I May Be Small...

GIRL TALK...

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 15:44:00 +0000

Chit chattin with my ladies recently...and being gals, we started talking about boys (Of Course!). It wasn't a bitch-fest or anything...just a discussion. Some have boyfriends, some are single and lovin' it, some are single and frustrated. If you're a guy, you're probably wondering what we talk about with our gal pals behind closed doors....Well, it is your lucky day. I'll fill you in a little...

First of all, I'd like to let you know that our conversations are pretty fair. If one of our girls are being too sensitive or a bit much...we let them know. Trust me! I don't know if it's like this with all girls, but we don't just bitch and bitch and bitch about our guys...In fact, we like to say how awesome you are more than anything! BUT...yes, we will talk about when our guys are being huge bitches. No worries though, we admit when we're being huge bitches too.

For example, one girl was saying that her boyfriend needs to do things on his time. I guess he has a little trouble taking the relationship to newer, higher levels. This made her feel completely insecure, and she would pressure him to take the next step. Then she said, one day she had an epiphany! If she continues with this pressure, it'll only push him away, and take them further from stepping things up. Therefore, she told herself to accept this about him, have patience, and take comfort in the fact that yes, he does love her...this is just the way he rolls. So, she made some notes to herself and actually wrote them down: Chill out, remember that he loves her, and believe him when he says "someday". She reads this when she starts to feel insecure...great idea! Not everyone works on the same time line in life.

Collectively, us ladies then realized that sometimes we are a little too hard on our men. Some of the single ladies realized that maybe if they were more accepting, and chilled out on attacking their ex-bf (in hopes to make him as close to perfect as possible), perhaps they'd be together and happy right now.

So guys, it looks like there are girls out there who can see things from your perspective! YAY! There's hope!

But, this doesn't mean that you get to do everything your way either, fellas. So, don't think you shouldn't take a step back, make compromises, and try to understand your woman's ways and needs. She can't be the only understanding one who makes the compromises.

So, my next point...what if the gal is making all of the compromises? What if she is the only one in the relationship who takes a step back to assess the situation or problem in a relationship? What if she is the only one who puts in the effort to understand and accept "the other half's" feelings and ways?

Example number 2... a friend spoke to me about her boyfriend being very needy in the sex department. He always wants to try new things...things that she normally wouldn't even consider doing. Lucky for him though, she has become very open-minded and is willing to give it all a try. This is her way of compromising and making adjustments because she knows it is what will make him happy. HOWEVER, she's realizing that the relationship is starting to revolve around sex, and the emotion is not there. ***I'm going to add a note: Yes, girls need emotion. Not because we are needy or because we are born with an emotion magnet. It is just necessary if you want a mature relationship. It's science!!! Good sexual chemistry + Good emotional chemistry = Good relationship. :) Back to the story. She mentions this to her lover, and he says he will try (after taking back his first response, which was something like, "if that's what you want, then look elsewhere!")...and proceeds to tell her not to have high expectations. Ummm.....that raised an eyebrow on my end to say the least, because it doesn't seem like he wants to really punch in a little extra effort. Which leaves me to question how much he really cares about her as his girlfriend? And last, I wonder if this guy is capable to have a relationship that is more grown-up than the high school mentality...?

I have come to realize that it is so easy to take a breather and just give yourself a chance to care. To care enough to WANT to understand and appreciate what your significant other is needing from you. It is also very easy to accept where you may be fucking up in the relationship, and make some changes within. Have you ever met someone who is PERFECT? (If you say yes, you have very low standards...trust me). Chances are, you haven't met a perfect human being...which means that they don't exist, and therefore you're not perfect either. There is always room for improvement, so don't just expect your bf/gf to do all the changing.

I think we all need to be a little more considerate. I think that accepting our own faults instead of defending them, could not only help your relationship grow, but could help you grow as an individual (and maybe even become happier with who you are). My Mom always told me, "There is no shame in saying that you're sorry, or wrong." With this in mind, don't be the only one to say that you're sorry or wrong either. That just means you're either a huge ass and don't have the mental capacity to be in a real relationship, OR you are the only one who is able to accept your own faults (you're never wrong all the time - maybe the blame is just being thrown at you). You can only give so much to someone, for so long, without getting something in return.

I believe that the real problem is that we, as humans, have trouble seeing things from another persons perspective. We are born self-centered. Naturally, we only feel what we feel, and in turn we forget that other people feel too. Let's put in an effort to change that, and I can almost guarantee that things will start lookin' up!

Reflection

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 23:47:00 +0000

Well ya'll, the holidays were a blast! I don't think I stopped smiling the whole time I was in Newfoundland with all of my family and closest friends. I learned the art of speed walking after my plane finally landed on the rock (I had heels on too!). I just couldn't wait to see whoever was waiting for me at the airport. I caught sight of my Mom and Dad first, and then my grandparents, and then my girls! YAY! As soon as I started hugging everyone, the tears came a-rollin'!

