. Who understand the grievances you go through on a day-to-day basis? Who understand you when you cry, “My dog redecorated our apartment with her poop again!” or “I swear she PEED in my bag!” These are the couples and friends that can laugh at the daily antics that parade through your life without turning a nose up or a judgmental eye. And now? This very couple, the one girl I bonded with since my move a year prior, were now our elite enemies. He was right.

We needed. A. House.

All work and no play…

22 05 2009

Does anyone watch Seinfeld? I feel like it can really relate to me right now. Not the fact that their all high-strung and jewish. But, more specifically, George’s answering machine (sung to the tune of “Believe or Not (I’m walking on air)”:

Believe it or not, George, Isn’t at home

Please leave a message at the beep

I must be out or I’d pick up the phone

Where could I be???

Believe it or not I’m not home!

That is basically how I’ve felt the past month. Life has been, in short, a hectic crazy mess. I’ve been around as much as I could be, but considering how crazy everything has been I’ve barely had a chance to even keep up with my emails and comments, let alone respond. Let’s recap, shall we?



Ape and I are doing well. We sorted out the mess as best we could with my apartment situation. Fortuantely for us the manager knows the girl (she’s too immature to deem a lady or woman) who lives below me is certifiably insane. Not to mention she doesn’t pay her rent on time. Now we may be a nuisance with the dogs, but the reality is we’re good tenants, always willing to work WITH the manager, rather than fight him, and I ALWAYS pay rent on time (Who knows if its the Jew in me who refuses to pay a 50 dollar late fee or just something instilled on me by my parents. I’ll go with the first though considering I still have to pay my cell phone, elec and water bills. It’s not that I couldn’t, its just time flew by too quickly!! Woops!)

As for house hunting? I wish I had more to report but it’s been disappointment city. Either the area isn’t good, the place is too small, there is no yard, the rent is too high, or, what has driven me the craziest, the homes we fell in love with are dead ends (someone either rented them or we don’t get a return call). Who knew so many people out there were in the market for a liveable 1 to 2 bedroom starter home with a yard. Man! But thankfully, considering the manager has kind of left us alone for the past month, we’re able to keep looking and wait for the right home. Its been a bit of back and forth. I want to widen our search radius and he wants to stay as picky as we’ve been and just keep looking. My mentality is we aren’t BUYING yet, just renting, so we can loosen up with certain needs (mostly location), but he’s been pretty strict with that. Seeing as we still have time, I’m ok with that, but we’re really hoping for a July move in date so we need to get on it. We’ll spend Monday hunting and as soon as we find a place I’ll look into finding a subleaser.


We DID have one, but that fell through too. Not because of the person who WANTED to sublease but because of the rules. a) I can’t sublease for a partial lease. It has to be the full remainder of the lease or I have to buy out what is left and lose my deposit. Yea right! The point of the move is to make life easier and save money. Doing that, I would lose close to 3k. No way. No How. b) the subleaser emailed me begging for the apartment (it really is a great studio) and said he was trustworthy and would pay me directly and we wouldnt go through a sublease; but I don’t know this person. My rule of thumb? Don’t trust anyone with anything legally signed under my name unless it is a direct relative. I would have trouble trusting even a distant relative. It’s not that they aren’t trustworthy, but its my name and credit on the line. If something were to not get paid? I’d be screwed. c) AND now not to mention we are definitely NOT going to be out by June 1 so there was no point in even going over that with the kid. He emailed me asking and I never responded. I told him in the last email he needed to keep looking. He had about 3 weeks to do that and he can easily find something for his needs.


My parents also came to visit. Nothing to eventful there. Just an amazing weekend with my Mom and Dad. I cried a lot the day before the left and the day they did leave. I never realize how much I miss them until they are with me and then I’m a mess. I’m still learning how to be happy that something happened versus being sad that its over. But that will take time. My dad was even like, maybe we shouldn’t visit you until you’re more used to living so far away. I told him that was silly. I admitted that I used to bawl my eyes out for the first hour when I would drive back to college after visiting. And my parents knew how much I LOVED my school and where I was living at the time so I guess they now understand its just my attachment to them. I can be sublimely happy, but no matter where I am, I want them close by. Im old enough and strong enough to know that can’t always be and I’m completely ok with it. But Im sure i’ll be reverting back to my six-year-old self when leaving my parents, even when I’m in my 40s and 50s. It’s just how I am with them. I don’t think it’s a bad thing either. What’s wrong with loving your parents too much? Absolutely nothing 🙂

