tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79818932162845135892013-05-10T01:29:39.194-05:00I am mostly just a slightly psychotic, totally workaholic concierge, ticket mobilizer, web designer and eRetailer; but I am also a caffeine addicted, movie obsessed, music listening, fast talking, self-professed information junkie.staffnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125meloneysmithhttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981893216284513589.post-47889812360737136812013-05-02T19:54:00.001-05:002013-05-02T19:54:25.594-05:002013-05-02T19:54:25.594-05:00

Smothered Pork Chops Recipe Recipe Ingredients: 4 pork chops, 3/4 to 1 inch thick 1 vidalia or sweet onion, thinly sliced 2 teaspoons seasoned salt 2 teaspoons garlic powder 1/2 teaspoon black pepper 1/2 teaspoon paprika 1/2 cup self rising flour 1/2 cup vegetable oil 2 cups water Cookware and Utensils: 1 large heavy or cast iron skillet 1 measuring spoons As always the key to great cooking

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I like to cook on Sundays. Late nights watching the food network gives me ideas on what I want to try.. Last week was the meatloaf.. Today is pineapple Upsidedown cake because pineapples are one of my favorite flavors and reminds me of summer and beaches. So here's my version. Ingredients 1/2 cup butter 1 cup packed light brown sugar 1 20oz can sliced pineapples Maraschino cherries 1 box

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Ingredients 1 pound ground chuck 10 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled 1 (8-ounce) package sharp Cheddar, grated 2 large eggs, lightly beaten 1/4 cup bread crumbs, toasted 1/4 cup mayonnaise 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper 1/3 cup ketchup 2 tablespoons prepared mustard 1 (3-ounce) can French fried

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  With all of my heart, I know I could love you. But, with all of my soul, I'm driftin away. With all of my mind, I know you could save me from myself And anything else… With all of my strength, I wanna reach out for you. With every breath, I call out your name. With every step, I just wanna turn around and say, “Baby make it okay.” But I'm so afraid that you've forgiven

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WOWZA! What a CRAZY start to 2013! Super Bowl in the middle of Mardi Gras was CRAZY! But the Good TIMES rolled with us through it all! Check It out!   Mardi Gras 2013 in New

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On Sunday, February, 10, 2013 at 5:30 pm, my hometown of Hattiesburg, MS was directly hit by an F-4 Tornado. It tore a path through the city, affecting the University of Southern Mississippi… many friends and their families lost everything they owned. All within minutes.  It took out 12 homes on my Gram’s street alone. She was lucky to only have minor roof damage, but 200 yards away, neighbors

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I know it's been FOREVER since I've posted stuff here... but there was this little event in New Orleans that took up some of my time.. Super Bowl New Orleans 2013 VIEW SLIDE SHOW

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As I move through this life, I start to figure out that maturity doesn't mean getting old. It means I know more; am aware of more things and realize the impact my actions have on myself and others. I can honestly say I'm not that different from the kid who grew up in a small town wanting to escape to something that seemed better but hang onto my deeply embedded roots... It's never as

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1/1/2013     What a way to ring in the New Year above Jackson Square with new friends and old buddies :) Best Ever!

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OMG the year is almost over... 2012. WOW what a year! Looking back over it all, it was a crazy ride! The curse of Goodell, losing Sean Payton, the poor Saints season, a new job, love lost, love found, new friends, old friends, two cities & one wild ladies night! Cheers to the past and Here's to the Future! Let's make 2013 EPIC! xoxo, Meloney

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Sunset is an angel weeping Holding out a bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it's pointing toward Sometimes you feel like youve lived too long Days drip slowly on the page And you catch yourself Pacing the cage I've proven who I am so many times The magnetic strips worn thin And each time I was someone else And everyone was taken in Powers chatter in high places Stir up

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I’ve been quiet these past few weeks. So many things going on all at once. This weekend would  not have been any different had I not made a conscious choice – not to pack it in with activities like I’ve often did these past months. Ah. The need to do…something. To be busy. What drives us to it? Why do we allow ourselves to get so caught up in it? I know my reasons… they were plenty and

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I have no respect for alcoholics. An alcoholic is literally a flammable person. They burn up relationships with the most important people in their lives and take no responsibility for their actions because they have chosen to give up all control to a substance that is in essence, killing them and everyone close to them slowly. I'm calling it like it is … those are the facts and anyone who cannot

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In July, I went up north to the Hampton Roads with some family. It was the vacation I needed for a long time. Right there on the beaches of the Atlantic Ocean, I knew I would be back again. I'm drawn to the ocean. Whether it's jumping from a boat, swimming, or just walking on the sand, the sea has a calming effect on me. On the coast of somewhere beautiful is where I ended up for my birthday [

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Summer Vacation July/August 2012 VIEW SLIDE SHOW DOWNLOAD ALL   

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I’m staring out into the wild blue yonder, with so many thoughts to sit and ponder … about life and love and this emptiness in my heart. I’m too old to be wild and free still; But too young to be over the hill … should I try to grow up?  Who knows where to start..? The sun comes up and sinks down, and I’ve seen 'em both in this tourist town. I’ve been up for days in a rage, just tryin'

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Hamptons at night (Taken with Instagram)

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Don’t forget to check out my Tumblr Blog!

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I’ve been working like crazy preparing for the upcoming Football season and packing for my month vacation to the Hampton Roads Beaches. During my absence, I became a member of the blonde mafia…  enjoy!

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Frank Sinatra sang “Let’s take a boat to Bermuda/let’s take a plane to St. Paul/let’s get away from it all! ” To travel is to give into wanderlust — regardless of how you define it. You may crave a wild adventure or simply want to admire mother nature from the serenity of a hammock. In other words, “Let’s leave our hut, dear/Get out of our rut, dear/Let’s get away from it all.” Lots of people

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Okay. So I think it’s time me and the women of the world … at least the literary world had a talk. A real one. Like apart from the dialogues they have with themselves in these 600-pages books of crap. I’ve read the Twilight books so, as person with a vagina, I feel obligated to at point a few things out: So it’s come to my attention as of late that a new genre of books is emerging, one that

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I enjoy this life as a jester. Seems to keep me moving around. All a part of this strange plan I’m sure, To start a new chapter each day. I have my ups and downs. … I use to go crazy for days at a time, Now I’m takin my time with my days. Haven’t found the answers like some that I know, I’m just stuck in fairly nice maze. I want to count the stars, lights on the cars that are shinin’ up

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