If you haven't already done so, grip the steering wheel as tightly as you possibly can...

When I received the phone call that morning, I was more or less at odds with how quiet my parents house had become. No goodbye's, no note of safe travels, nothing. Too late to drive 30 min. To make it to church, and not really sure if wanting to stay until they returned, or at least the half of them that weren't performing in Marshal.

The phone call came with a surprise that my gut knew already that morning upon drowsily tousling about to force the morning gloom back into night. "The roads are bad, better start off home soon." Dad said. "Thanks, I love you." I said. "I love you too, be careful." Dad said.

Then the whirlwind of getting things in order to leave my vacation cabin in the woods, aka: the parents house. No shower, for cleanliness ahead of safety looks vain. But a quick face wash and make up on I was ready for anything with my tousled head of hair. Brilliant. Packed the car and headed out for what the slick and rained on roads would have in store for Caleb and I.

They weren't too bad, if you went 45 MPH and kind of coasted to your stopping point. The worst was near Perham, MN. Where it started to rain fat droplets upon the already sleet filled roads. One finds that driving on ice is bad, but ice that has been freshly covered in rain is much more slick, much less manageable, and much more scary. I began to cry, wondering why I ever left my parents house. But I continued on, hoping for the best and less ice the further south I drove.

Almost to Wadena now, the roads look better, but no one in this line of caravaning cars, forced to be together and be tolerable, of the icy circumstances seemed to dare to hope that the roads were indeed water now instead of ice. Slow going, but not so lonely since there were a few of us all going through the same thing. Slowly we got into town. The roads turned from ice into water. I stopped for comfort of refueling, bathroom break, and a few choice snacks for Caleb and I before returning to white knuckling it through to the cities.

Once back on the road it was getting easier to see that the roads were better now. Puddles of water reflected road signs, but everyone had their cautions. You could see and feel relief sink in as the cars were more daring. The whole atmosphere in my own vehicle became a welcome relief. There's nothing like driving on ice only to realize that you aren't anymore. Tension is gone, come on let's drive!

Then in the joy of the newly found driving conditions a phone call of "I miss you and can't wait to see you!" Tuesday seems ages away, even for a neighbor. I smiled as I reached my house. Dirty, dirty car, we shall wash you tomorrow! Sorry bag boy at Kowalski's for having had to close the back hatch in her filth. Hot bathes and a good book. Good night and safe travels for all!

Word to the wise, a deaf ear to the foolish... Rules about commenting on my blog.

This is serious stuff. Take it as such. What I post is my life, it is fact. How I perceive, how I feel, what I've been through and lived through. Not yours. Your views are welcome. But rest assured that I won't bend to how you think I should live my life. No one can change me except me. Grin and bear it because everything is here to stay how I want it. Selfish? No, you in your own lives are the same way. I can't change you, nor do I want to or want to even attempt to think that I have any idea of what's going on in your life enough to think that I can change you. Please refrain from forcing your issues on me and others that blog here. (Jon, and the bluer folk I do not mean you-also anyone that I readily call 'immediate' close friends). This post is in reference over the multitude of posts by anonymous commenters on my 'the story of Melody Eve' post. I have deleted them all except the non-drama ones. It's my life story. I believe that I am living my life how it should be lived. Please read my blog as an odd/dementedly goofy way of 'getting to know someone'. My random thoughts are just how I view and love life. I'm done with drama, I lived a good 4 years under it's spell and have no taste for it. Living a Jerry Springer show once is enough to never want it again.

Those of you from my past, namely the Tennessee years and my ex. While you are welcome to post, know that it most likely will not stay on very long. Your jaded opinions are not needed here. What has happened in the past is just that, the past. We are all different people now, and if you aren't, then you need a new hobby. Another note: 'Do not judge, or you will be judged just as harshly'. That's the bible for you. Another thing, judging others, thinking nasty thoughts, hating someone, cheating, stealing, adultery, murder are all equal sins. None hold more weight than the other, and all can be forgiven just as easily. Move on with your life. Your anger and frustration towards me do nothing except hurt yourself. Because I feel none of it, and my life is good.

Again, comments are welcome, just be respectful to all involved.

Thanks!

If anything, It was totally AWESOME

Referring to the roller girls that is... Awesome!

We all came into the 'Roy' excitedly awaiting to see the Carolina Roller girls try to take on our beloved Minnesota Roller girls. I'm sure regular fans were surprised as much as I was to find that upon bout start there were no seats available on the floor level and the balcony was opened up and filling fast. Standing room only on the first floor!
These events aren't what I would call classy, but classy in another light where facets of different people come together to cheer on these girls. I love it. The tension in the room was thick as the roller girls were announced and the bout started. It was a close bout for the first period. But the middle period started to show a gap that was quickly becoming larger and larger as the points rolled in.
During the first break the girls pulled 4 kids out of the audience for a relay with the rollergirls. I am proud to say that Caleb was chosen and quickly became a crowd favorite with his dancing and dimples. :) There were even cheers for him from the crowd (besides mine of course).
The final period the Carolina rollergirls gave it all it had. Pushing for the seemingly unreachable goal to beat us. With every crash the crowd would roar. With every pass from our favorite jammers Jawbreaker, Ladykiller, and Mitzi the applause was deafening. We, Minnesotans, became enthralled with our girls. There were chants from hockey players, devout fans, along with the chants from the MN Thunder Soccer fans. The injuries were counting up as girls tried with everything to close the gap somewhat, but couldn't as the final score yielded a crazy fan filled yelling roar: Minnesota Rollergirls 237, Carolina Rollergirls 173. Carolina was defeated, but with grace as only roller girls could claim- beauty on skates.

