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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

How Much Do You Owe?



Have you thought about the National Debt?

I mean have you REALLY thought about it?

The debt is growing at about $3M a minute, but for this argument, we are going to use a static figure of $14.639T. Yeah, that’s a little obscure, and really, most people can’t grasp the concept.

Written out with a little less shorthand, that is $14.639-trillion dollars.

Written out fully, that is $14,639,000,000,000.00

Yeah, that’s a lot of zeros to the left of the decimal place.

It’s also too big for most folks to comprehend.

Let’s just look a figure of $1,000,000,000 or 1-billion. That’s just 14.639T/1B of the National Debt, or only 0.007% of the full National Debt. Yes, way less than even 1%.

If we use the clock and roll it back by 1-billion seconds, we would find ourselves in the year 1980. Gas was $1.19 a gallon, and a new house was about $70,000 or so. Pac Man was just released, and those new camcorders were hitting the market in Japan. And you would be anxious to find out just who shot JR.

On the other hand, if we turn back the hands of time by 1-billion minutes, we are in the year 129. Jesus was crucified less than a hundred years ago. There may even be a few people alive who actually saw him.

Now let’s go back 1-billion hours…we are in the year 110,967 BCE. The last ice age was just starting. Anatomically modern humans would have been banging rocks together on the riverbanks trying to figure out how to kill a mammoth or two for dinner.

If we take the next step and go back 1-billion days, we find ourselves 2,739,726 years ago. There are no humans, only apes that have learned to walk erect. More than a quarter of a million years will pass before the first true humans arrive.

Finally, if the clock spins backwards for 1-billion years, there is life, but it is single-celled. Some of the cells haven’t even stumbled on the idea of a defined nucleus yet.

What if we used the real number from the National Debt? 14.639 trillion years ago, the universe itself didn’t exist. Nothing. This was before the time when God’s hand moved across the face of the deep. In fact, He hadn’t even turned on the lights yet.

My point is that the National Debt is a staggering number. If we use the figure from the start of this blog (it has grown by about $10,000,000 since you started reading), that means that every single person (all people, regardless of age) owns a share of the National Debt amounting to about $46,000.

In simple language that everyone can understand, you owe $46,000 per person in your household above and beyond the credit cards, mortgage, car payments, and all the rest of your bills.

And it’s time to pay the piper.

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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Herman Cain's 9-9-9 Plan


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I can't seem to leave some news stories alone...

Herman Cain and 9-9-9

OK, folks, this just defined the GOP Presidential Race.

Herman Cain has detailed even more on his 9-9-9 plan for the economy, and it makes perfect sense.

In a nutshell, the three 9s stand for:

9% Flat-Rate Personal Income Tax

9% Flat-Rate Corporate Income Tax

9% National Sales Tax

The studies indicate this would actually generate MORE income to the government while lowering the tax burden of better than 95% of the taxpayers.

Let’s use Mr. Obama’s favorite term: Fair and Balanced.

What could be more fair? Everyone, individuals and companies, pay the same tax rate. No one gets off free. No one gets off easier. No one pays more than their share.

What could be more balanced? Everyone pays the same income tax, but those who buy more pay more in sales tax.

Let’s look at the ideas everyone else has, such as they are…

The Democrats in Congress want to raise everyone’s taxes. In a twisted sort of way, that’s at least fair and balanced. Everyone gets screwed.

The Republicans in Congress want to cut only the taxes on business. Nothing fair or balanced about that, but it would work to get the economy back on track. It’s a long-term deal, though, probably taking a 5 or more years to work.

The President wants to increase taxes only on business. This would only make matters worse. Business would stop growing and spending. Unemployment would skyrocket.

Other GOP hopefuls except for Cain and Romney don’t have a plan at all, just rhetoric.

Romney has an inkling of an idea, but no substance so far. We’ll have to wait and see what he comes up with. I’m not going to hold my breath.

Herman Cain is the only person out there with a plan. And the plan he has is one that will work, and it will work quickly.

Take at a look at this guy.

He’s on the right track!

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Monday, August 8, 2011

Got A Flat?



Earlier today (August 8, 2011), I proposed via Twitter that to balance the budget and get spending under control, we should look at an option where for every $1 in tax increases, there should be a simultaneous cut in spending of $4.

Then I did a little research…

Not so many years ago, Canada was in dire financial straights, and their credit was in the toilet. The Canadians took just such an approach, but a little more aggressive.

For every dollar they increased taxes, fees, and other revenue sources, they cut seven dollars in spending.

That is even better. Someone care to do the math for me to see how fast we could reduce the debt to zero?

More importantly, this nonsense of a “fair and balanced” approach being to increase taxes on any one group is far from fair, balanced, or even workable. Tax increases must be across the board.

In fact, a flat tax is the way to go. Everyone pays the exact same percentage of their income no matter what. No deductions, no adjustments, no nothing. Also, the source of the income doesn’t matter. No exemptions for alimony, child support, retirement, Social Security, and all the rest. No lower limit on income below which you get a free ride. No upper limit on income above which you have a million loopholes. Finally, all individual taxpayers would be subject to this structure, and for the purposes of tax law, all businesses of any form would be considered “individuals” under the tax codes. Foreign businesses selling products in the US would be subject to a national sales tax. See later in this blog.

Caveat: Self-funded retirement accounts would be an exception. See later in this blog.

Just to pick a number, and I have no clue how close this would be to the actual number needed, let’s say the Flat Tax Rate (FTR) is set to 15%.

If you make $50,000 in income this year, you would pay $7,500 in taxes. End of story.

If Bill Gates makes $5,000,000,000 in income this year, he would pay $750,000,000 in taxes. End of story.

If Billy-Bob makes $400 in income this year, he would pay $60 in taxes. End of story.

I would bet dollars to doughnuts that for the vast majority of people, their tax rate would go down, while the Treasury would collect far more money.

Additional savings would come from the fact that the IRS is now redundant and could be fully eliminated. Your tax form just became a post card.

Again, I have no clue and no motivation to look up what the budget of the IRS is, but I will again bet that it isn’t peanuts. I also suspect the number would probably depress the hell out of me.

Anyway…

This needs to be coupled to a National Sales Tax. (NST)

Every item that is sold is subject to the NST. Again, there are no exceptions, exemptions, or other loopholes. If you buy it, you pay the NST on it.

Now, there may need to be two different NST rates: One for end-user sales, and another for items to be resold. That’s a detail for the economists to work out. Personally, I see no problem with a single NST that applies anytime an item is sold.

Also, the NST would apply to EVERYTHING, including items sold to government agencies, non-profits, and services provided.

Now, on to my vision of a few of the details…

I would see the NST as being fairly low, maybe as low as 1%, but probably around 2% is more realistic. I suspect that the FTR would be about 10% or so. Again, these numbers have NO basis in any calculations. They are 100% pure gut feeling.

Let’s assume a person making $60,000 a year and putting $12,000 a year into a retirement account. They would have the choice of paying taxes on the retirement account funding now or when they draw it out at or after retirement age. Let’s assume they elect to pay now.

Their taxable income is $60,000. Their tax due would be $6,000. This leaves them $54,000 in their pockets for mortgage payments, food, utilities, clothes, gas, and all the rest, but remember that everything they buy, including their mortgage, is subject to the NST.

Let’s assume that their monthly expenses, before the NST, come to $4,000 a month. At 2%, the NST would be $80. This puts another $960 a year into the Treasury.

So, for one taxpayer as above the total income would be $6,960 a year. That comes to a tax burden of 11.6%.

For someone making ten times the amount above, just multiply everything by 10 except the tax burden. It would stay the same.

