Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Let's Go DUKE!

I'm sorry...was that a bit premature?

I was just thinking about basketball season and got a little carried away.

(however, they are having a pretty good football season this year, considering it's DUKE we're talking about)

So, can anybody name that player??

(Besides, my mother, my brother, my father, and my best friend? Hmmm, that's pretty much everyone who reads my blog...maybe i'll let you guys answer...)

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Oh, we decked it!

So being the jump-the-gun, let's-get-to-it, it's-now-or-never kind of a person that i am, i went to Kelly's (really it's Dustin's) apartment yesterday evening to enjoy Thanksgiving Dinner and decorate for Christmas. True, October isn't even over yet, and people generally put out pumpkins and bales of hay (that yellow stuff horses eat that makes you all itchy after a wagon ride full of it) this time of year, but last night we just couldn't resist the Christmas fever. Plus, I really wanted turkey (we settled for a rotisserie chicken) and dressing.
Kelly made the most amazing yams ever, deviled eggs, green beans, stuffing, "turkey," gravy, and cranberry sauce. DE-LICIOUS. I was stuffed to the point of feeling the need to unbutton that top button on my pants (too much information?). OH, and sweet tea....really sweet tea...that cracked her pitcher, leaving us with no choice but to ladel it out of the pot. God bless the South.
After dinner, out come the trees and decorations. We got all merry and festive as we hung ornaments and drank wassail. There was pumpkin pie too, but i think we were all way too stuffed to even look at it. By the end of the night, the spell of Christmas had definately been cast and woven throughout the cozy apartment. The lights cast a warm, lazy glow throughout the room. The moment was perfect. Sigh....if only i could lay under the tree from now until January 1st.

Peripheral Vision

A part of vision that occurs outside the very center of gaze.

The stars are so pretty this time of year.
I can't help but stop and stare at them often.
It was cold outside, but i had to look.
I saw a man running down the street in his jogging suit.
He has more dedication than me, i think.
I only lasted for 15 minutes in the cold.
He is still running.

I like all the stars.
I go through and pick out each constellation.
My gaze strays to Pleiades, The Seven Sisters.
This cluster never fails to capture my attention.
There is a quality of mystery about Her.
She is seen the clearest when viewed through peripheral vision.
I love that.


My teeth are chattering.
I take one long, last, wistful gaze at the mesmerizing lights.
Then i see it.
A shooting star.
Hope fills my heart...

Saturday, October 25, 2008


Book you MUST read ASAP : The Shack by William P. Young

This book totally broke down all the boxes i have ever tried to put God in and completely reconstructed the way I think about Him. It was sooooo refreshing to read as it put "religion" in it's place. I will most likely be reading it over and over again. If you haven't read it yet, make it a priority and just do it! You won't regret it. I promise. If you'd like to find out more about it, click here:

New Favorite CD: Opposite Way by Leeland

This is their website:

This is their Myspace page if you want to listen:

My good friend Justin Kyle Hasty ( recomended this CD to me, and it is AMAZING. I love it. You should listen. You'll like it. I promise.

Looking Forward to:
1) Wingate Univeristy Homecoming!
Wingate (rhymes with eight) is my Alma Mater. Homecoming is Friday, November 7th and Saturday November 8th. I am looking forward to seeing all my old friends, classmates, and professors. I'm also looking forward to watching the Bulldogs kick some tail (hopefully!)

2) Amanda's visit.
Amanda, aka Moppit, is my bestest and closest friend. We have known each other since kindergarten (blog waiting to happen). We went to school together every year, with the exception of 3rd grade, until we graduated highschool. She lives in Raleigh now, and i am actually in Raleigh with her this weekend, visiting and catching up, and she will be coming to stay with me next weekend. This is her blog, if you'd like to discover a little more about her: She is quite the character. :)

3) Christmas
Yes, i know we haven't even made it to Thanksgiving yet...or Halloween for that matter, but i am psyched about Christmas. I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! It is the best time of the year (besides the Fourth of July, which is my other favorite holiday). My friend Kelly and I have already been buying decorations for a tree i don't have. I'm just going to put my ornaments on her tree, and listen to her fireside CD while gazing lovingly upon it's ornamented boughs. Ahhhhh....i can already feel the magic.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I just don't have the heart to correct him.

According to one of my first graders, i have married a man with the last name of Flos. I hope he's handsome. Haha! Maybe this is prophetic, and one day i will be Melody Loss Flos. I mean, come great would that be??