At times when I was home, I'd just look around and this calm feeling would come over me. You know that tingly feeling you feel when you're really cozy? THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!

So, I never stopped. I took in as much time with friends and family as I could, and I enjoyed and soaked up every minute!

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Years Eve, New Years Day, one by one all became a memory, and my departure back to Toronto was happening...felt like I was home for 3 days. So I hugged everyone, cried, and felt like a big piece of me was being left behind. Call me a sook (a.k.a. baby - I don't think "sook" is a universal term), but Newfoundland is my home; born and raised. It's my safety blanket.

Needless to say, I was feeling pretty down as I tried to mentally prepare for the big city. The people are different up here. Sorry if I am offending anyone, but back home we welcome anyone and everyone with open arms. In Toronto, you're simply ignored for the most part. Not many people will smile at you, acknowledge you, and sometimes I feel like they don't even see you. *NOTE - I am not referring to ALL people in Toronto.

OK, so I got side tracked a little...

Anyhoo, when I landed in Toronto, and stood by the carousal (sp.?)that delivers your luggage, I kept telling myself that I can handle this, and that I am lucky to have such an amazing career opportunity.

45 minutes later, I am still waiting for my luggage. At that point I am trying to get myself to accept the fact that no matter how long I stand there, my luggage isn't going to arrive.

30 minutes after that, I have a baggage tracer code, my carry-on which has nothing useful in it, and the clothes on my back, and I am on my way to my place of residence in Toronto.

All of my favorite clothes, purses, shoes, and brand new things that I got from Santa were in my two missing overweight bags. I unlocked my door, walked in to the middle of the condo, dropped my useless carry-on on the floor and just looked around, hoping to spot something that I would be happy to see. Something that would make me feel better. Something that would take away the empty feeling. When I failed to spot something that would help, I called home and Niagara Falls started rolling out of my eyes!

I went from Monday until Thursday evening without my stuff. BUT, I learned a lesson...well a few:

#1 - You're carry on bag should almost be like a survival kit, in case you don't get your bags right away.
#2 - Living away from home isn't so bad when you have all of your things. lol
#3 - Shitty attitudes can bring on shitty situations.

Well, I'm tired of typin' and you gotta be tired of reading. So, I hope everyone enjoyed the holidays and cheers to 2010!

Until next time.

There's Always a Way to Make Things Work

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:35:00 +0000

The view from my balcony

I've been living in Toronto for almost 5 months now...not a very long time. At first, the big city scared me...but now, I think I'm finally beginning to appreciate this place for what it is.

I have had quite the journey these past 5 months. I went from living with my parents in Newfoundland as I attended university and served tables part time, to living on my own in Toronto as I hosted two TV shows, to living with my cousin and her boyfriend as I produce the two TV shows that I once hosted. I have had day long lumps in my throat because I miss home, lonely nights fighting back tears just wishing I had someone really familiar to have a cup of tea with...

But now...I am happy. I live in a beautiful condo with a view of the lake, and I love my job! Yes, of course it would be nice to have all this in Newfoundland. 'Home is where the heart is' after all, and any Newfoundlander can and will fully agree with that statement, but it's kinda cool here in Toronto.

With that being said, I find myself talking about "back home" a lot...and it puts a huge smile on my face and a comforting feeling fills my body. It's beautiful back home. I don't know if I'd call it "homesickness" at this point, it's just that my family and good friends are there, all of my memories are there. It's where I have my inside jokes, and my regular hang out spots. If I want to visit my grandparents, I can.

BUT, ya know...I'm getting to know people here, and make memories (great memories). I have a couple inside jokes with friends, and there are places that I like to hang out. So, I'm making progress, and the majority of my days are happy days...which is more than I can say for myself two months ago.

Anyway, I don't know if there is a real point to this post...but I will end here because I'm gonna have a cup of tea and call my Mom! :) ...There's always a way to make things work!

"Publish Post"

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 16:29:00 +0000

It has become a habit of mine to neglect my blog...so, I think it's time to get back at 'er, and hopefully make this a bit of a hobby. I don't exactly know what I want to do with this whole blogging business...as I look back, it seems like it's a bit of a diary for me; a way of getting things off my chest.

You guys don't know this, but there are about a hundred unpublished posts just sitting in my 'drafts' folder. Posts where I wrote and wrote and wrote, and before pressing the 'Publish Post" button I decided not to publish because of different reasons. For example, sometimes when I have something on my mind, I have trouble delivering it through my words, so I ditch. Or, if I'm feeling low and I write about what's going on, at the end of the post I usually realize that it's not a big deal and I get over it.

I have also realized that I write the most when I am feeling low. That is just when I feel like writing....and if I write about all the good, beautiful bunny rabbits all the time, I could come across as one of those "La la la, My life is perfect...I have no flaws...La la la!" type people. And I hate those people! (Facebook status' and "About Me" sections can be like that. Cynical? Maybe, at times, lol)

So, today I am feeling a tad homesick. Here I am, writing a blog...