Once our taxpayer reaches retirement age and starts to draw from their retirement account, since they paid taxes on that money when they deposited it, no new tax is due except on the interest earned. That is another detail that the accountants can work out.

Now that is fair and balanced.

I would love to see someone who has the time and expertise in accounting work out some numbers for the FTR and NST that would give the Treasury the same income as they have now. Then see what happens when we trash the IRS and the related maze of agencies that are involved.

I think it’s pretty clear that the income of the US Treasury could be increased while reducing the tax rate for 90% or more of Americans.

Couple this increase in revenue with a 1:7 reduction in spending, and we’re out of the hole in a matter of a few years.

More importantly, our kids and grandkids are out of the hole, too.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Kicking The Can



I didn't listen to President Obama's speech about the debt ceiling tonight. It's just not that important to me because we all know something will happen to raise the limit and avoid default.

I just finished reading the transcript of the speech, and I would suggest that you do the same, even if you listened to the speech live.

The real issue is the deficit.

First of all, the President is right...the huge deficit is the fault of both parties, and both have a responsibility to fix the problem. But I want you to look at something Mr. Obama said...

...the deficit was on track to top $1 trillion the year I took office...

The projected deficit for 2011 is $1.6 trillion.

In other words, the deficit has increased by 60% since Obama took office.

Next, Mr. Obama and Senator Reid keep talking about a “Balanced Approach” with “Shared Sacrifice”. I'm all for both.

bal·ance [bal-uhns] -anced, -anc·ing. -- a state of equilibrium or equipoise; equal distribution of weight, amount, etc.

Mr. Obama and Senator Reid also tout that ...98 percent of Americans who make under $250,000 would see no tax increases at all.... Sorry, but “Balanced” is, by definition, across the board, all or nothing.

If, for example, we disallow the mortgage interest deduction for one group of tax payers, then we do it for all. If we raise taxes by 5% for one group, we do it for all.

Let's make the tax code totally equal. Everyone pays a flat 15% of their income. No deductions, no nothing. Every dollar that every person, company, corporation, etc. makes is subject to a flat 15% tax.

Your tax form becomes a post card and the IRS has no reason to exist.

That's fair.

And we all know why Mr. Obama wants a long-term deal...

Elections are coming.

Won't that be fun?

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Monday, July 18, 2011

Don't Ask, Don't Tell...About Kindle, That Is



I've been considering doing a few books and stories and using self-publishing via the Amazon Kindle. Mostly, the stories would be under some of my pen names, but I might do some under my real name in the erotica romance genre, or maybe even into the straight erotica genre.

I was a little concerned by some of the wording in the Kindle/Amazon terms of service about “inappropriate content”, so I had a person on my team contact Amazon for clarification.

After all, I don't want to jump through the hoops of getting the book into the proper format, having cover art done, edits, and all the rest only to find out that the book can't be sold via Kindle.

I should add that most of my erotica romance stories are now available on Kindle from Amazon. That leads me to believe that all is well with the genre, but it never hurts to ask.

Or does it?

This is a quote from the letter sent to Amazon...

I am considering using Kindle and Amazon to publish my works from my pen names and my real name, but your FAQs and TOS are very fuzzy on what is meant by "inappropriate content".

I am hoping you can clarify this for me.

Specifically, I am considering Kindle for my works in the genre of "Erotic Romance". Works in this genre are, as you know, sexually explicit and use adult language. Many of my works in this genre under my real name of Melodee Aaron are available on Amazon in the Kindle format.

This leads me to believe that the erotic romance genre is indeed in compliance with the TOS and are not considered "inappropriate content" for the program, but as I said, the TOS and FAQs are very fuzzy.

Before I spend a lot of time and effort to self-publish works on Kindle, I want to make sure that it will not be wasted.


Clear enough, I think.

Now here is the reply we received from Amazon...


Our content guidelines are published on the Kindle Direct Publishing website.

To learn more, please see: Content Guidelines.

[link added]

Content that is violation of these guidelines will not be offered for sale.

As stated in our content guidelines, we reserve the right to determine what content we consider to be appropriate. This content includes both the cover art image and the content within the book.

We’re unable to elaborate further on specific details regarding our content guidelines.


If you follow the link above, you find the most interesting of the few lines to state:

What we deem offensive is probably about what you would expect. Amazon Digital Services, Inc. reserves the right to determine the appropriateness of Titles sold on our site.

Further, near the top, the guidelines state:

If Amazon Digital Services, Inc. determines the content of a Title is prohibited, we may summarily remove or alter it without returning any fees.

[emphasis mine]


Anyone see a problem here?

To summarize for you, what all of this means is:

We will take and keep your money if we decide that your content is inappropriate, but we won't tell you what is or is not appropriate before we take your money.

That hardly seems right to me.

At first, I was upset. I called my lawyer and wanted someone's head on a platter. But he's used to me, and calmed me down. BTW, he said I wasn't upset. I believe the legal term he used was “Fucking Pissed Off”. Anyway, he told me he would look into things.

This evening, I had an E-Mail from the legal department, and they told me, “...publish anything you like. That policy will not hold up in court and Amazon will look like morons by the time we get done with them in front of a judge...”

In other words, you can't enforce a policy that no one knows about and you refuse to disclose. So long as it's legal, Amazon is shit out of luck.

As to if I will put some works on Kindle or not, who can say? I did a fast count, and of the 237 books I have available in electronic formats now, only two of them are not available on Kindle at this time. Doesn't really seem worth the work.

Maybe.

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Kids Say The Darnedest Things!



We did a little shopping trip yesterday that was originally intended for my oldest daughter (Amanda @AmandaJDouglas ) and I, but ended up being the entire family. That was OK, though, because we had a nice family lunch and the guys (hubby Jack and son JJ) pretty much just sat on the benches around the plaza and watched the girls while me, Amanda, and Debbie stimulated the economy.

JJ just turned 3 a month or so back. He's been signing since he was about 9 months, and talking since about 14 months. He's good at both. I'm not sure if JJ really went through “The Terrible Twos”, though. He never really became argumentative or stubborn. He did ask a lot of questions.

But as we were getting ready to head for home, Jack was going to put JJ in his car seat. JJ crossed his arms and said, “No.”

Jack just chuckled and explained to JJ that the car seat is much safer for him and that it is the law in any event. JJ shook his head and said, “No. I don't want to ride in that.”

I want you to have the picture firmly in your mind...JJ is a normal 3-year-old boy. Light hair and blue eyes, almost a toe-head, and of normal stature. His father is 6' 10” and about 300 pounds of muscle. Jack had not bent over to talk to JJ.

Jack laughed again and told JJ, “Then I'll just put you in the car seat.”

JJ looked around at his sisters and at me. He also looked at the security person escorting us. He looked up at his dad, spread his little feet to about shoulder width, put his fists on his hips and said, “You're going to need more help, daddy.”

He was wrong.

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Monday, July 4, 2011

The Modern Slave Trade



The Modern Slave Trade

OK, let's talk about an aspect of illegal immigration that no one seems willing to address.

It seems to me that of all days to talk about this, July 4th is a good choice. Today we celebrate the Declaration of Independence, that amazing document that states, in part, that “all men are created equal...”

I guess it's just not politically correct.

Yeah, like that's gonna stop me!

The most common statement heard in support of granting amnesty to the felons illegally in the United States or for simply ignoring the problem is that the illegals “...are doing jobs that no one else will do...” The single most common job so cited is that of harvesting various crops like lettuce.

Similarly, in the struggle to eliminate slavery in the early history of our country, a common logic given to support continued slavery was that slaves were needed to harvest various crops, especially cotton, because no one else would do that work.

