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I’m Mellafabulous. I used to be Just Mella. But I’ve decided that I’m too awesome to just be ‘Just’ Mella. Thus the ‘fabulous’.

I’m 30 years old, divorcing, non-custodial mother of two awesome sons (9 and 11). I work in long term care, in geriatrics. I like it. Most days.

I’m Canadian, and therefore, better than you. Just kidding. (Not really.) Actually, I’m Nova Scotian, and therefore better than the rest of Canada, or at least Ontario.

I’m quirky, weird, funny, and foolish. I let my heart lead me, and it gets me into trouble. I’m seeing a wonderful guy, and rising from the ashes of a relationship that took more than it gave. (I’m sorry, but it’s true.)

What else can I say? I’ve had some great times in my life, and some really shitty ones too. I’ve even been homeless, living in my truck with my kids in a Walmart parking lot. I will never be able to look back at my life and say that it was dull and uneventful. It certainly wasn’t. I have stories. Lots of them.  I also have no regrets. I love hard and I live hard. That’s what life is for: living.

This is my blog.

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Drama. Or ‘I’m a Shit Magnet’.

I get a phone call from my mother yesterday morning as I sat down for my morning coffee and breakfast. Dad had fallen while she was away in Stellerton, and thought he’d broke his leg. Dad called her, and she came home. He called the ambulance (which was dispatched from the SAME TOWN SHE WAS IN) and she BEAT THE AMBULANCE home. In fact, the ambulance took over an hour to arrive. Once it did arrive, the local volunteer fire chief ordered them to take Dad to New Glasgow hospital, instead of Truro hospital. The reason? It was 2km shorter to NG. (Mom and Dad live in Colchester County. The Truro hospital is COLCHESTER REGIONAL. WTF.) So Dad refused to go. Mom ended up driving him in to the hospital in their mini-van.

Anyway, I’m in Halifax at the time, without a vehicle of my own. I put an urgent request out on Facebook, but no one bit. I found my friend Kelly on MSN, and she said she’d drive me to Truro, and my friend Mike lent me gas money to get her back. My boyfriend’s dad scrounged up some change so I could grab something to eat and coffee.  We started out on the highway.

Almost to Truro, about 10 minutes out, Kelly looks in her rear view mirror and sees a car fly off of the road and into the median. We took the next emergency turn around, and went back. Kelly’s a medical first responder and Mike and I are both certified CPR/FA. Luckily, the guy wasn’t hurt, and his car didn’t fly up and onto the oncoming traffic lane. He’s very lucky. I let him use my Blackberry to call his wife, and we got on the road again.

Mom and Dad were surprised to see me walk into the ED. I’d made it up within two hours of the first phone call. (Thank gods for good friends, I’ve got some awesome ones!)

Anyway, they x-rayed Dad’s leg, which was actually his hip, and there were no fractures. The thought in the end was that he tore a muscle in his hip, and has some neuropathy of his sciatic area. He was given some Dilaudid, and sent home. He’s unsteady and his leg tries to buckle under him, and he will not listen to me or Mom at all. Walking around without footwear on, only slippers on a linoleum floor, and walking fast (because his leg doesn’t have TIME to give out then! *rolls eyes*). He took a fall last night, and I caught him, and lowered him to the floor. *sigh* He’s much more steady today and has less pain, apparently. I don’t know how Mom would have dealt with him last night if I hadn’t been here.

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My Sam has been away for a week and a half, went out west to visit his sister in Calgary (well, Airdrie). He’s been having a great time, went to a Calgary Flames vs Vancouver Canucks game (he likes the Canucks… they lost 5-3… first two periods were 5-0, I asked him if Vancouver’s plane were late in getting there. He didn’t laugh. ) He comes back on Tuesday morning, but I might not get to see him until Wednesday.

New tattoo!

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

No photos of the during, it hurt too fucking much to take a picture! I’ll never get one on my foot again!

Sam’s flying to Alberta for a week, I’m gonna miss the crazy newfie while he’s gone. Not much else new, Logan is severely allergic to the kittens so they have to be re-homed. I’m slowly back to work after a bad knee injury. Physio three times a week, down from five times a week.