I still haven't fully unpacked since my move to Toronto. So this morning I started unpacking the last of my things....and stopped! It's all there sprawled across my bedroom floor, waiting for a place to settle. The only thing is, I am not sure that I want to be settled here. It will feel to official. I still haven't embraced the idea that I am probably not going to be living in Newfoundland again for a very, very long time....if ever.

So, here I am...clicking away on my laptop, taking mini breaks to look at all the crap on my floor...and ya know what? I think I'm just going to return it to the bag it was in, and put it back in my closet.

Cheers! :)

Valentine's Day

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 05:25:00 +0000

Well friends, Valentine's Day is fast approaching once again! I hope you lovebirds are ready with your Hallmark cards and cute little gifts/cute expensive gifts that say "I Love You". Me, on the other hand, won't be celebrating V-Day this year because I am on "Team Single"! However, I do get to help all the other people on "Team In A Relationship" celebrate by serving them food and drinks! Yayyy (with a little hint of sarcasm)!

I honestly don't know how I feel about this Day of Love. I have played for both teams and I find that I don't get as hyped about February 14th as a lot of people do. As nice as it is to get presents and a card saying how special you are to someone (because who doesn't love presents and being told how special they are?), it just seems kind of cliche for my tastes. I would much prefer to have an "out-of-nowhere love celebration". It is more personal, and not forced. For me, when I am in a relationship and Valentine's Day is near, all that goes through my head is, "Shit! I hope I have enough money to buy a gift..." and "I hope I remember to get a nice card before all the good ones are taken..." and "What in the name of god does one buy a GUY on Valentine's Day???" It all seems too forced, too expected...almost a hassle. I am one who enjoys buying stuff for Mr. Right Now when I see something, on any given day, that I think he would enjoy. THAT is how I show my kind feelings in the monetary sense.

With that being said, it kind of got me thinking; If your boyfriend does not get you anything for Valentine's Day, or fails to have something romantic planned for two, does it mean he doesn't love you or appreciate you as much as he should? I know of some gals who have gotten mad because her boyfriend didn't buy her a card that someone else wrote, or never got her a gift that is up to the V-Day standards, or forgot to wish her a Happy Valentine's Day first thing in the morning. What about all the other things he has done for you throughout the relationship? Shouldn't that be taken into account?

In my opinion, the idea of Valentine's Day is beautiful. It is a day set to remind a couple to appreciate and love each other. I like that idea. I just don't understand why things of monetary value have to be thrown in there to prove your level of love. You do understand that the only reason why this particular day seems to be on steroids, is because people in the manufacturing business like to make money...? They blow the day totally out of proportion so they will get rich. Regardless, it works.

I think it would be so nice if couples decided to cut out the presents and cards, and instead decided to give each other a piece of their own heart. Tell your lover how special they are to you and let them know that you appreciate them. Then go ahead and give your bed, kitchen table, counter, floor or...what the heck, even your car exactly what it expects (you know what I'm talkin' about).

So what it boils down to is, the romance on February 14th has been turned into a card-swipin'/money-makin' day. But hey, I'm on "Team Single" and I'm not drunk with love...maybe I'm bitter.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!

Sex Technology

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 07:44:00 +0000

I came across this article tonight, and it kind of excited me!!! Now you guys can throw away the apple pies, blow-up dolls, and whatever else it is that you use to pass time, lol (P.S. Fill me in if it's really creative!!).
Who needs a girlfriend/wife/mistress when this new gadget can "do it" like the pros! Hahaha! Enjoy the article, friends!

LAS VEGAS (AFP) - While nearby porn stars autographed action photos and flashed their assets for camera-clutching fans at the annual Adult Entertainment Expo, Brett Drysdale discretely demonstrated "the newest breakthrough in sex technology."

He slipped two fingers into a rocket-shaped RealTouch device "developed and tested by a former NASA engineer" contains belts, lubrication jets, heating elements and other gadgetry programmed to give men the feeling of sex.

One end of the canister-type devices sized to fit easily in one's lap is made of soft "Haptic" synthetic material akin to that used for nipples of baby bottles.

The faux-flesh wall is slotted to allow the insertion of a body part of a man's choosing.

RealTouch devices connect to computers with USB cables and synchronize with adult movies streamed online so the inner workings replicate what a fellow might be feeling were he to be the man in the film.

"You watch the action on a screen and a signal is sent to the box to simulate what is happening," Drysdale said.

The device works with video from an online RealTouch "theater" at a price of one dollar per minute. RealTouch is priced at 150 dollars and begins selling in the US in February.

RealTouch product manager Drysdale said Sunday that it will be available internationally by mid-year.

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/afp/090112/oddities/us_it_internet_sex_realtouch

When I Grow Up...

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 04:37:00 +0000

Life. A huge part of life is figuring out what the heck to do with it! How do you decide what career path to take when you are in your early 20's?

