Hello there, its been awhile! I thought that maybe I will get back into blogging and doing what I do best and BITCH! Hahahaha! I am so tired today that I can not even keep my eyes open. There is good news on my horizon though. They just broke ground on the super Target right next to my house that will also have a stand alone Starbucks! Yes! Also the promanade will be complete by this time next year and I will have an Ann Taylor Loft, Banana Republic, and other great stores and resteraunts right next to my house - I will be anle to walk. Well I have nothing to bitch about yet but give it a day - I am sure someone will do something that will piss me off! With continued hope - Mel.

So last Friday Daniel and DB were down visiting from DC and were staying in Miami, and those of you who know from previous posts, I hate going to Miami. On Friday I left work at ten minutes to five and headed on my way down south. I got on I95 in Boca and began the worst drive of my life!!!! It was raining and I never managed to go faster than 30 mph the whole way, so low and behold two hours and 35 minutes later I was in SoBe. The drive should have let me know of my evening to come. It was a calamity of errors from start to finish. I must say 1st and foremost I had a blast despite the wayward track we were on. I was with a couple of my favorite people and that alone makes all of what went down so very worth it!. Now back to what I do best, Bitch! Since I got there so late I had to jump into the shower really quick to get ready, and had a glass of wine. That calmed me down from my angered driving experience. Daniel had made dinner reservations at Tantra and we walked over. It was a cool little place that squeezed entirely way to many tables into such a small place. There was a grass entrance way when you first got inside and a couple of bars. In the main dining room part they had upside down Christmas trees hanging from the ceiling and had a big screen on the wall playing Indian Porn. We had a bitchy German waiter, that was impatient and rude, and the prices on the menu were dramatically more than we thought they were going to be. So after much debate, we threw caution to the wind and ate there despite the rude waiter and expensive prices. Now we were sitting there for about twenty minutes when a party was seated in a booth very close to us. It was a Eurotrash older man, a dorky older man (definitely the one with the money) and three peroxide bottle blonds. They were definitely bought and paid for, spending a night away from the ranch. Eurotrash and one of the women were making out hot and heavy, she had a skirt on and Eurotrash decided that he was going to try and slip her his digits and I do not mean telephone number. I do applaud her however for slapping his hand away and then crossing her legs. This so made up for the fact the top of her hair was curly and the bottom was fried straight! Well they were creepy and our dinner was done so we moved on with our evening.

Next came a bright spot of the evening. We strolled into this little French Bistro and had the best crepe. It was so yummy. We sat for a while and enjoyed our $6 crepe and got caught up some more. By this time it was 11:30 and we were on the guest list for Prive' and we wanted to enjoy the fact we were not going to have to pay the $30 to get in!

So we thought! When we arrived at Prive' I was informed by a not so powerful doorman that we were not on the list. WHAT! I called and confirmed. Then I remember my conversation I had with Freddy the VIP table guy, and I knew he may of had something to do with this. Well, he let me in for free and only charged Daniel and DB $20 to get in, but that is not what I had arranged. I was so pissed and embarrassed. Damn the flaming Freddy! We went in and had a great time anyway dancing and making fun of the other club goers! We had a few drinks and hoped in a cab to go back to the hotel. We get dropped off a little bit from our hotel and stop in for a 2am slice of pizza, and it was great, way better than my uber expensive salad at Tantra, and while I was eating it, I was once reminded why I hate Miami, because shit like this just doesn't happen in Ft. Lauderdale. I must repeat though that through all this I had a great time and made some new memories that will stick with me for a while. With continued hope - Mel.

Ahhh, the elevators in my building that I work at are one of my favorite places. I never know what type of person I will ride the elevator with and since I work on the top floor, I always ride with someone. Sometimes I get lucky and the person is like me and just stares ahead or watches the floor flash on the display, sometimes the person wants to bitch about how long it took the elevator to get there, sometimes after lunch people all make the same stupid ass remark about the 4 coffees I have in my hands from Starbucks for the office, and sometimes I just get the loons. Today was chuck full of the loons. On my way up in the morning I rode the elevator with a man that told me the law office I work for sucks. When I asked him why he would say that, he commented about how we turned his case down against a cruise ship. I said I was sorry for that. He then informed me that what we thought was a shitty case another lawyer took, and he got $600,000. I said good for you, and he told me thanks, but I still suck! I returned with a thank you, I try. Now it is time to go back down the elevators for lunch. I usually leave at 11:50, but I got a late start and left right at 12. We stopped on every floor. This wouldn't have been so bad, but the elderly man that got on, on the 10th floor, kept farting the whole way down. I think he shit his pants it smelt so bad. Now my lunch was ruined. After some retail therapy and a slice a pizza I was back at the office waiting on an elevator to take me back to the 11th floor. As I waited a lady came up to me and was complaing that the Monorah was at the back entrance and the Christmas - whoops strike that Holiday tree was at the main entrance. (I was told it was no longer PC to say Christmas, to that I say what the fuck! Thats what it is! Christmas, celebrating Christ!) I explained to the women that she should take it up with management. We get on the elevator and the whole way up, she yells at me for being a bible thumper, Bush lover. I said nothing as I am to tired to fight, so I just let her keep going all the way to the 9th floor. Can't wait to ride the elevator back down to go home. With continued hope - Mel.