Let's look at the history of slavery and how things changed after 1865...

The cotton-picker was initially invented way back in 1850, but little was done with the idea. The inventors, Taylure and Paige, created the machine to replace manual labor. There is a good argument that they were simply trying to increase efficiency and thereby profits, but when you consider the time frame, it is also very possible that they foresaw the coming abolition of slavery. Be that as it may, the idea more or less languished until 1889 when the first truly practical machine was developed by the Price Campbell Cotton Picker Corporation. In 1905 and 1924, more improvements were made that led to the modern machines. Even in the early days, a cotton-picker could replace 40 or more field laborers. Modern machines capable of picking up to 8 rows of cotton at a time and can replace as many as 400 workers.

The fact is that the southern slave holders were right...no one wanted to pick cotton. Picking cotton is hard work, back-breaking labor in the hot sun from dawn to dusk. Even paid workers don't want to do it for even twice minimum wage.

But the cotton needed harvesting.

When the slaves were no longer an option, cotton plantations turned to the machines.

So, what does all of that have to do with illegal immigrants? Everything!

I'm going to pick on lettuce. No pun intended...

“We need the undocumented immigrants to pick lettuce and do other jobs that no one else will do!” That's the old, tired rhetoric from the supporters of amnesty.

But it just ain't so!

Why don't we have a machine that can pick lettuce at higher efficiencies than doing it by hand? It has nothing to do with lettuce being delicate or hard to pick or anything of the kind. The reason is very simple...

We don't need a lettuce-picker because we have modern slaves to do the work.

Yes, I just called the illegals slaves. And that is exactly what they are. At least that's how the left is treating them.

Illegals are exactly that: Illegal. They can't complain about working conditions or pay. They can't sue. They can't strike. They can't even go to the boss and ask for a raise. Just like the slaves couldn't demand redress from their owners.

With amnesty, we are trying to deal with the problem by making the workers legal. Guess what that will do. All of a sudden, the workers will get at least minimum wage, health insurance, vacations, and all the other benefits. That will drive costs up and profits down. Someone, someplace, will say, “Hey! We need a lettuce-picking machine to replace all of these workers!” And one will be invented. Then, all of the these workers will be out of a job and on various forms of welfare. Like we need more people unemployed! Our economy is already in the tank. Adding another 15-million people to welfare and unemployment will leave us in far worse shape than even Greece.

By simply ignoring the problem, we are perpetuating the modern slave trade. We are slowly killing these people who only want a better life in America. We are, by allowing them to remain here and suffer under the yoke of being a poorly paid slave, doing them a disastrous disservice.

We owe it to those here illegally to break the bondage that holds them. All slaves should—and must—be freed.

The excuse of needing the slaves to do certain jobs is simple nonsense. When slavery in the south was abolished, the country adapted, thanks to good old-fashioned American ingenuity.

We must follow the high ground taken by those in our history who fought to free the blacks, and we must free the illegal immigrants of today.

We will adapt again and eliminate the need for a modern slave trade.

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Commentary on The Declaration of Independence



I'd like to call your attention to a few lines of the Declaration of Independence, and to offer my commentary on them. Please feel free to post your comments as well.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America

The key word here is “unanimous”. The founders were serious about this, because they understood the severity of the action fully. Remember that, at the time, Great Britain was the most powerful military force on the planet, and the odds would be very much against the new nation in an armed struggle. It was important that the thirteen states be truly united to show their determination.

And it is in this need for unanimous action that many compromises, some good and some bad, came into being. One of the baddest of the bunch was slavery.

The majority of the founders, even those holding slaves, believed that slavery was wrong. Several colonies, however, disagreed with that position. In order to present a unified front, it was agreed to by the majority that no language related to slavery would be placed in the Declaration in order to keep the decision unanimous.

Was this the right thing to do? Maybe not, maybe so. Second-guessing history is a game you can't win. Could only eleven of the thirteen colonies have managed to break away from England? I don't know, and no one else does, either. Since the majority caved to the minority, it is clear that the founders believed that anything less than a unanimous position would fail. I think we must bow to their choices at the time. They were there. We weren't.

One thing is clear, however...if you read the writings of Jefferson, Franklin, and others, they knew that slavery would be one of the largest obstacles to face the United States in the future. Franklin even predicted a “...struggle, perhaps armed, in less than 100 years...” over slavery.


We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

It is these few sentences that define the United States. We can talk about the Constitution and the laws, but in these few words, the founders spelled it all out very clearly.

To me, the most powerful five words ever written are all men are created equal.

Some people say that these words are meaningless, and what the founders meant was that “all white male property owners” are equal. As for me, I believe the founders said just exactly what they meant to say. After all, why would they be so precise in the wording of the rest of the document and so fuzzy here? It doesn't make sense.

It is true that society at the time defined the people holding the political and economic power as the white male property owners, but I think the founders knew that would change as the United States matured. Less than 100 years after this document was written, the slaves would be free. Less than 150 years later, women would get the right to vote. Segregation would vanish in less than 200 years. These changes happened not because of the Constitution or the rule of law. They happened because we, the people, took those five words to heart.

We saw that the founders really did mean “All Men” when they laid out the principles that define us as a nation.

All humanity.

Have we reached the lofty goal that the founders challenged us to achieve? No, not yet. We move forward every day, sometimes slipping backwards now and then.

There are those who will argue that the gauntlet thrown down by the founders is one that we can never pick up, that we can never reach that perfection envisioned 235 years ago. Why do some people have such a defeatist attitude?

We can only try, we can only give our best, we can only give 110% effort, and we will move ahead, coming closer and closer to that dream. When we fail, and we take a step backwards, as we did when we imprisoned Japanese-Americans in WWII, we must face those facts and correct our course. When we wrong our fellow Americans, as we did for many long years to the Native Americans, we must examine what we did wrong, correct our misguided efforts, and continue to move ahead in the right direction.

This is not easy work, nor will all Americans agree with the correct path of action. It is there that lies the true political greatness of the passage I quoted above.

The founders stated above that ...it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. These words established the concept of the Constitution, defining it as the means by which the people, the governed, grant power to the government. It is we, the people, who hold the power. The founders made the United States a self-governed nation. We can, and should, demand accountability and redress from the government. We must be vigilant and watchful of those we select to steward the operation of government.

When we blindly turn over the task of government to others and merely accept their demands and direction, we do a disservice not only to the Declaration of Independence and it's authors, but to ourselves and to our progeny.

The few lines above charge us, the people of the United States, with the task of taking care of ourselves. It is a huge job, but one that I welcome fully.

I would have each of you ask yourself the question, “Am I taking care of myself by being self-governing?”


...we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

It is with these words that the Declaration of Independence ends.

Perhaps the framers of these words were referring only to the fifty-six men whose signatures follow this line, but my impression is that the words refer to all people of the United States.

In context of today's world, we can see this ideal represented in a few places. Police, firefighters, emergency services workers, medical personnel, and a few others live by this line. These people pledge their life each and every day to the welfare of their fellow Americans.

The largest group who follow this creed are, of course, members of the military. Even in times of peace, or far from the battle fields where our soldiers fight, military personnel face extreme danger at every turn. Not even police and firefighters face the things that the military deal with. Have you ever worked on a thermo-nuclear warhead or a bunker-busting bomb? These people do not do this work for the pay. They do it because they believe in the dream defined in the Declaration of Independence.

But each of us owes to everyone else our honor, our fortunes, and our very lives. As Evelyn Beatrice Hall said, "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it", we must all be willing to defend our fellow Americans. If we agree or disagree is moot.