The puppy is doing GREAT. She had her first vaccinations yesterday and pooped out a million worms which was SUPER gross. She already took a dewormer and it was tapeworms so we just need to give all the dogs their flea medications asap to prevent it from happening again. If I get out early today like I think I will I get to go meet our new vet, which I would really LOVE to do. It’s hard. Ape has never had a dog like we do now (having to be the one to go to the vet, take care of the meds and vacs, etc) and so he doesn’t always know the questions we need to ask. Its not that hes not competent and its not that I don’t trust him to figure it out, I just have more experience. Like he knew we had to give flea meds but he had no idea that those meds are dependent on the weight of a dog and there is no way we can give to Layla what we give to Keeper and Fred. And he knows to get advantage but he doesn’t know to ask about adcantage OR advantage multi. AND he doesn’t know how to apply it so he doesn’t know to ask the vet how long before the puppy can play with the dogs because she can’t get it on her. And I can tell him to ask but he may or may not remember with everything else that goes on and it’s just easier to do it myself sometimes. Does that make me controlling? I hope not. Im not trying to be. I just like knowing whats up and like having the opportunity to ask for myself. So yea, I hope Im the one who gets to go today lol. Not to mention I want to know the person who is taking care of my dogs!!

She's full of smiles at seven weeks old (when the pic was taken). She is two months old this weekend. How time flies.

She's full of smiles at seven weeks old (when the pic was taken). She is two months old this weekend. How time flies.

OH and did I mention she’s smarter than we are? At five weeks she learned if she pushed her pen out of the kitchen and into the living room she could squeeze under it. She took that as an opportunity to redecorate my apartment with her poop. We figured, OK, no big deal, let’s get something heavy and use it as a weight so she can’t push it forward anymore. So we bought cinder blocks. It worked. For a week….At six weeks she learned how to literally CLIMB out of her pen as if she were climbing a ladder. Again, redecorated the apartment with poop. My little designer. She also ate one of my favorite books. Can’t say she doesn’t have good taste! I found page numbers in her poo that day too. But she is finally old enough to be crated so we’re crate training her now and she’s doing fantastic. No messes in her cage and she knows to go right to her pee pad to go potty. Still working on poop. She gets too excited to go, but we think with the deworming and her new diet we think we’ll have an easier go of it.


This is where life has been the most intense. For the past two weeks (maybe three?) I’ve been working my crazy butt off. Some days I work normal hours and it’s not AS insane but by the time I get home there is just so much to do.


I may or may not have mentioned I was working on a big project for my company. Well not HUGE but I was throwing my first event.  And then on top of it I had to take over someone else’s work until they found a replacement. So I’m doing my normal job, throwing the event and then doing someone else’s work on top of it. And I couldn’t say no to helping with the extra job. I really want a raise and will do anything I need to get it!

Not to mention the pressure that if it went well then we’d go national with the event. It basically had me working 10 hour days (13 hours the day of the event!), but the good news is it went REALLY well and we WILL be going national with it so yay! That went well. It was a major success, a bigger turn out than we expected AND the founder of the company came to the event and declared it a success so we’re happy with that.


I thought I’d have time to rest after the event but NOPE. We have to overhaul our art and make sure everything that is up has a release and create an all new playlist. Before I could start working on THAT though (easily a 2-3 week project) I had to quickly clean up one locations server because a Major TV station (not allowed to say) is holding a big event there and it will be documented. That means we had to be 100 percent sure the art on the screens was released to us and we had to make sure it would run without a hitch. Seems easy but its a long and slow process. The system we use runs at a snail pace when I do maintenance on it and there were a ton of little odds and ends I had to do to make sure it went through. I have been at work for minimum 9 hour days with very short lunch breaks (15 minutes and I eat at my desk so I work and eat… normally we’re allowed up to an hour). Last night? I was here till almost 8:30p.m. The last person to leave.  AND this mornign I was the first person in. Thankfully its a half day. I can use it if I make sure my project went through smoothely. If not? I’m stuck here fixing it. BLECH.


I wish I could say it was gonna ease up now but I know it isn’t. Perhaps the hours wont be as bad but work will be jsut as busy. I’ll be rehauling all of our playlists starting next week. That means taking all the old art down, reformatting it into a new layout and then basically doing what I’ve been doing the last few days but with hundreds more images and slides. FUN!