I just got back from a fabulous trip to Washington DC visiting Daniel and DB and attending their wonderful Prethanksgiving Dinner. I have never ate so much good food in my life! On Friday I flew out of Ft. Lauderdale on Spirit to DCA. I got there in plenty of time and when I went to check in the lady informed me that there was a seat available in 1st class for $25 and asked if I wanted it. Well you get to get on the plane first and I was in the 1st row. You really get to hear all the flight attendants gossip when you sit up there. Well most of the people were seated and this lady comes on the plane. I hear "Excuse Me, Madam, excuse me." The lady just kept walking to her seat which was 4 rows back from mine. The flight attendant told her that she could not take one of her carry ons on the plane because she already exceeded the limit and she would have to check that bag. The lady then proceeded to tell the flight attendant no that she had to keep the bag with her. After three go arounds with this lady the flight attendant called security, kicked the lady off of the plane and informed her that not only could she never fly Spirit again, they were going to put her on the antiterrorism list or no-fly list. I was shocked at this whole thing. What was in that ladies bag that she did not want to give it up? Why was she so uncooperative? Why did the flight attendant have to yell all of that out in front of all the passengers? It was a good thing I was in 1st class because I needed a drink and the new flight attendant was more than happy to give me one. I told the story to Daniel and DB and we decided that the anti-terrorist list should just be called what it really is the countries "Shit List" because that is what it really is, a shit list. On my way back into Ft. Lauderdale I sat next to a mom and her son, whom she couldn't control. I have decided that for the annoyance of me and those around me I am adding her to the "Shit List". With continued hope - Mel.

Just when I thought "C" was done with messing with kitchen appliances, she strikes again. For the 2nd time in two days she has managed to make a mess of things when using a kitchen appliance. Today's appliance of choice, the microwave! Now "C" blew out the last microwave we had during the 1st incident with making coffee. My boss had a microwave in his garage so he brought that in instead of purchasing a new one. The problem was that the microwave was so old that if you let it run for more than 3 minutes it caused a short in the electrical system in the break room. There was a big note taped to the microwave and a memo went out to all regarding this. Well today "C" had a lean Cuisine today and decided that she would "chance it" by pressing 4 minutes. Well lets just say don't ever take "C" to Vegas with you, the whole electrical system went in not only the break room but the whole office as well. We lost computers, phones, fax, copy machine, everything. Well the management office came to fix the problem it took them over an hour to get everything up and running. So now the microwave is unplugged and sitting with the "basura" or trash sticker on it waiting for the cleaning lady to come tonight and throw it out. "C" just kept repeating that she could not believe she had two appliance catastrophe's happen two days in a row. I just smiled but in my head I wanted to say because you are a domesticated moran! I did however ask her how she manages at home in her own kitchen. She replied that the only appliances she uses is her microwave and refridgerator. When I inquired about the brand new remodeled kitchen complete with the ultimate chef kitchen with the really expensive cook top and double stove, she replied that she just liked the look and that she never turned any of it on. She has lived in her place for over a year. Stick with the mail, I say, stick with the mail! With continued hope - Mel.

I can not believe she did it again! It was about 10am today and I hear the coffee grounder start. Now "D" from time to time will make a second pot of coffee around 10 if she didn't have a chance to get a second cup so I thought nothing of it. That is until I hear "C" yelling "Oh No, Not Again!!!" yes she managed to put way, way too many grounds in the coffee maker and flooded it out again. Now since the last debacle when she broke the coffee maker and microwave we had a lesson on how to make coffee with the new coffee pot. Since she felt comfortable she decided that she was going to make the 2nd pot today. Now the new coffee maker I bought has a kill switch, which was part of me and "C's" lesson, but she panicked and just started yelling. I ran back there hit the kill switch, but it was too late. There was coffee all over the place. It had ran off of the counter and on to the floor. As I turn around after getting it to stop, she just looked at me put her head down and walked back to her desk, mumbling something about how she could not believe she did it again. Luckily for me this time nothing was going on in the microwave and I did not get electrocuted. It did however, take me damn near an hour to clean up the mess. There were coffee grounds in all the small little crevices. Now, I smell like I work at Starbucks, and my white and black shoes now have brown as a color on them too. Lets hope I can clean them up or I will really be pissed! You don't ever mess with a women's shoe! As I was walking back to my desk she gave me that little lost dog look kids get, I wanted to give her the middle finger, but instead I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. Now I truly pray that she just sticks with getting the mail from time to time! With continued hope - Mel.

I just wanted to tell everyone about a great movie I saw this past weekend. I went to see Shopgirl with Clare Danes and Steve Martin. It was fantastic. Claire Danes better be nominated for an Oscar! I can not say enough good things about this movie. The plot was very realistic to today's life. I can say I saw much of myself in the main character. Steve Martin's role was a nice break from the Cheaper by the dozen crap he has been doing lately (although I did think Cheaper was cute!). Anyhow if you have $10 to spare and 2 hours to kill take a trip to your local cinaplex and watch the picture Shopgirl! With continued hope - Mel.