Our very freedom is at stake.

Lastly, as far as the Declaration of Independence goes, I want you to reflect on the men who signed the document. Remember the global power-politics of the time, and you will see that these fifty-six were, in effect, signing their own death warrants. Their lives had about the same value as a pile of chicken shit.

Again, ask yourself a question...”Would I have the guts to sign such a document in the same situation?”

I would like to think that I would, but I honestly don't know. I would hope that I would be willing to stand up and really pledge my life to my fellow Americans. But that's hard to do when we are talking about the reality and not some abstract ideology.

It is always easier to do the wrong thing. You are part of the herd following the wrong leaders and the wrong causes. You don't have to fight for what is right. The safety in numbers offered by the herd makes us feel secure.

Doing the right thing is hard. You have to break away from the safety of the herd, stand out alone in the middle of the plain, daring the predators to pick you off. You're subject to attack, to pain, and to death itself.

As a nation, we have done the hard things. We have stood up for the oppressed. We have battled the tyrants and those who would rule the world in their own image. We have made huge strides to follow that guiding light found in the words ...all men are created equal..., but there is still much hard work to do.

As a nation, we have also taken the easy way out far too often. We ourselves oppressed people because of their beliefs or the color of their skin. We have waged war unjustly for dubious causes. We have forgotten the words That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. We have blindly followed those who would divert us from the path we have followed for nearly a quarter of a millennia.

It seems that in many cases it is no longer politically correct to believe in the principles defined by the founders in the Declaration of Independence, but I believe that is the right thing to do. It is hard, and being cut off from the herd, I fully understand the risks I am taking by pledging to you, my fellow Americans, my life, my fortune, and my honor.

God Bless America

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The Meaning of July 4th



Many times, we forget the real meaning of July 4th.

No, it's not about getting a 3-day weekend, or bar-b-que, or drinking beer, or even about fireworks.

July the 4th is about the birth of our nation.

It's easy to forget that on July 4, 1776 our ancestors began a struggle to become free, to stand on their own as a people, united and determined to become what they could through hard work and determination, and to reap the benefits of that work, or to fail as providence might dictate.

Along the road the founders set before the new nation we have seen many bumps and many detours. I could list a few of those things, but most of you know them. Some were small, mere distractions to the real goals. Others were large, threatening to divert us from the course of freedom and self-reliance. Even today, we still encounter challenges to our ambitions.

The simple fact is that we always find a way to move forward and grow as a people, as a nation.

Some of you may never have actually read the document that started it all, our Declaration of Independence. I would ask each of you, no matter if you have read it or not, to take a few minutes and read the wonderful words penned by Thomas Jefferson and the others.


The Declaration of Independence [A Transcription]

IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

[The 56 signatures on the Declaration appear in the positions indicated:
]


Column 1
Georgia:
Button Gwinnett
Lyman Hall
George Walton

Column 2
North Carolina:
William Hooper
Joseph Hewes
John Penn
South Carolina:
Edward Rutledge
Thomas Heyward, Jr.
Thomas Lynch, Jr.
Arthur Middleton

Column 3
Massachusetts:
John Hancock
Maryland:
Samuel Chase
William Paca
Thomas Stone
Charles Carroll of Carrollton
Virginia:
George Wythe
Richard Henry Lee
Thomas Jefferson
Benjamin Harrison
Thomas Nelson, Jr.
Francis Lightfoot Lee
Carter Braxton

Column 4
Pennsylvania:
Robert Morris
Benjamin Rush
Benjamin Franklin
John Morton
George Clymer
James Smith
George Taylor
James Wilson
George Ross
Delaware:
Caesar Rodney
George Read
Thomas McKean

Column 5
New York:
William Floyd
Philip Livingston
Francis Lewis
Lewis Morris
New Jersey:
Richard Stockton
John Witherspoon
Francis Hopkinson
John Hart
Abraham Clark

Column 6
New Hampshire:
Josiah Bartlett
William Whipple
Massachusetts:
Samuel Adams
John Adams
Robert Treat Paine
Elbridge Gerry
Rhode Island:
Stephen Hopkins
William Ellery
Connecticut:
Roger Sherman
Samuel Huntington
William Williams
Oliver Wolcott
New Hampshire:
Matthew Thornton




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Happy Birthday, America.

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Monday, June 27, 2011

Super Help Needed!



HELP ME!

OK, here's the deal...

As we wandered around the San Diego Zoo's Nighttime Zoo yesterday, my mind was, as always, running. I tried to keep it in neutral as far as work goes, but any author will tell you that just isn't possible. I'm always looking for a story angle.

Anyway, at some point we passed a bunch of kids and a handful of adults escorting them. For some reason, the kids were all dressed to one degree or another as various superheroes. You know...Superman, Batman, Spiderman, and all the rest. The kids were cute.

But that got me to thinking. I know, that's dangerous.

Since then, I've been playing with an idea that's tugging at my brain for a new book. A futuristic SF story about a superhero.

Yes, an erotica romance superhero.

As crazy as it may sound, I'm leaning to something just a little, well, hokey. Yeah, just like the comic book—excuse me, graphical novel—superheroes. A little comedy tossed in with the battling of evil doers, and, of course, the romance and erotica.

I need a few ideas from readers and other authors to help me along in the early stages of this process...

(BTW, you can read a lot about other superheroes on the web site: http://www.superherodb.com/)

First, what kind of super powers should our hero have? Flight? Invisibility? Telepathy? What?

Second, what about a name for the superhero part of the hero's twin egos? What would be a snappy name to match his powers? I guess Superman has the perfect name. He is, after all, super. Ditto for Batman. Same deal with Spiderman. Any thoughts?

Third, what does our superhero do when he isn't fighting evil? Is he a jock, maybe a pilot or sports star? Does he have some mundane job like Clark Kent or Peter Parker? Maybe he's filthy rich like Bruce Wayne? What do you think?

Fourth, and this could “cancel” numbers 2 and 3 above, does he even have an alter ego? Maybe, just maybe, he doesn't keep the fact that he is a superhero secret at all. What are your thoughts on that?

I would also appreciate any other thoughts you might have. Remember that we're talking about a hokey superhero here, just like the, um, graphical novels. That means the field is pretty much wide open to anything!

You can comment to this blog post. That's the preferred way. But if you don't have a Blogger account and don't want to sign up for one for some reason, you can also E-Mail me at melodeeaaron@yahoo.com and I will post your comments back to here unless you ask me not to. Also, you can comment on FaceBook or send me a Tweet.

So, come on, folks! Let's hear it!

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Melodee Aaron, Erotica Romance Author
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Happy Anniversary



Today marks the 4th anniversary of the day I married the absolute Man Of My Dreams.

Yes, I write romance novels, both standard and erotica. Anyone who reads, or writes, romance novels knows that we all, the authors that is, write about our heroine finding the perfect man. He's an alpha male, but has a tender side that he shows to our leading ladies. He's tough, willing to kill or die for her, and totally fearless, except of her. The hero is almost always tall, handsome, strong, and has a body that makes Mr. Universe look like the proverbial 97 pound weakling.

We also know that men like that don't exist in the real world.

Well, I used to know that, too...

Jack came into my life when he was hired as a security consultant. He had the needed experience having been a Navy SEAL and working for the US Secret Service. The first day I saw him, I damned near melted. It was, for me, an instant attraction, but he was married and had an infant daughter.

OK, I'll admit it. A man being married was never a red light to me to stop when it comes to making a move on him, but having kids, especially little kids, always was a line even I wouldn't cross. As far as I was concerned, Jack was off limits back then.