Monday, October 20, 2008

Unsung Hero

You know when you get that question, "so tell me about your heroes," and then you have to stop and think, and you want to say someone really awesome that everyone will be like, "yeah..totally." Well, aside from my parents, i hadn't really thought about anyone else who could fill that position in my life. Then there's the Sunday School answer: Jesus, but i kind of cringe when i hear myself saying that. Not that i don't love Him because i do, He's great!!! BUT, i've been really thinking hard lately about who my heroes are, and finally it hit me. DUH. Why i hadn't thought of this person before, i don't know, but i can say with complete confidence that he's been my hero for my whole life. I just didn't realize it 'til the other day.
He's been around longer than i have. Two years and 1 month longer than me to be exact.

He is my brother.

It was just the two of us growing up, and we spent so much time together building Lego forts, playing with match box cars, Transformers, My Little Pony (the only girl thing he would play with me because they were horses.), G.I. Joe, Nintendo (the original one where you save the Princess), and the list goes on and on forever. We built forts together outside. There were fake campfires under the Evergreen and Magnolia trees that grew in the yard of our childhood home. We would get plastic containers from the kitchen and make delicious meals out of dirt, leaves, and pinecones. Yummy. We spent hours pushing each other on the tire swing singing loudly at the top of our lungs songs like, "ON TOP OF OLD SMOOOOOOOOOOKEY!!!!!!" We'd swim circles in our small, above ground, 3ft. deep swimming pool until we had the best water vortex that two skinny, freckled faced, red-headed children could muster up. We'd ride our bikes up and down the dirt hill beside our house and down the road to the yellow Slow Children sign. That was our limit when we were little. Don't go past the Slow Children sign. HAH! As we got older, he helped me pass Algebra I and II, Geometry, and anything else that required mathmatical thinking. We threw the BEST parties ever in our basement and hung out with our friends discussing and solving the problems of the world (or our small world). I cheered loudly for him and waved my pom poms in support at all his basketball games. I kept the books and rode with him, my dad, and the rest of the soccer team to all his games during soccer season. I don't think anyone (besides my dad) was prouder than me when they beat Metrolina Christian his senior year and were named Tournament and Season Champs. That was the year he stepped up and played goalie because no one else wanted to, and he did an amazing job at it.
I cried when we left him at Montreat college the fall of his freshman year. When we got home that evening, I curled up on his bed and slept and cried. I cried at the rehearsal dinner before his wedding when i told his bride to be that she would now be the one to hold his hand (when we were little, he was obsessed with holding my hand).
I've always looked up to him, wanted to be like him, and respected him for who he is. We are different, my brother and i. One of us is right-brained, and the other is left-brained. I don't know who is what, but we are not the same. We are family, though. He is my brother and i love him for all the ways he is different from me. It makes life fun. He's always stood up for what he believed was right and good, whether or not it was popular. He just doesn't care what other people think enough to sacrifice what he knows to be true. That takes a strong man.
In highschool, he was kind enough to drive me everywhere because i was afraid to drive (did not get my license until i was 18 and on my way out the door to college). Because of this, we spent a lot of time in the car together.
I can remember vividly one night when we were on our way back from a sort of "camp-out" at some of our highschool friends house. We had been there for a while, hanging out around the campfire singing and goofing off. At the time, i had a HUGE crush on one of my brother's friends. He knew, and he of course didn't like the idea. This boy that i was crushing on did not have the best reputation with girls and their hearts. Still, i was a stubborn girl, and i just knew that this guy liked me. He had been flirting with me and talking to me for months now. I had planned on this campfire night being AMAZING. Well, this guy ignored me the whole night. Talked to everyone but me, flirted with my friends, and pretty much made me feel like crap (sorry mom, i know you hate that word, but that's how he made me feel). When we finally got in my brother's car (1965 Corvair) and drove off, i broke down into tears and started sobbing. My brother knew instantly what was wrong. I remember him hitting the stearing wheel because he was so upset and saying something like, "i knew this would happen!" He was angry with his "friend" for treating me like that, and it meant so much to me to know that he wanted to protect and defend me in those situations.
Now he lives in a house with his beautiful wife and two children, teaches math at a local college, and leads the youth group at his church. I love going home to visit him and catching up on life with him and his family. He is way overdue a thank you for being such a wonderful brother and his sister couldn't ask for a better hero than he has been to her. I love him so much.