Maybe this sport to me is somewhat of a guilty pleasure. But I love it. And in the end all I know is this, they came, they tried, but we won. Minnesota Rocks!

Very amusing... insightful, maybe, but amusing at the very least.

Sorry if this offends anyone that reads. I thought this was funny in an odd melody-ish kind of way.

Your Seduction Style: Siren / Rake

You possess an unbridled sensuality that appeals to many. The minute you meet anyone, you can make them crave you almost immediately. You give others the chance to lose control with you... spiraling into carnal bliss. A dangerous lover, you both fascinate and scare those you attract.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

The photo you've been waiting for, well some of you, alright, maybe not...

Bluer's game night was turned into 'Alternative Christian music skate night'. Yes, we went. Yes, we had fun. Yes, they played the cheesy Christian songs that you heard at the roller rink when you were a kid, but they didn't play Amy Grant's 'Baby Baby', Michael W. Smith's 'Place in this world'. But they did play 'Jesus Freak' by DC Talk. Classic! Don't get me wrong and classify me as one who is submerged in that sort of music, because that would be wrong, it was good to remember- and it was great to skate!
You can also see more incriminating photos on Nick's flickr page.

Roommate wanted/NEEDED.

Alright. So maybe I've had enough of this- falling noises from my roommates room, and door slams for no reason other than the fact that he's drunk again. Nothing has ever happened to Caleb or I, but the living situation is drama filled roller coaster here. Yes, I'm looking for a new roommate. Preferably one that knows when to call it quits when drinking, is indeed a Christian or someone who I'm compatible enough to where they aren't draining me. Someone who respects my space, property and can get rent paid on time. Someone who won't interrupt me when I'm head long into a painting, leave their dishes for me to clean up, or eat my food/use my things without asking. Someone who is clean and will help clean around the house.

Or a husband. Yes, that would be nice wouldn't it?

My Spanish may be terrible, but when we pray we speak the same language

Somehow I feel lost, slightly off course from where I should be. As if someone else is living my life just a few inches away from me. Then I look around and see what an awesome life that I have in front of me and I glow. We should be patriots of our own lives, pursuing the cause and effect of who we are. Not to be so aware of ourselves as to be rude and snooty, but real, essential, needed, healthy minded, and accepting.

Living with a roommate who doesn't understand God and any type of faith beyond calling it 'stories', has made me see things differently. Not that all people of non or other faiths live the same as my closet alcoholic roommate, but it's definitely a perspective that I'll probably be glad to have experienced down the road. God equips the ones he calls. My roommate is so down on himself sometimes, a mixture of misunderstood feelings and trying to blame anyone and anything other than himself. And sometimes himself too harshly. I believe in being a good steward with what I've been given and I've seen fruit from living this way. Watching my roommate seeing what no initiative and motivation can do. The hand-me-down car he just bought is now grounded at Kowalski's, maybe never to see the streets of St. Paul/Minneapolis again-save a tow truck's behind. I gave him my 'Alex' car and he drove her into the ground simply because he was too lazy to put oil in her. Poor baby, didn't even get a chance after I gave her up. So my question to anyone, you the reader, how do I reach my roommate. Him being a guy and I an woman there are boundaries and I would rather step out and just direct than to be in the immediate. My fear is hurting people, mainly when they become interested and I'm not, somehow I feel that my roommate has a slight interest in me which makes everything in conversation awkward. But maybe it's all in my head. His good friend is Mormon, but my roommate is more resistant to that pressure of becoming Mormon, but they read and discuss the bible together (King James of course). I think that's good for my roommate, but the only thing that seems to stick is that life isn't moving in the way that he seems to think it should. And the Devil is after him and giving him an awful life. What to do? He's draining. I'm drained. Drained is a strange word if you type it too much...

Melody's Favorite song

The question was posed as to what my favorite song was/is, do I have an answer? Yes. Yes, I do. After thoughtful consideration and months away from the song and revisiting it over and over I'd have to safely say that at this moment and probably for the past 3 years the song 'Licorice' by the love cars still gets me. There's just something about it that makes me calm down my busy thoughts and enjoy life.

There is another song that my friend Joe introduced to me and I think that I'll have to agree with him that it's awesome. It also reflects how I view my friends. The song ran through my head Thursday night after an acoustic show 'Roe vs. Pritzl' (Michael Roe from the 'seventy sevens' and Michael Pritzl from 'the Violet Burning'). The friends that I was with at the show are friends of Pritzl, so we went to Naye's Polynesian (great place to hear polka and piano accompanied Kareoke) and hung out with the Michaels, enjoying their company and each others. It was beautiful. I believe the song that is and has been running through my head lately which is Rob Dickinson's 'Intelligent People'. "you've just got to smile and hang out with intelligent people."