After a few years of working for me, Jack got a divorce. He never, in the time prior to that, showed any interest in me, and even after his divorce, he was a total professional. It seemed that he just wasn't interested in me, but I did notice that he wasn't dating anyone else.

To make a long story short, and Jack has covered some of it in his blog posting about life with me, he and his two daughters ended up living in my house.

It was at the end of a rather bad time for me when a dear friend suggested that I go out with Jack. Jack had still shown no interest in me other than as an employee and a friend, but when I told him about my friend's idea, Jack did ask me out.

From there on out, it was all free fall for me. I admitted to myself that at some point in the previous few years, I had fallen for Jack, and he made it clear to me that he felt the same way.

I won't go into all of the details, but we dated for more than six weeks before we made love. I will tell you that I had never done that before, though. I mean I had never waited six weeks before getting into bed with the person I was dating.

There is one night with Jack I do want to tell you about, though...

It was Saturday night, March 10, 2007. We were home alone because Maria (my housekeeper) had taken the girls to her house for the night so they could all get up early to go to church on Sunday morning. Jack had cooked a wonderful dinner of nothing but hamburgers and fries, and we had finished eating and were sitting in front of the fireplace on the floor sharing a bottle of wine. It was Orfila Estate Ambassadors Reserve Merlot 2003. Yeah, I remember that detail. Actually, I still have the cork from the bottle.

We were just talking and laughing, snuggling and making out a little, but nothing too extreme, but the evening was yet young and I had high hopes.

We were laughing at each other about carrying on like a pair of teenagers in the backseat of dad's car and the fact that we were both far enough away from being teenagers that we might have trouble getting up from the floor when Jack went suddenly very serious on me. With nothing but real, deep concern painted across his face, he said to me, “Melodee, I want to talk to you about something important.”

Honestly, I was scared. I had never seen Jack so serious other than a couple of times when he thought he might have what he calls a shooter in the crowd someplace. I swallowed hard, but I still didn't think I could speak very well, so I signed back to him, “Sure. What's wrong?”

He smiled at me, something like a little boy with a big secret that excited him, but that he was afraid to share for fear of getting in trouble. He signed back, “I hope nothing is wrong.” He hesitated for nearly a minute, and as he did, that cute smile faded away, replaced by an uncertainty I never even suspected Jack could harbor. He looked down for a moment, then back up and stared into my eyes. He took my hand in his and put my fingers on his lips, kissing them softly. Then, with my fingers still touching his lips so I could feel the movement and not have to rely totally on reading his lips, Jack said, “Melodee, will you marry me?”

We had drank almost the entire bottle of wine, but it wasn't the alcohol that made the room swim around me. I can still remember how my hand dropped from his face, my arm falling limp to my side as I inhaled deeply. No, I really didn't see this coming at all, and I still have no idea why not.

I had been proposed to before. I really can't remember how many times, but there was only one case when I took it seriously, but I turned him down for a number of reasons. This wasn't a new experience for me. Been there, done that.

I stared at Jack, the man I knew I loved more than I had ever loved anyone else, and I must have looked like an idiot. I felt my breath, fast and shallow, pulsing in and out of my open mouth. My heart raced in my chest. I could even feel sweat running down my back and chest as my hands got clammy. I sat there staring at him long enough that Jack signed, “Are you OK?”

I could only nod in reply. I raised my hand to sign to him, but I stopped, and I took Jack's hand in my sweaty fingers and raised his fingers to touch my lips.

I took as deep a breath as I could, and I managed to say, “Yes, Jack, I would love to marry you.”

He smiled again, but not that little boy look from before. It was like when the sun charges over the mountain at daybreak, suddenly making the dark of the night vanish and proudly announces the start of a brand new day, fresh and wonderful. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box, not from Tiffany's or one of the big-time shops, but from one of the better known local stores here in San Diego. His smile went a little sheepish and he said, “This isn't the kind of thing you're used to.” He opened the box and took a ring from it and then took my left hand and slipped the most gorgeous diamond solitaire engagement ring I have ever seen onto my finger. Jack shrugged a little. “It's not much.”

I wonder if I looked silly or like an animated cliché, but I clutched my hand to my chest, his hand still holding mine, and I replied, “It's amazing. I love it, and I love you.”

That bright smile returned to his face. “I love you, too.”

Over the last four years, Jack has pressed me several times to get a new engagement ring, something fancier and more expensive. He has it in his mind that somehow or for some reason, I need or want a ring that costs more than the one he could afford at the time he gave me the original.

As I sit here typing this, that same ring with the beautiful stone set in the bright yellow of the gold rests in the same place it has been since that evening. It has, in that time, left my finger one time for about four days when I had surgery after almost dying from a brain aneurysm. The diamond catches the light of my desk lamp and throws fire in all directions as my fingers move over the keyboard. And each flash of light, every flicker of the radiance, reminds me that the Man Of My Dreams is here with me, for all time, and that we are a part of a team made up of me, Jack, Amanda, Debbie, and JJ. The sum of the team is much greater by several orders of magnitude than the simple total of the individual parts.

The team even has a name...

Family.

And, Jack...

I love you.

Keep Loving!

Melodee Aaron, Erotica Romance Author
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Saturday, June 4, 2011

On Tweens and Teens



My oldest daughter, Amanda (@AmandaJDouglas on Twitter), has been the subject of a number of my blogs, and yes, here we go again.

Amanda will officially be eleven years old on Tuesday June 7th. I say “officially” because for the last eleven months and about twenty days, she has told everyone she can get to listen that she is “...almost eleven...”. I guess all kids do that, though I don't remember doing it myself.

But the transition from a little girl to a tween started a long time ago, much to the dismay of her father.

Amanda and her sister Debbie are not my biological children. They are my husband's children from his first marriage. When Jack and I were married, we convinced (long story) his ex-wife to surrender the girls and I legally adopted them. Though we share no genes, the girls and I are sometimes far too much alike for Jack's comfort. Amanda in particular has picked up my habits of being outspoken, flirtatious, and in general lacking anything even close to inhibitions.

She is also growing up pretty fast. Amanda is already 5' 4” and tips the scales at about 110 pounds. That's not at all surprising since Jack is 6' 9” and about 265 pounds, and her egg-donor is a big woman.

Jack's biggest issue is that Amanda is hitting puberty early. Well, she's still in the “normal” curve, but I think Jack would prefer her to wait a while for all of that. Until she's about 32 or so.

Anyway...

Amanda has breasts. Nice breasts that are probably going to be bigger than mine in a few years. Bitch. And all of that “baby fat” she had as a little girl is being replaced by a drop-dead hourglass figure. Her face is taking on the shape of a young woman, too, instead of the round features of a kid. Yeah, Jack hates it.

What really freaks Jack out is that Amanda's tastes in clothes are changing. Just two years ago, for example, she preferred and wore the typical little girl one-piece swimsuits. Last year, she decided she liked the modest two-piece suits. Now, she wants actual bikinis. Not quite to the string bikini stage yet, but she's getting there. The amount of material needed to make her skirts has steadily decreased, too.

Any day now, I expect Jack to chew his arm off.

While Jack has all manner of issues with Amanda growing up, Amanda herself is having some problems, too.

The biggest for her, at least right now, is that Amanda is a very good musician. She plays the guitar (several kinds that I don't understand), and sings. Well, the aforementioned growing tits are getting in the way of the guitars, and her voice is changing. What really kills her is when her voice cracks in the middle of a song.

The issue for both Jack and I is that Amanda's hormones are playing ping-pong with her brain. Nothing really too bad as of yet, but I can see it getting worse.

Just as two examples...