I will say though, I’ve realized I’ve been super stressed lately, not because I hate what I am doing but because I LIKE it and I actually care about the job I do. Not to mention I’m hoping my crazy hours and dedication earns me that raise! HAHA. I do love my job though. So I got that going for me.


I hope I’ll be able to be a bit more attentive soon. See if I can at least keep up with everyone and get my personal affairs back in order. Till then? Its all work and no play. But this Mich is definitely not a dull girl.


Till next time!

Short Hiatus (sort of)

28 04 2009

Hey guys. Just letting you know posting may be slow right now. I just got the dreaded call from my apartment manager. Apparently people are complaining because of our dogs. We have a month to find a subleaser and a new place (unless we opt into moving into a one bedroom in the current place we are in now, which we dont want to really do since we are unhappy there).

The only reassurance is we had alreayd decided to move in together and were sort of looking and trying to figure out how to get out of my lease. We actually already had a place but it wont be ready for a few months and we no longer have time on our side.

I’ll try and post and keep everyone updated but for now, life may be a bit hectic for me.

At least this will make for some interesting blogging?

Where Art Thou…. again???

21 04 2009

Yeah, so I thought that I would have some fun and freak a few people out and write an entry on here… again. Talk about not being regular huh?

So, in my last post, I indicated that I was going through some interview processes to find a job. Well, I did that with three companies. Two indicated that they were going on a hiring freeze just before they were going to make me an offer, the other one hired from within. So here I am still looking for a job, hell even a part time job I will take!! But all part time jobs I have tried for either said I was over qualified or didnt call.

Other than that, me and my man have been together for over a year now… CRAZY!!! I turned 29 and things are pretty darn good.

Mich – sorry I have been so MIA lately. On your bday I was out canoing with my father. It was fun. Hope everyone else is going well. I am a person of very few words these day… it isnt a bad thing, just not much to talk about.

Oh and celebrating your birthday for a week isnt being a snob… celebrating the entire MONTH is… and that would be me! thank God for everyone else that Feb is a short month!!




editors note: Yea, Twinnie, lol, I’m still technically celebrating mine too. No worries. Guess thats why we’re MnM

Call me Joe Hottie

20 04 2009

LoL. Couldn’t help it. Just visited the site and saw some comments and was like yea, that’s usually why I don’t post. Laziness. Sorry guys. But I’m at least honest about it (OO, too soon? Hahaha).


It’s funny. As I write this, I have a voice whispering in my ear (and by that I mean a friend IMing me) trying to encourage me to write professionally.


My whole literary life has been nicked and banged. Probably much the same as any Joe Schmoe, but I’ve hesitations all the same. I swear, this isn’t some, convince me to write a book. Honestly, I will one day. I know what to write about. But I have the attention span of George Bush and don’t know if it’ll ever actually get finished.

See, couldn’t even finish my original thought there. I’ve always wanted to write. I started writing two sentence stories for my grandmother. Of course, she was obligated to think I was the next Pulitzer winner. In tenth grade my writing style was shot down by a teacher who said I wrote too much like a journalist. I wanted to be one at the time. But after a 2 year internship with the Miami Herald I figured it wasn’t my niche.


Then a friend won a literary contest with a title I came up with for a band. Barbie Doll Heads and Nursery Rhymes. Even though I was happy I could help (even unknowingly) and knowing it was more her writing that won the awards, I felt a bit cheated. I also felt like I would never write up to par to the hipsters in making that I ran around with. You know the type? Hippy high school kids who are all into writing and photography. Whether it was because the literary magazine supervisor and I didn’t get along, or what, my work was never used. Why bother at that point. (I swear, this isn’t some lets pity me thing lol).


In college I became an English Lit major. I could bang out a paper the night before it was due and guarantee myself at least a B+. I went from a 2.7 to a 3.6 by graduation all after I became an English Lit major. And its fitting. I always want a say in everything. Im a wordy person. My college friends continue to joke about that. If I tell a story in under three sentences they’re amazed.



So yea, that’s where I am now. I guess eventually I’ll get a paper journal and just start scribbling and maybe one day it will turn into work.



I was going to use this post to write about my week. The vacation to Orcas Island. How funny my family is. The whirlwind of this past weekend. My sunburned back. But now, my ADD has kicked in. And I should probably get to work. Till next time…