When I think about what I should become 'when I grow up', I always ask myself if I am going to enjoy that particular job when I am 50 years old...then I do the math and consider that 50 is nearly 30 years away...at this point I take into account that I haven't even been alive for 30 years...so I pause to reflect on how much I have changed in my 20-something years...then I realize that something that may seem interesting and intriguing now, could quite possibly bore me in 2 months. There are too many options, and time's-a-tickin'...I need to figure this out! Here is where I am right now:

Currently I am attending university, working towards getting a psychology major and a sociology minor so I can become a counselor someday. I am considering being a marriage counselor, but then I realized that I enjoy and seem extremely comfortable talking and learning about sex, so now I am thinking about specializing in sex therapy. However I love carpentry, tools, plastering and creating with my hands...which is like chalk and cheese when being compared to counseling. Another thing I am interested in is acting; I would love to act, host a radio show, or be a news anchor. I also have a passion for expressing my thoughts and opinions through writing poems, blogging, or even just simply scribbling down a thought in the notebook that I always have under my bed. Something else that I take great interest in is animals -I would love to work in a zoo, or save puppies from puppy mills, or try to make a difference in cutting down the amount of animal abuse that exists in our unexplainable and cruel world. I also have this hunger to open my own little cafe. I would love to add my own special touch to the place and make it a unique and comfortable place where people can do what I love to do most: meet up, chat and laugh over one of those cups of tea that makes one say, "Oh, now that's a good cup-a-tea!".

WHAT IN THE *BEEP* AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE!?...Can I do it all?

So, my point is to show you where my head is...and that is all over the place. Every week there is a new idea of something I would like to do 'for the rest of my life'. So, I wonder...if my mind is changing so much in such a short amount of time, then how the the hell am I going to stay interested in whatever it is I choose to be when I grow up? How do I make the right choice so I don't ever have to say, "If I had my time back I would have.....". Hahahaha, ohhhh Life.

I Want a Dog, But I Have a Cat

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 04:36:00 +0000

Well friends...it has been a LONG time. I guess that over the past several months I decided that for some reason, the topics I wished to share were not all that funny, intellectual, substantial, witty...you know where I'm going. I am 21...there isn't anything special about me, I'm pretty much your typical 21 year old young woman. What consumes my thoughts are boys, clothes, where the next party spot will be, my friends, getting my ass through school, shoes, purses, dreams for the future (regardless of how realistic those dreams may be), where I will be in 10 years, what I will become, what my wedding will be like, whether or not I will have children. We have all been there, and if I have younger readers then you should know what I mean, and if not, you will.
What I have on my mind tonight is "change". Some people will say "Change is a good thing." Yes, that may be correct in some situations. Change tends to help people open their minds to new, different and risky experiences in life. Change will help us grow. Change will take us to each and every new chapter in our lives. Change will make you smile, cry, scared and therefore could make us stronger individuals. Change can do a lot of things that seemingly ends with a positive result, even though you may only see this in hindsight. However, I just read a book called "The Mastery of Love", and it talks about change, in the sense of a man or a woman in a relationship trying to change their partner. The author makes a point by saying something along the lines of 'Why would you have a cat and keep a cat, if what you really want is a dog?' This got me thinking...
Too often in relationships, one or both parties are happy with their partner, but.....But what if he/she thought this way, instead of that way? What if he/she didn't do this, and did that instead? Wouldn't they be so much better if he/she had the same beliefs, morals, standards, expectations, goals as me? People in relationships seem to always have a list of things that they want their partner to be or become with proper "training". There will always be some incompatibility in a relationship, that is to be expected, but...where do we draw the line? When do we gain the ability and comfort in being able to say "Ok, I am responsible for me. You are responsible for you. I will love you for who you are, and who you have become through your past experiences. I do not have the authority to try to change who you are, or how you act, or what you believe in, or the things you like/dislike, or what you like/dislike to do...etc." If we are finding ourselves with a cat when we really want a dog, we should give the cat to someone who would appreciate the cat for what it is, and continue our search for that darn dog that seems to be extremely difficult to find. Right? Well what I want to figure out is, when and how do you distinguish whether you have yourself a cat or a dog...all while keeping in mind that there are always differences between people in relationships, and no one is perfect??? When do you decide what differences are worth accepting, and what differences should be the deciding factor in moving on without that person by your side anymore?
In my young mind, these questions rack my brain. I am at an age where I could have found Mr. Right, or will find him very soon. "Forever and Always" is very realistic for the near future. I am just struggling with what is or is not worth accpeting, since I am not supposed to want to change someone, nor should I feel that I have the authority or power to do so.
I am going to leave this post right here, because that is how far I have gotten in these thoughts and questions....what do you think?

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 16:34:00 +0000

Well, my friends...it's all over. The year 2007 is now a thing in the past, and I hope you all can reflect on it with a smile on your faces! I sure can! At first, the year started off to be a bit of a bumpy ride for myself. I experienced a break-up from a guy that I had spent nearly 2 years with, and lived with for almost half of that time...so, I didn't think I would like 2007 all that much. It was comparable to when you get out of bed, and stub your toe before you had time to do anything else, and you figure the rest of your day is just going to be agony. However, my year turned out to be everything but, it was GREAT! I learned so much about myself and have never been so comfortable with who I am. I met new people, made new friends (that have become the best group of friends a girl could ask for), I started my first semester of college, and the list goes on....BIG year!