Stair Scare

According to i have Climacophobia: fear of stairs, climbing or falling downstairs.
yes, i know i have just admitted something that probably makes you wonder if i'm secretly doing drugs on the side, but i'm not. I'm just clumsy....around stairs....a lot.
I've gotten to the point that when i am at the top of the stairs i have to ignore/refuse to see the image of myself falling down them. Otherwise, i'm scared to actually descend the steps. If i hadn't spent so many times falling, i wouldn't feel this way, but unfortunately, i have tumbled and not stepped to my destination more than i care to remember lately.
My most recent trip happened Saturday. My roommates were gone. Both work the nighshift at their jobs and are out of the house by 6. There was a note near the bottom of my steps asking me to please feed the dogs. It was beside 2 cups of dogfood. Easy enough.

I should have known better.

I decided to feed the dogs on my way out to meet one of my friends that evening. I finished getting ready a little later than i had planned. I was rushing. Bad idea. Down the steps i go. The cups remind me that the dogs are waiting patiently for me to feed them. With approximately 5 steps left, i bend over, grab the cups of food, stand back up, and step down with my left foot. It goes forward while the right one refuses to move. My heel is stuck on the carpet. Oh great. Here we go again. In slow motion my knees hit the steps in front of me. I watch my arms come foward over my head and wince as my elbows land on the bottom step. At last, my head rests on the floor just below the stairs. Breathe. I can still breathe. This is good. Am i ok? What hurts? Move things. The first thing i notice is that one cup of food is still sitting completely upright in my hand, food in place, while the other cup is across the room, it's contents scattered everywhere. I groan, then pull my legs down to be with the rest of me at the bottom of the stairs. My right foot and ankle are very pink, and i'm feeling confident that a nice carpet burn is on the way. My elbows are surprisingly ok. My right knee has begun growing a goose egg on top of the knee cap, but i can walk. Walking is good. After convincing myself that bumps and bruises are the worst of my injuries, i fill the spilled cup, feed the dogs, and walk out the door past the scattered food. The dogs can eat it when i get home.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Just bearing my soul a little

I have what i refer to as "rescue syndrome." If something or someone needs help, fixing, rescuing, etc., i really try my best to do it. It's hard for me to say "no." I know in my heart that i am not the One who can fix everything, but i still have this urge to try. On the positive side of things, i'm pretty sure i've never been able to succeed in fixing anything, so i am totally relieved that it's not up to me. I don't have to bear that burden. I am not responsible.
There is a song that describes perfectly my initial feelings in a recent situation in my life. It is called "Watch Over You" and it is sung by a group called Alter Bridge.

"Watch Over You"

Leaves are on the ground
Fall has come
Blue skies turning grey
Like my love

I tried to carry you
And make you whole
But it was never enough
I must go

Who is gonna save you
When I'm gone?
And who'll watch over you
When I'm gone?

You say you care for me
But hide it well
How can you love someone
And not yourself?


And when I'm gone
Who will break your fall?
Who will you blame?

I can't go on
And let you lose it all
It's more than I can take
Who'll ease your pain?
Ease your pain

And Love is gonna save you
When I'm gone.
Who'll watch over you,
When I've gone away?

Snow is on the ground
Winters come
You long to hear my voice
But I'm long gone

At first, i thought this song seemed a little hopeless, but then i saw the line, " Love is gonna save you when i'm gone. So true...Jesus is the ultimate lover, healer, protector, defender, rescuer, and He can and will do it. Maybe the artist didn't have that in mind when he wrote this song, but it's still true. And that gives me hope. I'm off the hook. I couldn't do it. I never will be able to do it, but He can and wants to even if we don't want Him to. Even if we spit on his face, curse His name, and mock His death. He still wants to. That's the kind of Love that saves people. Way better than anything i could ever offer, and i'm so thankful for it.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Weekend Update

So about the rest of that weekend...