Not much else is new.

Monday Night Football!!

Well, I’m over at a Dolphin fanatic’s house, watching (sorta) Monday Night Football, dodging his flailing hands and trying to stay out of the way when they score. Yes, Sam is a football NUT. It’s hilarious. And kinda hot.  Don’t judge me.

Let’s see, updates… well. I’m moved into my new apartment, which for the most part, I like. I do have an ant problem, but I’ll fix those little fuckers soon. Hello, Borax!

I hurt my knee at work, three weeks ago. Tore the meniscus, off for two weeks. It started hurting pretty badly today, so I’m going to the doctor tomorrow for a check over. Had to ice and heat it tonight.

Speaking of doctors… my 2nd pap smear came back bad. So that’s two in 6 months, so now it’s colposcopy time. Fabulous. They’re going to rip a chunk out of my cervix. (I’d rather they rip the whole thing out now, you can’t have cervical cancer if you don’t have a cervix!)

Now… Sam. What can I say about Sam? Other than holy crap amazing? Awesome? FABULOUS? All of the above? Yes, he is.

He knew I had a shitty (literally, it was like Shitzilla himself came to work just to crap all over my Tokyo!) day and he told me how he was going to rub my feet and I was all ‘awwwww’. Well, I got on the bus, headed home, sat with a friend, who says, ‘Oh, you brought your Sammy too!’ which confused me, since I hadn’t. I look up, and there he is… with a bouquet of ROSES!! (I’d never gotten roses before in my life!! Well, I did, but they were from my mom therefore they don’t count, sorry Mom!)  What a dollface.

I’ve completely and totally fallen in love with him. <3

Very brief post!

I moved. \this keyboard hates me.

things are going awesome with sam. \we’ve had our one month anniversary. he’s amazing, and \i so needed someone in my life like him. love him dearly. don’t know why this just went into italics. oh well.

should have real net at home soon!!

Sporadic posting from here on out.

I’m moving tomorrow. Just a few blocks away, but I’ll be without regular internet access (unless someone’s got an open wireless account, haha!) for the foreseeable future. Fiscal restraint and all.

Sam and I are officially seeing each other. It’s fantastic. He’s amazing, and I adore him. I’m even comfortable in saying that I’m totally falling into the ‘L’ word with him. It’s great.

I adopted two new kittens, six months old. George and Sonny.

George has the white, Sonny is the grey tabby.

They’re little shitheads, as kittens tend to be, but oh so fucking cute!

Anyway, hopefully I’ll be able to post again shortly, but don’t hold your breath. Take care, everyone!

Short Post, more later.

Quick updates, having just got home from a night shift, I’m tired and wanna sleep.

1. I’m moving. Next Sunday. Cue panic.

2. It’s next door to Sam. Cue happy dance.

3. I had a crying meltdown at work last night. My residents were/are put into a shitty, and unsafe situation. I don’t like it. I don’t know what to do about it. Cue panic and hair pulling.

4. I’m adopting two boy kittens. Five months old, getting the snip this week (on the daughter of the former owner’s dime), plus she’s chucking in a three month supply of litter and food. Now I need two boy kitty names.

Boy kittehs!

Wow. Funny how things go…

This should be a nice long, hopefully interesting post.

Let’s start off with Sam.

Sam and I, on Halifax waterfront.

Sam is a fellow who I met via Facebook. He lives near me, and added me back at the end of June. We talked a bit, but he told me that he was starting to see someone, and we could be friends. I was disappointed, but pulled up my ‘big girl’ pants and carried on. We’d chat now and then, on MSN, or whatever. I sat beside him one morning on the first bus of the day, but didn’t realise who it was until after. (duh! No one ever said I was smart, especially in the morning!)