My Christmas holidays were an absolute blast too. It was very hectic with an endless list of get-togethers and parties to attend. Every night that I would decide to stay low-key would turn into a crazy and/or fun night out. No complaints. However, I am excited to get back to the books so I can allow my body and liver some healing time, ahhahahaa!

As for the New Year, that too started out to be a little on the rocky side too. About 15 minutes after 2008 began, there was a crash of broken glass at Dooley's. Subsequently, we all got kicked out and had to find a new place to celebrate the new year. It turned out to be an enjoyable night though, well for me it was. No complaints here either. BUT, we all know of at least a handful of people that will say it was the crappiest New Year's ever...there's always next year, so don't lose hope!

Anyway, I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May 2008 bring you nothing but joy and happiness!

Take care!!!

Misscommunication

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 16:37:00 +0000

After reading a comment regarding my last post, I decided to clarify a couple of things about always picking the 'bad boys'.

First of all, it was in no way, shape or form a cry for help. I was just sharing with you all a little insight on the guys I usually go for...and then giving suggestions as to why I could be picking these men. After talking to MANY woman about dating life and relationships, it is clear to me that a lot of women (in their 20's...and some even older) tend to pick the rose with the most thorns.

My title "I Want a Bad Boy" has to be taken in a humorous context. It is there to show how stupid us ladies (who pick the bad boys or jerks) would sound when saying that. Not many people actually say they want a bad boy, we actually do want a guy who is nice, kind, caring, loyal, honest, outgoing, etc., but we just don't seem to pick them most times. Maybe we have trouble differentiating between the good and the bad, maybe it's the age or maybe it's the challenge because we are not ready to settle down quite yet. I honestly don't know the answer for sure, and I cannot speak for others. All I can do is throw a few suggestions out there to try and explain why I THINK this all goes on.

My past relationships have mostly consisted of guys with an edge. What it boils down to with me, is the challenge. Can I be that girl who can change that guy? I am in my early 20's...and was obviously not looking for Mr. Right during those times...I don't even think I want Mr. Right, right now.

However, I have learned so much from those relationships. I realize that if you see a red light flashing in the first month of your relationship, RUN before 2 years pass by and you have lost yourself in all the pain. I know now, that I am a good enough person to have high standards. I feel that if a man really loves a woman, he will not talk down to her or make her feel by his actions that she is smaller than he is. The list goes on...

My point is, my last post was supposed to show you all a little something about myself; to talk about a common problem amongst a lot of women in their twenties...we pick the bad boys. I do not regret anything that I have done...I have learn from all of my past experiences. I am going to make a lot of wrong decisions, and kiss a lot of frogs...and that is fine with me, because I like where it has all taken me so far.

I Want a Bad Boy

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 03:57:00 +0000

Here I am, a single gal in my twenties and getting asked out on numerous dates...here I am, still a single gal. What is the problem here?

Dating should be fun, I mean, it's nice to get to know someone new and it's nice to be taken out. However, the guys who ask me, all seem too nice. You know what I mean when I say that too...they're TOO available, too 'there', and it seems that they'd do just about anything for me. For some reason, that is a big turnoff in my eyes. Now get me a guy who isn't showing any interest at all, and I want him. Find me someone who has slept with 1/2 of Newfoundland, and I want to be his one and only girl. Find me a guy who has no respect for women, and I want to be the one to change that. Find someone who could be considered "too old" for me, and I want to bring out the inner child in him. Welcome to my "love life", or obviously, lack there of.

The thing is, girls have to seem classy, innocent, and be "take home to mom" material. Therefore, us girls will go for the guy who's momma couldn't have raised something like that, because he's an @$$hole! This way, we sort of feel as though our inner rebel has made a tiny appearance...and that feels nice. It's comparable to when your parents say that you shouldn't do something, and that makes you want to do it even more (so you do). Subsequently, in both situations, you end up crying because you made a big mistake...and is most cases will make the same mistake again and again....and in my case, again.

I want to like the nice guys, I want to feel really special to that someone special, and like most girls, I want to get rid of this magnet that only attracts the jerks or unavailable guys. It's a vicious cycle that has yet to be figured out. So I will end on this note; a few quotes that I know all too well:

"Nice guys finish last..."
"You always want what you can't have, and when you have them you don't want them..."
"Every girl wants to be that one girl who can change that guy..."

...I'm sure many of you can relate. Oh, and if you got over it, tell me how!!! Hahaha!
Take care everyone!!!

Pub Crawl

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 02:16:00 +0000

Last night I took part in a pub crawl through the college I'm attending. It was my first pub crawl, and I cannot wait until the next one!!!