As I mentioned above, Amanda has a Twitter account. She is very careful about who she follows and how she interacts with them both because she is a smart girl and because her dad and I, and several of our company's network and security staff look at every single bit (not just the bytes!) of data that pass to and from her system. But, she will sometimes go past her curfew because she is either talking to or about some boy or another. Her staying up late is not the issue here. The issue is that she has agreed to shut down at a certain time, and then goes past that without telling us. Really, we have no problem so long as she asks beforehand if it's OK for her to stay up a little later, and sets a time. It's a matter of making a commitment and sticking to it.

The other matter is where she decided to order some clothes on her own. More or less. Amanda showed up in some rather, shall we say, “advanced” clothes, particularly a couple of nighties and some jeans that looked like they were applied with a spray gun. When I asked her where she got them, she told me right up front she bought them online and that her dad approved the purchases. Well, he did. Sort of. Amanda asked Jack if she could buy some clothes. He said “yes” without knowing what she was going to buy because he assumed she wanted like Winnie the Pooh pajamas. And she didn't tell him that she wanted something from Victoria's Secret. Yeah, they were both wrong on that one! I chewed Amanda's ass a little. I chewed Jack's a lot.

The point is that Amanda is pushing the envelope.

And that is exactly what she is supposed to do.

Yes, Amanda has already started saying that she's “...almost a teenager...”, and teenagers, like it or not, test limits. I can see the above behaviors, and others that we as parents can't even imagine yet, increasing in the coming years.

But that's OK with me. I know that is part of growing up and becoming the woman that Amanda will soon (much too soon for me, too) become. My job, as her mom, is to guide her as best as I can into womanhood, to teach her the things that a woman needs to know.

Like when the diamond in the bling-bling is big enough to damned near faint over.

Seriously, I know my job will be easy. Amanda is, as I said, a good girl, and she loves and respects both her dad and me. She will, almost certainly, want more freedom than we will give her, but she will understand why the limits are there. And she will, from time-to-time, test those limits. We will need to respond with love and firmness, and explain to her, maybe for the 87th time, why the limits are there.

While Jack would probably prefer to Amanda to stay his little girl forever, we both know she will grow up. And she will grow up into a woman we will both be proud of.

Me personally?

I can't wait!

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Melodee Aaron, Erotica Romance Author
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Monday, May 16, 2011

Life With Melodee - Part 8

People often ask me the same question:

What is it like to live with Melodee?

That's a pretty big and deep subject, and there isn't an easy answer. Like the old saying goes, it's complicated.

But I'm going to try to tell you a little about what Life With Melodee is like in a series of postings here on Melodee's blog.


Part Eight
An Unlikely Mom

I've talked a little in past installments about how I had doubts early on in my relationship with Melodee on her ability to be a mom. No, I'm not talking about being a “mother”, but an actual mom. Mommy if you prefer. Between her past and the lifestyle she leads, and even down to her irreverent attitudes and admitted attention junkie status, there were a number of red flags that made me concerned.

Again, as I have said in other articles, Melodee has proved me wrong. She's a great mom, not only to Amanda and Debbie, but also to our youngest, our son JJ. Maybe it's something innate in all women, some maternal instinct that can lie dormant for decades and then suddenly be awakened to come to the forefront and take over. I don't think that a man can even begin to understand that kind of thing. I know it gives me a headache just trying.

And despite somehow transforming into a mommy, Melodee has lost none of the things that make her attractive. She is still flirtatious and playful. She still pays attention to me, never letting me forget that she loves me and that I'm the center of her universe. She still dresses the same ways. And still has that confidence and strength that struck me so hard all those years ago now.

I've been trying to figure out exactly how it is that she can deal with the kids, particularly Amanda and Debbie, so well, and I think I have figured it out.

Melodee treats them more like small adults than as little kids. Well, most of the time.

Amanda is, to use her words, “almost 11”. In reality, she's 11 going on about 25. Most kids at her age don't like being talked to like a kid, but they have a few more years to go before they figure out why. Not Amanda. She hates it and she knows exactly why she hates it. It makes her feel like we are belittling her. I admit that I have trouble talking to Amanda like a young lady instead of a kid. Not Melodee. She tells Amanda exactly what is what, and there is no mincing of words. Amanda still doesn't like that she has to follow rules, but she understands why it is that the rules are there, and she appreciates having the facts spelled out for her in clear terms.

Debbie, on the other hand, is 8 approaching about 70. In all honesty, I'm the dumb one around the house. I'm pretty sure that JJ is smarter than me. So is Amanda. Melodee can make all three of us look like low-grade morons. Melodee makes no bones about the fact that Debbie is significantly smarter than she is. That's scary. Debbie wants to be a doctor. She already reads medical books. Quickly. She questions the several family doctors about their diagnosis and treatments. Doogie Howser has nothing on Debbie. I have difficulty talking to Amanda like an adult, but I simply can't talk to Debbie at her level. I'm not bright enough. But again, Melodee can. And she does. Debbie responds much better to Melodee that she does to me.

And then there's JJ. He just turned three, and he was able to sign long before he could talk. The girls both are better at sign than I am, but JJ is the only one who can really keep up with his mom. When Melodee was carrying JJ, she was terrified that her deafness was something congenital. There has never been a real determination made about just what caused her deafness, but genetics would certainly be an option. All of the prenatal tests and such were normal, but Melodee was still concerned. Yeah, and so was I. Soon after he was born, it was clear that JJ could hear as well as any normal person, but Melodee still used sign with him. In fact, his first words were when he signed “mama” to Melodee. But even at just three, Melodee treats JJ more like an adult. When she talks to him, she gets down on her knees so they are eye to eye. I do catch her signing in baby talk to him once in a while, though.

I think what it all really comes down to is that there is a subtle difference between being a mother and being a mommy. The bottom line is that any female with a normal biology can be a mother. It takes someone very special to be a mommy, though.

Yeah, Melodee is pretty special.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Life With Melodee - Part 7


People often ask me the same question:

What is it like to live with Melodee?

That's a pretty big and deep subject, and there isn't an easy answer. Like the old saying goes, it's complicated.

But I'm going to try to tell you a little about what Life With Melodee is like in a series of postings here on Melodee's blog.


Part Seven
A Dichotomy

di·chot·o·my/dīˈkätəmē/Noun
1. A division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different.

In many, many ways, that fits Melodee. A few examples follow.

Graceful – Melodee can move with a grace and flow that looks a little like oil spreading across water. Most men, myself included, are amazed that a woman can walk in a long evening gown. Add 4” heels to that, and we are dumbfounded. Melodee can look likes she's floating when she does it. Think about this: Ginger Rogers did all the same moves as Fred Astaire, but she did them in a long gown, high heels, and going backwards. You see my point. Melodee skydives, and I have watched her. In free fall, she looks like a bird, probably a bird of prey, soaring and swooping with motions not unlike those of a ballet. When she lands, I have never seen her fail to plant her feet firmly and remain standing. In my time in Special Ops, I did more than my fair share of jumping out of airplanes, and I didn't do that every time I landed. I have seen people around Melodee drop things, and she will frequently catch the item in midair. She will just smile and say, “Reflexes like a cat.”

Klutzy – Usually, the best description I have for Melodee's motions is that they remind of watching a bird. You've seen birds flit and flutter around, darting from one place to another with fast, jerky movements. That's Melodee. She will often bump things with her arms or hips. She's well known for turning suddenly and running into the person walking behind her, or even into walls. She stumbles a lot over things that most people would just step over. Recently, Melodee broke her ankle. She was wearing 5” heels and she knows that I like the way the heels make her legs and butt look, so she was walking just a little sexier than she normally does. Melodee will tell you that she stepped on a rock and that twisted her ankle, but I was walking right next to her, close enough that I didn't have to move to catch her when she started to fall, and I didn't see any rocks on the sidewalk at all. Truth is, she was preoccupied with prancing and tripped over her own feet.