1) Return of the WEB!!! YES! Can i tell you how THRILLED and DELIGHTED i was Saturday evening when i came back home from hanging out with my good, best, gal friend Amanda Renee Parsons, AND THERE WAS A NEW WEB IN THE SAME SPOT!!! Madame Spiney Legs, was sitting there all fat and sassy, hanging over from another good time on the web. Not that my parents have an alcoholic spider chillin on their front porch. If it's at my parents' house, it's abstaining completely. Wow. That just happened.
2) We had a wild and crazy joint birthday party for my mom and dad at my brother's house. Let the good times roll! The best part was that my dad had requested Kenny Chesney's song, Shiftwork, for his birthday. HAHA! You have to know my dad to know how funny that is. So, being the wonderful daughter that i am, i bought him the whole CD. We listened to Kenny and George belt it out while we ate chocolate cake. You should have seen my mom's face when the lyric, "a big 'ol pile of shiiiiiiiiift work!" was sung. She promptly turned to my dad and said with exasperation in her voice, "DON!!!!!"
"What??" he says. "The lady at the gas station always has a bunch of paper-work on the counter when i go in there. Isn't that what this song is talking about? Shiftwork??" My dad is the greatest!!
3) Speaking of my dad, he locked his keys out of the car at Starbucks. My mom and i left to take his keys to him, and right after she stepped out of the house and locked the door, she realized she had the wrong keys. And she couldn't get back in the house because there was no house key on the set she had. Nor was there a key to her car. (i come by it honestly. locked myself out at the bank last month.) Fortunately, we had the key to my car. We drove to Starbucks to meet my dad and explain the situation. To our good fortune, his window was down a healthy inch and a half. "Melody," my mom says, "You have a bunch of junk in your car (thanks mom). Think you've got something we can stick down the window and pop open that lock?" So i go to my trunk, fish around for a few, find a snorkle i had no idea was there, push past the Christmas decorations and my robe from college graduation, and there it is. A thing. And this thing will work perfectly. I have no idea what it is but it's long and has a small 'L' piece sticking out at the bottom. It goes right in the window and ba-da-bing! the door is unlocked! I'm totally going into the business.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Caldwell County: Home of the Mullet...and 2 Wal-marts

I love going home. Not to stay, of course. I would go stir crazy in the small town of Lenoir, NC. Too many hicks and rednecks and people with absolutely no idea of fashion sense. To them, crocs are the hippest thing going (and to me, crocs are the ugliest shoe ever - no offense to those of you who wear them!). And probably skorts...skorts are pretty high on the fashion market in my home town as well...sigh.
Anyway, i am here this weekend to celebrate the birthdays of my marvelous parents, and these are just a few highlights of my visit so far. Ahhh yes, i just love going home!

1) Watching the Friday Night Smack Down on local cabel with my father, the Right Reverand, and my mother, all things prim and proper.
2) Having only local cabel so that once the Smack Down goes off, we sit and watch infomercials of 70's musicians for thirty minutes.
3) The ridiculously HUGE spider web that spans about 3 feet across the front porch. We find it entertaining to throw moths and other unsuspecting critters into the web and watch the Lady of the Web (big hairy spider) drop down instantly and paralyze it with her venemous spikey thing and then wrap it completely in the white silky stuff. Then she hangs it somewhere on her web for later, and when she is hungry she goes and sucks out the insides she wants and throws the rest off the web and onto the ground (yes, we have watched all these things happen. It's better than National Geographic).
4) Having the ever-so-helpful Bethel Guys around to "protect us from huge spiders and their webs." To our grave disapointment, we were unwillingly rescued this morning when a Bethel Guy rudely ripped the web out of it's place so that the spider would not hurt Princess (our small dog). I think i'll go find his room today and completely wreck it.
5) Cheerios and Nectarines (pictured) for breakfast with my mom at 11:30 in the morning. After getting up at 6 am for the past couple of days, it was nice to finally NOT watch the sun rise and brag about how it slept later than i did. Phhhhbtt!
6) Blaming all the bad smells on the dog. Boy, can she clear a room. For such a small mammal, you'd be surprised. She even gets up and leaves. Now that's bad.

Bring on the rest of the weekend!!

Friday, October 10, 2008

My Hope

After a long night with with many prayers and tears, a chapter in my life has come to an end. It's not easy to walk away, but sometimes it's what's best. So that's what i am doing. Walking away.

This morning when i woke up, God spoke to me and said,
"The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness. "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him." Lamentations 3:22-24

Or, as it is translated in The Message:
God's loyal love couldn't have run out,
his merciful love couldn't have dried up.
They're created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I'm sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He's all I've got left.

Thursday, October 9, 2008


And again...because of student generosity, i can feel the L-B's (pronounced el-bees, i.e. pounds) adding on. I had just finished my sub from Jersey Mike's yesterday when the third grade walks up and presents me with this fiesta for the tongue on a plate. If this keeps us, i'm thinking about taking a second job as Santa for the holiday season. 'Tis the season to be fat (i was gonna say plump, but we all know that's just a nice word for fat, right?)

Monday, October 6, 2008

Teacher Perk

This is just one of the perks of being a teacher: students have birthdays and they bring delicious treats like this one to share with their classmates and teachers.
As you can see, i have already made it halfway through this delicious Peanut-Butter Delight cookie.
My thighs are telling me to start making good use of my gym membership again...