At 7pm the buses picked us up at the school, we had 2 free beer waiting for us on the bus as we made our way from St. John's to CBS. Oh, and before I forget...there were probably about 7 girls on the whole bus, and the bus was packed! Yeeehawww! Hahahaha! I think it was the quickest drunk I've ever experienced, because if you're drinking with men, drink like men, lol. By the time we got to the second club in CBS, I felt like I could call it a night (along with just about everyone else), and it was only 8:30. We hit 2 more clubs and then got dropped off downtown to continue the fun. I didn't stay any longer than a 1/2 hour though, because I was toast.

This is my first year in this school, and I gotta say, I got the chance to talk to and meet more people in the matter of hours than I did so far this semester. It's a great way to make new friends and to become closer with your acquaintances.

Well, no one wants to hear all of my drunken stories from last night, so I'll end here. The moral of the story...EVERYONE should experience a Pub Crawl!!!

Take care!

"Respect Your Elders"

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 14:43:00 +0000

I have a true story to share with you all. This story takes place on a Saturday night at a neighbours house.

On this night, I opened my big mouth with an opinion, to an 'elder'!? UH OHHHH! The outcome of our clashing opinions really got me thinking...I'll explain how everything went, and I would love to receive some feedback from my readers. Here I go:

Frank (not his real name) was explaining how pissed off he was when he brought home take-out KFC to his family and the food was not fully cooked. Umm, yeah, I think we'd all be super pissed about that. This is where the debate/argument/clashing of opinions started. Frank, 40ish in age, was sharing with a table of adults, 35+ in age...and myself (soon to be 21...On December 6th, just to let you all know, aha!) how he reacted when he returned to KFC with his uncooked food. In my eyes, as someone who works at a restaurant/bar; his reaction was a little over the top and belittling, I guess we could say. My response to his blow-up in the fast-food restaurant, was simply that maybe he should be careful with how he deals with people and that it is possible to get your point across without making a huge scene. Well, let's just say that shit starting rolling downhill from there. Frank, I believe, doesn't enjoy getting advice on life from a 'child'. He started avoiding all eye contact with me, and completely stopped talking to me. Then, most of "my elders" at the table kind of turned on me when I stated that, "Most kids these days don't have the same values as kids in generations before...", in response to another comment made by Frank. Bad move, Parrott.

In turn, everyone, A.K.A. 'my elders' at the table said "MY kids have the same values...", "You're digging yourself a hole!", etc. ANNND scene!...because I shut up, waited 5 minutes for a new conversation to get started, got up, said take care and good night, and awkwardly walked my 9 year old ass out of the house.

This is where I started questioning myself in that situation. Was I wrong to voice my opinion? Was I being disrespectful, by telling 'an elder' that his way of treating another human being was inappropriate? And lastly, how old is a person when ageism backs off, and his/her opinion is just as important as someone who would be considered 'an elder'?

I know I haven't experienced life to the extent that Frank did. But, give me a fucking break! I didn't live in a protected hole my whole life either. I have worked since I was 11, dealt with all the shit that goes along with separation and reconciliation on numerous occasions, lived on my own, payed my own bills, realized that money doesn't grow on trees and dishes don't do themselves, and now I am in college trying to determine a portion of what my future holds. Frank and elders, I would appreciate a little more credit. I am not an idiot. Just because I haven't had children, got married/divorced/remarried, bought a house or made as many mistakes as you have at this point; does not mean that I haven't taken something from my own experiences, enabling me to form a valid opinion. Don't make me feel like I'm out of line for having a voice.

I am going to conclude this post now, but first I would like remind my elders that everyone has an elder...and the lady who lived to be 122 did not rule the world because she lived the longest, and therefore must know all.

Take Care!!!

The Smell of Success

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 02:36:00 +0000

This is going to be a short post, but I am very pleased with myself, so I figured I'd share it with my blog readers.

Tonight I wrote my Psychology mid-term exam, and it actually went great!!! I have to let you all know, that I have never experienced that before....EVER, in my whole life. I ACTUALLY felt good after writing an exam! YAY!!!

This Psychology course that I am doing is an online course. It is exactly the same as the in-class psych course, however, I had to teach the whole thing to myself. Every night I had to take it upon myself and dedicate at least an hour of my time to study. That was a very hard thing for me to do. It's not like you have your scheduled classes, and the teacher stands up giving you notes and starting class discussions...nope, just me and the book.

I achieved something tonight...the confidence that I can do it; with or without a teacher. This feels good. I'm just hoping I haven't counted my chickens before they hatched (or whatever that saying is, hahahaha).

P.S. To the arsehole (who I worked with at a previous job) who said I won't do anything with my life because I have no drive: Shove it, pal...not all of us have Daddy's who pass down empires to undeserving, lazy hands! Look at me now and say it! Hahahahahahaaaaa!!!!!!!