A few weeks ago, we sat near each other and talked while on our way to work. He mentioned that he’d never been to see the Buskers, so I suggested we go together that Monday. Well, it turned out to be a hideous day for weather (Typical Nova Scotia weather- raining and foggy as hell), but Sam suggested dinner. So off we went. Had a lunch at ‘Your Father’s Moustache’ and then walked the waterfront. Caught a ferry across the harbour and back… he kissed me on the return trip. Had a coffee and then decided to catch a movie. (We saw GI Joe… it wasn’t terrible, good for cuddling in a dark theatre…) Our date ended up being nine hours long! Sam was such a gentleman too… pulled out my seat, held doors for me… walked me home after, and didn’t ask to come in.

So we’ve been seeing each other fairly regularly since. Came over on Saturday, ended up staying the night… (I’m a hussy, I know). I met his family: his mom and dad, and his sister, along with nephew and niece, as well as her boyfriend. Very nice people. All of ‘em are Newfies. (Lord Tunderin’ Jesus, b’y! What the hell am I getting myself into? I’m NOT kissing a cod!)

Anyway… Sam’s great. Yesterday we went for something to eat, which ended with us bar hopping around downtown, having one or two drinks in random bars, finally ending up at the Lower Deck on the waterfront, to hear Signal Hill play. (They sang ‘Wasn’t That A Party?’ One of my all-time favourites!) Had a fantastic night, fell asleep in Sam’s arms, snuggling on the couch. Things are moving fast, but feel right, y’know?

At one point last night, I managed to break my fucking glasses. Now… I’m damn near blind without my specs. Like… anything smaller than say, a grand freakin’ piano tends to blur. And of course, as my luck would have it, I’m still about 21 hours short of my probationary period ending and benefits kicking in. (However, I may not get OFF of probation, if I don’t stop having to call in sick! FUCK.) Anyway, I had to call in for my night shift tonight, because there’s absolutely no way that I can take care of my residents if I can’t even SEE them. Sam came over with Krazy Glue and fixed them for me. (But then he broke them again. Because we were kissing and the damn lens snapped out again. So now we have to remove my glasses before kissing, lol.)

Now today, I was hanging out with my ‘gay boyfriend’ Mike, and he invited me along with two other friends, Kelly and Stu to go to the beach. I advised them that I was blind and couldn’t see anything, but that didn’t matter. So off we go… and then I find out that we’re headed to the NUDIE BEACH. (I’d never gone to a nudie beach before! Whoa!) Now, I’m not a prude particularly, but I’m not 100% comfortable with stripping in front of people either, friends or otherwise. But I managed to get comfortable enough to go topless (And I have a wicked sunburn to prove it!) There weren’t terribly many people there, mostly men, maybe two or three females. (Which worked for me, without glasses, it was like taking an anorexic to a buffet!) A boatload of retarded chimps (local rednecks) came in and started cat calling and throwing insults. I hoped aloud for a rogue wave, but one didn’t come. But we did notice them having to bucket bail their boat. (That karma, she’s a bitch.)

The ocean was ice cold, but we braved it anyway. For a minute or two. Afterwards, we went up to the local swimming hole and went skinny dipping to get the sand out of the various locations it had made it to. Well, we skinny dipped until  a herd of locals arrived. (Who knew I could put on my suit underwater? I didn’t know!)

Sam came over for a while this evening; we slow danced in my living room and on my deck to various songs, including ‘November Rain’ and ‘Nothing Else Matters’. It was very nice. (Touching even.) Feels like my heart’s in serious danger. The good kind of danger.

Oh yeah! On Saturday, my sons and I went to the 4th Annual Zombie Walk downtown. Fake blood, made from corn syrup and red food colouring, tattered clothes. It was great! But let me tell you, corn syrup in 40 degree heat is HORRIBLE. And food colouring stains your face. We went to the lake after, but it barely made mine come off.

Even the undead like ice cream.

Wow, what a week. [Abridged version]

Went on a great date Monday. Butterflies just won’t quit, when I think of him. Which is all the damn time. Even if he IS a newfie and has worms. (inside joke… already).

Today, my cat passed away. Don’t know what was really wrong with him, but he’d been sick for a while. Will post properly later.

Heading to work, I’m on the backshift tonight.