Intelligent – Melodee has five doctorate degrees: Physics (Theoretical), Math (Theoretical), English (Literature), Electrical Engineering, and Mechanical Engineering. While having an education does not make a person intelligent, you can't be dumb and do that. She talks about things sometimes that I can't even spell. After all, I'm just a dumb swabby. I've seen her sit with top scientists and keep up with them. She helps the kids with their calculus homework in her head. Melodee usually knows what I am going to say about two weeks before I do. And she does that to everyone. I used to wonder if she might be psychic, but I know now that's not the case at all. Melodee is so bright that she is always running the odds of events happening in her head, and she can predict just how likely something is to happen with good accuracy. Honestly, it's a little scary.

Ditzy – Melodee sometimes gets that deer in the headlights look. When she does, it's clear that she has no clue about what's going on around her. In the middle of a conversation, you'll look at her, and you know she's totally lost. I've had a number of theories about what was happening with that. One was that she was playing the “Dumb Blond” part for some reason. Another was that she really just wasn't getting it. For a time, I thought that maybe her deafness was causing her to miss a turn. But I've come to believe that Melodee will drift off in her mind to some other topic and just simply loses track of the conversation. She's not really ignoring you, she just had some thought that grabbed her attention away.

Conservative – Politically, Melodee is about two steps to the right of Rush Limbaugh. Maybe more. She believes in a small, limited government, particularly the federal government, and she believes in little, if any, taxation to support that government. She favors a strong defense and military, and firmly believes that the best defense is a strong offense. Her idea of diplomacy is something like, “...if you don't straighten up and fly right, we'll nuke you back to the stone age.” She has precious little patience for tyrants, dictators, liberals, socialists, and deficit spending.

Liberal – Melodee also hates a number of traditionally conservative positions. For example, she supports same-sex marriage, but in a round-about way: Melodee believes that government has nothing to do with marriage and that marriage is a function of the churches. If a couple wants to be married, that is up to a church. Add to that the idea that any group of two or more people should be able to enter into a contract that gives the group the rights and privileges that are now associated with marriage. In other words, not only does Melodee support same-sex marriage, she also supports polyamory and multiple marriages.

I'd better stop here. I have to sleep with Melodee.

Or not!


Sunday, April 17, 2011

Life With Melodee - Part 6


People often ask me the same question:

What is it like to live with Melodee?

That's a pretty big and deep subject, and there isn't an easy answer. Like the old saying goes, it's complicated.

But I'm going to try to tell you a little about what Life With Melodee is like in a series of postings here on Melodee's blog.


Part Six
The Girls

I've spent a good deal of time in this series talking about Melodee and my daughters, Amanda and Debbie. This time, I'm going to talk almost exclusively about the three in general and specifically about how they interact in ways that have changed my life.

Mostly for the better.

I've already said that Melodee, Debbie, and Amanda all sort of took to each other from the very start. This is especially true for Melodee and Amanda. It's sometimes hard to believe that they aren't actually from the same gene pool, and they are so much alike that it scares me sometimes. This is especially true when you understand that Amanda is not quite 11 right now, and she's already acting enough like Melodee to make me nervous. At any rate...

I really don't know exactly when it happened, but at some point, I started to call the three women in my life “The Girls”. I have to admit that I stole the term from some of Melodee's books. Those of you familiar with her Immortal Love Universe will know that the Emperor (Jim) refers to his four wives (Marilyn, Janelle, Tanya, and Paige) as The Girls. And yeah, The Girls is always capitalized.

The Girls all love to shop. Maybe it would be more accurate to say that the live to shop. I knew before Melodee and I became a couple that she was a shop-o-holic, and Debbie and Amanda soon followed suit. It still fascinates me, though, that many of the shopping trips The Girls take don't actually involve buying anything. They all seem happen to just look, try on new outfits, and go through every pair of shoes and every purse in the stores. Except for the jewelry stores.

When Melodee and I got together, Amanda had her ears pierced. That was it. Now, Debbie has 3 piercings in her ears and Amanda has 5. That's nothing compared to Melodee's 7 in her ears and a few, well, extras. Amanda has even asked about getting her tongue pierced. The answer was no. I would guess that between the two of them, they had maybe a total of a dozen rings, necklaces, bracelets, and other jewelry. Now they probably have 100 or more pieces. Each. But even at Tiffany's, they all tend to look at a lot more stuff than they buy. Thank God for small favors.

And then there is the food and drink thing. There was a time that the only thing Amanda and Debbie would drink was Coke or Pepsi. I at least weaned them over to diet. On the other hand, Melodee rarely drinks anything other than tea (both iced and hot). Amanda and Debbie absolutely hated tea in any form. Now, The Girls go through more tea than the entire English Navy and Army combined. Amanda and Debbie turn their noses up at soda. The good news is that The Girls have all transitioned over to decaffeinated tea.

As for food, Melodee has, as far as I know, always hated fish and seafood of any kind. It's funny, but she will eat tuna salad now and then. Amanda and Debbie like fish and seafood. We often go, as a family, to a little diner down the road a couple of miles, and they have nightly specials. On Friday, as is tradition, they have a “Seafood Trio” that consists of shrimp scampi, a hunk of grilled salmon, and a couple of cod fillets. They also have the “Fish Fry” that is three of the cod fillets with slaw and French fries. Melodee has taken to ordering the Fish Fry and she actually likes it. Sometimes, she will steal a few bites of the salmon from Debbie or Amanda. She hasn't worked up to the shrimp yet.

Someplace down the line, the dress code also changed. Melodee used to have exactly three modes of dress: (1) Jeans and Tee Shirt, (2) Formal Wear, and (3) Super Sexy. Since becoming a mom to a pair of prepubescent girls, Melodee has only changed her style of dress a little. In most ways, she has simply combined #1 and #3 above. She has also added a fourth group that I like to call “Casual Mom”. This style usually consists of The Girls all dressing alike. And that worries me sometimes.

Melodee has a closet full of what she calls her Little Black Dresses, or simply LBD. Now, Amanda and Debbie also have several versions of LBDs. The three also have several other matching outfits. While Debbie is still very much a little girl (she's only 8 now), Amanda is becoming a young woman. Yeah, I hate that. And while Amanda will not likely be as tall as Melodee, it's getting easier every day to get them confused.

A lot of the above are things that I admit to having some mixed emotions about. I sometimes wonder if our daughters are growing up too fast, but that is probably just me wanting them to be little girls forever. After all, that whole boy and dating thing really bugs me. But there is one area that is absolutely positive, and that is the fact that both Amanda and Debbie have good ideas of what they want to do with their lives now.

Debbie has always been interested in life science and biology. She loves all that stuff, even if I don't understand any of it. She's still undecided on exactly what specific area she wants to go into, but she's floating someplace between medicine for people and medicine for animals. In other words, she can't pick just now between being an MD or a DVM. Either would be great as far as I'm concerned.

Amanda on the other hand is also floating between two careers, but maybe not as desirable in the eyes of some parents. She loves the guitar and music in general. Some days, I think she's decided on becoming a rocker. But, like Melodee, Amanda loves to write and tell stories. I have this feeling that when all is said and done, Amanda will do both and be a songwriter. Maybe a little like Jim Croche or Tom T. Hall telling stories with her songs. As for me, I'm good with that. I think either or both would be good for her. Again I admit that I really don't care to watch Amanda doing some of the same moves as Nancy Wilson while she plays the guitar.