"Dear Mr. President"

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 19:41:00 +0000

As I was driving to school this morning, I heard a song with the most beautiful melody which instantly gave me chills. Have you ever listened to a song, and really focused on the lyrics and what they meant? You can tell that a song really cuts deep when you feel chills throughout your whole body. Not only did "Dear Mr. President" by Pink give me the chills, but when I attempted to sing along to the chorus, I felt so much emotion, that I actually started to tear up. This song is about Pink wanting to have an honest, real conversation with the President about the most common problems in society today. The issues that you hear about almost everyday on the news, experience, or see...but yet, we can all go to sleep at night and only worry about our own problems or dream peacefully. Although this song is directed to Mr. President, it got me thinking...

Maybe Pink's intention for this song is not to only attack the decisions of the President, but to tell society that WE are not doing enough either. How many times have you passed a homeless person and acted as if they weren't even there, just so you didn't have to give them any of your money. Do you ever look out of your window on a cold, rainy day and wonder where that homeless person is right now or how he/she is staying warm and dry?

My point is, "Dear Mr. President" helped me realize that we have so many ignored problems in our world. It is not only our leaders who can help, either. We can get the ball rolling towards making a difference too.

I would like everyone to try something; the next time you experience a cold, stormy day, try wondering what that homeless person is doing to stay warm, dry and alive. What you see outside your window is not just a scenic picture, it's reality.

(Click on link to the right for "Dear Mr. President" lyrics)

Hi, my name is Melissa Parrott, and I am a.......

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:24:00 +0000

Tonight I discovered something about myself, that I never really put much thought into or took very seriously. This is a BIG DEAL, and will effect me for the rest of my life. I realized that I cannot save money... Hi, my name is Melissa Parrott, and I am a Spendaholic!

I was just informed that there is a cheque with my name on it, en route to my little 'money-hungry' hands. This cheque amounts to enough money for me to pay off that evil piece of plastic that I call my visa. "YAY!!!!" was my first thought. Then I realized, nothing in life is free. This cheques' purpose is to cover almost 3 semesters in college...

Ladies and gentlemen, this is where I had my big breakthrough, and realized that I have a problem. After speaking with everyone in my house, we all decided that it COULD be a smart decision for me to put the money on my visa, and pay back the X amount of dollars before the year 2009. Sounds great to me. However, after further discussion we all remembered that I can't save money...so here are my ground rules to make this work:

After my visa is paid off, I have to cancel the account.
Since I have no willpower, my mommy (lol) has to set up a savings account in HER name so she can put MY money in it.
I am not allowed to know what bank she will be using for this, any passwords, or my account number.

The funny thing is, I still think that if I saw a cute pair of jeans that I couldn't afford, I would somehow get to my money. Now how brutal is that?

I have to admit, I am not very proud of my newly discovered problem, or addiction (I guess you could call it). I need help. Any advice?...or even if you know of any Spendaholic Rehab Centers nearby that I could check myself into, it would be a great help, Hahahaa!

"Until Death Do Us Part"

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 02:47:00 +0000

I would like to wish my Nan and Pop Parrott AND my Nan and Pop Williams a belated HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!! Both sets of grandparents celebrated their wedding anniversaries this year, and they've been together for about 100 years now, lol! It's so beautiful seeing husband and wife, who have lived the majority of their lives together still love each other as if they were on their honeymoon. I have taken many opportunities to ask them all about their lives together. I've heard about the good days and the bad days...but whatever days they had together, my grandparents got through it and here they all are today, simply in love.

This got me thinking...what the hell is wrong with everyone these days? Here's a question: How many grandparents do you know that have divorced or at least separated? Now, think about how many parents you know that have been divorced or at least separated?

Almost 50% of all marriages these days end in divorce. This dirty old "D" word has evolved into an answer, an easy way out. EASY...DIVORCE? Sounds crazy, I know...but very true. What are we doing wrong? Did the definition of marriage shrink into being just a piece of paper? If my parents generation are having such a difficult time making a marriage work, what will it be like for my generation?

I obviously have many questions, but from what I hear, the obstacles that married couples experience these days are not much different from those in generations before. I believe most people have become lazy. Adultery isn't as jaw dropping and sinful as it definitely should be. Money issues turn the vow "for richer or for poorer" into "for richer or for richer". Rough patches tend to merge a relationship, ever-so-smoothly into a lane leading to a dead end. Where have the values gone? We could all have what my grandparents have today. Now, I am not saying that they are necessarily the "perfect match". However, from what I can see, everything they did go through together, good or bad, has made them appreciate one another so much more, and has moulded them into the loving couples they are today.

Maybe we should all try a little harder to be more like them, so we can end up having what they have....from what I can see "Until death do us part" does not seem all that bad.

