Showing posts with label Mel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mel. Show all posts

Friday, July 5, 2013

"I'm nothing if not loyal" -Melissa Schanz

"I'm nothing, if not loyal." -Melissa Schanz. 

I searched and searched on the Internet for someone who said this quote before me, and I did not find anyone. 

So I'm claiming the quote as my own. 

I did however, find that on the movie 'The Emperor's New Grove' there is a quote from Yzma (the crazy lady who wants the emperor dead) to Kuzco (the emperor) that goes "But...but your highness, I have been nothing if not loyal to your highness for many many years." 

So, you see, not the same. 

Therefore, the quote belongs to me. 

If anyone needs to use it in the future, please give credit where it is due. 

And if anyone finds someone else that said it first, please do not let me know. Because, frankly, I did not look past page one on Google. I mean, who looks past page one?!?! 

Adios Muchachas 

Mel

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Rack City = Headache City

You know the song Rack City? No? Okay, we'll it goes something like this:

Rack rack city b*tch, rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch, rack city b*tch, mutha on the beat...

You get the picture. It's totally annoying. I mean my 5 year old could come up with better lyrics than that. 

Anyway, the only reason I bring it up is because every time I get one of my annoying headaches, I think of that song and its annoying lyrics. 

Except mine goes:

Headache city man, head ache city, headache city man, head ache city. Mother has a headache. 

Still annoying but better suited to fit my headache situation. 

That's all. 

Adios Muchachas 

Mel

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Restless Legs Syndrome

Pretty sure I have Restless Leg Syndrome. I'm not joking, so stop laughing. 

Okay, I'm laughing too. I'm sure I don't have any leg conditions, but man, I have this constant urge to keep my legs moving when it's time to go to sleep. 

I'm weirded out by it so much that I've been talking to my legs. 

That's right. I'm talking to my legs. I say things like:

"Why don't you just take a chill pill and go to sleep?"

Or...

"What is your problem? Can't you just lay still?"

As of yet they haven't responded...and I'm thinking they aren't going to. 

So, should I read them a bedtime story? Massage them? Relax in a hot bath tub? Take some Tylenol PM?  Well? 

Just what I thought, Blog.....You're not answering me either!

Adios Muchachas 

Mel

P.S. Blog, if you do answer, I'm pretty sure I'm going to freak out. 


Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Best advice

We've all heard it before...

"If you don't have something nice to say, then don't say anything at all."

It is such a true statement. But going further, if you decide to say something that is pleasant to your ears but is secretly being hurtful to others, it means the same thing. 

Example: 

I say, "I love that I have a nice big diamond ring."  But, I'm only saying this because someone I know has a teeny tiny diamond and I'm secretly hoping they feel bad. 

I know, maybe not the most clear cut example. But still, you get it. Maybe the new "If you don't have something nice to say, then...."  Should be:

"Think about others before you open your mouth." 

Think about the company you have around you. To be a true good friend we do not boast about the things we are given. God gave them to us to treasure, not gloat. 

But since I want everyone to enjoy what I have, I have an amazing God. Period. 

Adios Muchachas 

Mel

P.S. Facebook is the devil in disguise. It is just a place to tempt people into saying sarcastic, double-meaning statements to hurt the ones we hold dear. Sometimes I wish I didn't participate...

P.P.S. But, I will continue to keep my Facebook page open and going because I love seeing my family and friends pictures and hope people like seeing mine. Hopefully I will not be tempted by the devil to participate in the evilness part of it. 

P.P.P.S. That is all the deep thoughts I have for now.  :)

Monday, June 17, 2013

Some days...

Some days are meant for working
Some are meant for playing
Some days are meant for fighting
Some are meant for loving
Some days are meant for dying
Some are meant for living
Some days are meant for tears
Some are meant for laughter
But all days are meant for prayer. 

That is all. 

Adios Muchachas 

Mel