Halloween on George Street

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 03:23:00 +0000

We are into the first week of October, and the perfect Halloween costume is all anyone can think about. George Street in St.John's throws a huge bash called the "Mardi Gras" every year for Halloween. It is a time for people to come together, have a few drinks (or a few too many), and dress up as whatever they wish, to see how many heads they can turn for that one night. It is fun...yet, extremely stressful.
I visited with a few of my girl friends last night and saw that they were all on the website www.mydivascloset.com. I never heard of it before, but it is a site that you can buy Halloween costumes, lingerie, accessories, etc. The costumes are a bit revealing, or slutty looking, but hey, Halloween is a night for us "non-hoes" to look like hoes, and still walk away with a great reputation, hahaha!!!
After looking through the all of the costumes, I fell in love with a little sailor girl costume. I was all ready to buy, had the evil credit card out and everything. Then I realized, the costume itself was $55.00 (American, which doesn't mean a roll of beans anyways), PLUS another $35.00 to get it to Newfoundland! I figure if I wear the thing every Halloween until year 2013, I'd get my moneys worth. However, everyone knows you can't wear the same costume every year, or ever again to be honest...I'm a girl, remember?! Hahaha!
Well, this is one of those posts where I would like to get all of my 4 readers involved...Let me know what you want to be this Halloween!!! Also, if you wish, give me some ideas for myself, but make sure your ideas will go easy on the bank account!! :P
Take Care!

Server Not Servant

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 11:10:00 +0000

I have been a full-time waitress/bartender for about 2 years now. There have been many laughs, jokes, and shared secrets among the employees, you name it. I work at a restaurant that has hired on probably the best group of people to work with. We have regular work parties, we help each other out whenever we can and we get together outside of work at times. Sounds great, right? Wrong-o!

Let me tell you about a portion (take note of the word "portion") of the public who walk into our content environment and piss all over it. These guests see us (the wait staff) as a life form with superpowers.

To start, we are expected to be at all of our 5+ tables at one time. Allow me to elaborate. They sit in our section, and can clearly see that we have several other tables. As we run back and fourth from table to kitchen, bar to table, table to table, sweating, out of breath, the whole nine yards, we are expected to arrive to their table the second they put their menus down to order. If this doesn't happen, we have some personal vendetta against them. Therefore, the meal is now going to be as unpleasant as they can make it, for us and for themselves.

Finally we do get to their table with a smile on our face, and ask, "How are you all doing?", "Hungry", they answer. (Really, smartass?) Now they ever-so-rudely put their order in, avoiding all eye contact to get their point across and possibly end up waiting 30-45 minutes for their meal (I don't work at McDonalds, by the way). At this point we are reminded that they are waiting for their food. We know. We also know that from this point on, we are screwed out of any of their leftover coffee change as our tip. Let's not forget the possibility of the guest yelling, cursing, etc. in between the time they sit and the time they leave. This is one example that all servers will deal with at least once a night when the restaurant is full.

Here are some helpful guidelines to this portion of our guests:

If you had a bad day, don't take it out on the person who is handling your food.
Try to remember that your server is human. He/she has a mother, father, brother, sister or child, and they put their pants on one leg at a time too.
Don't disregard that your server is running around and persperating. This actually means that they are working hard, not ignoring you.
If the parking lot is full, chances are the restaurant will be too. Don't come in and say that you are in a rush (a.k.a.bring food up right away)...you are not special. Remember, there are other tables waiting on food too.
If you are the type of person who believes that people should drop everything for you, because you are special. Or, if you are capable of being miserable, sooky and rude if things don't go exactly as you imagined...stay the 'F' home out of it!!!

At this point, I would like to remind these people that we work for our tips. We actually do want you to be happy and have a great eating experience at our restaurant.

Now...I would like to take this time to thank the guests that understand that we are humans too. You are all a pleasure to serve, and we wish everyone was just like you. Take care and have a good evening!!!!

I May Be Small...?

noreply@blogger.com (MelissaParrott) — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 18:45:00 +0000

To start, I would like to say that I really don't know a lot about the world of blogging. This is just a learning experience for me. I may enjoy it, I may not, I may never know unless I try...so here I am. My goal for this experience is to put ME out there, for example, I am not gonna come on this using perfect grammer...I am from Newfoundland (haha), and this is not English 101. You are gonna get Melissa. Love me or hate me....but most people love me, so you probably will too!

I would like to explain why my site is called "I May Be Small...". First of all, it has nothing to do with my size, although I am what you could call 'small'...it has to do with so much more, it goes a little deeper. It has to do with peoples expectations of me. I say I want to be a doctor, others suggest that maybe I should be a hairstylist, for example. It's about living my whole life in the shadow of an older brother, who defined the perfect child, nephew, grandchild, cousin, student, worker, athlete, friend...everything. I knew my whole life that because I was nothing like him, people automatically had lower expectations of me. Actually, I began to accept it, and become it. I played stupid, I've asked people questions that I already knew the answer to. I remember when I was about 3 or 4 years old, pointing to a picture of a brain in a medical book, and asking my babysitter what it was. I knew what it was...and as I look back, I have no idea why I even asked. So that kinda explains the "I May Be Small" part.

Now for the "...". I feel that I am going to blow the socks off everyone someday really soon. There is so much more to me that people don't know, and maybe this site will help myself and others take note of my growth as Melissa Parrott.

Thank you for reading my first post. Feel free to leave your comments, give advice, anything. Take care!