And that brings me to the real bottom line of all of this.

Melodee has been a great and positive influence on my daughters. No, let me correct that...Amanda and Debbie are OUR daughters. Melodee is teaching them the things that a young woman needs to know. I mean things like respecting and loving themselves, how to pick a good man while avoiding the bad ones, and how to care about other people. Most importantly, Melodee is teaching them that there is nothing they can't do if they want it and are willing to work hard to get it.

And all three of The Girls are learning how to love from each other.


Sunday, April 3, 2011

Life With Melodee - Part 5

People often ask me the same question:

What is it like to live with Melodee?

That's a pretty big and deep subject, and there isn't an easy answer. Like the old saying goes, it's complicated.

But I'm going to try to tell you a little about what Life With Melodee is like in a series of postings here on Melodee's blog.


Part Five
The Countdown

Yes, I'm back at it again.

In Part 3, the installment before my Random Recollections in Part 4, I talked a little about the first "date" Melodee and I shared. This time, I want to tell you about the months following that night.

We went out a few more times, usually to the Viejas complex. In addition to the casino and all the things there, the tribe also runs an outlet mall across the street. Melodee is a shop-o-holic, and she loves the place. There are a ton of shops for clothes, shoes, jewelry, and more. Neither Melodee nor I gamble much, so a typical trip was eating at one of the restaurants in the casino, or one of the fast food joints at the mall, and then going shopping. We often took the girls along, and they were becoming as much of a shopping junkie as Melodee. Interestingly enough, most of the shopping trips didn't include actually buying anything. It seemed that the girls were all happy to just wander around the mall and shops. Other than the place that sells the most wonderful fudge I have ever tasted. We always bought something there.

Other times, it would be just me and Melodee. Sometimes, we would go further down the mountain to Alpine or even to the city itself, and would have dinner someplace, maybe going to a nightclub for some drinks and dancing after. In general, I was having a great time just being with Melodee. More than six weeks had passed since that first "date", and we still hadn't had sex. The funny part is that the fact not only didn't bother me, but it seemed somehow, well, natural.

It was on one of those nights that we left the girls with Maria and came down to the city that Melodee went into one of her Blunt Modes. Melodee will, as I said back in Part 4, pretty much say what is on her mind. I had taken to calling these her Blunt Modes. I thought nothing she could say would shock me. I should have known better.

Melodee had a taste for Outback that night, so we went to the one on Lake Murray in La Mesa. We were sitting on the patio so I could smoke my pipe, and the food was, as always, good. We were sharing a Chocolate Thunder From Down Under when Melodee sat down her spoon and frowned. Usually Melodee uses sign almost exclusively. As I said way back in Part 1, Melodee has a bit of a speech impediment and prefers to sign most of the time.

But this time, she spoke out loud. "Jack, why haven't you tried to get in my pants?"

As I coughed, I swear a bit of chocolate chip came out of my nose. "What?"

She shrugged a little. "Well, we've been going out for more than a month and a half, and I've dropped every hint I know how, but you don't seem in any hurry to fuck me."

I don't want to give the impression here that I'm some kind of super-sensitive guy, because I'm not. All I could do was tell Melodee how I felt. "I guess that's not as important to me as just being with you."

"Oh." She was still frowning, but a smile slowly came to her face. "Well, just know that you wouldn't have to try very hard."

Melodee has this entire repertoire of smiles. I've mentioned the one that's kind of like dawn charging over the mountain. She has one that's a little shy, almost like a little girl. Then she has the one she used on that night, so full of passion and fire that it could melt a hole through two-feet of steel from a mile away. That smile can grab the attention of any man at any time, and could probably leave him a jibbering idiot if Melodee decided to do that.

It was all I could do to pull my eyes from her mouth and look at her eyes. "I'll keep that in mind."

She winked at me. "Good."

When we finished eating, we decided to go to a nightclub not far from the Outback for a couple of drinks and some dancing. On the way there, Melodee sat next to me and kept licking my ear. I think I only ran one stop light. Almost as soon as we had found a table and had our drinks, she pulled me to the dance floor. Even on the fast dances, Melodee was moving in delightful ways, flexing and writhing her body to the beat. When we danced close, her in my arms against my chest, Melodee still moved, rubbing against me and running her hands up and down my back.

At some point, I'd learned that Melodee could understand me if I used my fingers to make signs against her body, and I had also some skill at reading her doing the same. I signed on her back, "Hey, are you trying to seduce me?"

She signed back, "That depends on how hard I have to work at it."

I chuckled a little, but it sounded nervous even to me. "What do you think?"

"Based on other hard things, not very." It was true. Between the looks she gave me and all the touching and rubbing, I had an erection, and I knew Melodee could feel it as we danced. She leaned back from my chest and looked up into my eyes. "Let's get out of here."

Way back on that first date, the idea that the kids were in the house didn't bother me too much. Then again, we didn't do a damned thing that night. Now, for some reason, the fact that my two daughters would be asleep in their rooms down the hall troubled me. Not enough yet to stop us from getting out of the nightclub, mind you. We went out to the truck, and Melodee snuggled up to me, putting on the center belt. As we pulled out of the lot and onto the street, she put her hand on my chest and signed, "Call Maria and have her take the girls to her place." Yeah, Melodee was thinking clearly enough to solve that problem.

No, I'm not going to go into all of the details about the rest of the night. It's Melodee's bit to write the erotica and such, not mine. All I'll say is that we got home about 10:30 and didn't leave her bedroom until after noon the next day, and that I had trouble walking for two days and couldn't concentrate for several more days.

The next day, we decided to talk to the girls. It turned out that they were far more up to speed than we thought, maybe even more than we were. Amanda, the oldest, told us that she knew we were a couple and that we would be spending “a lot of time together”. God, I hope she doesn't know what that really means! In short, the girls were okay with us being together.

More later.

Monday, March 14, 2011

She Do The Boogie



You know, women just don't get the fact that a man will be all rough and tumble with a son, encouraging him to do "manly" things as young as possible, but then turn right around and do everything they can to keep their daughters from growing up past the little girl stage.

Yeah, just one of many double standards. I'm good with that, though.

Take my husband Jack and our oldest daughter, Amanda...

Amanda will be eleven in June. She's pretty, precocious, smart, and—according to Jack at least—learning to flirt from me. Every so often Jack will catch her making eyes at boys when we are in restaurant or something. Amanda tends to wink and wave at boys when we are out shopping. Adding to Jack's concern is that Amanda likes boys five or more years older than she is.

OK, maybe she is taking after me. Anyway...

The other day, Amanda was out in her "studio" playing her guitar. We had a room built for her in the garage area that has good sound proofing and all the equipment she needs to play and not be disturbed and not blow the windows out of the house. She almost lives out there.

Jack decided to go listen to Amanda play for a while, and when he walked into the room, Amanda was jamming on Tube Snake Boogie by ZZ Top. Yeah, that didn't go over too well with her dad. Amanda doesn't get the innuendo of the song, at least I believe from talking to her that she doesn't, but that doesn't matter to Jack. But he was at least understanding enough not to make a big issue of it and asked Amanda to play something else.

She thought for a moment, no doubt thinking her dad requested something else by ZZ Top, and she went right into playing Pearl Necklace.

I've been in bed sick for the last few days, so Jack just came to our room and sat down on the side of the bed and told me all about how his not-quite-eleven daughter was playing "dirty songs" on the guitar. I reassured him that Amanda likely had no clue about the "meaning" of the songs and just liked the music. There are, after all, some pretty good guitar riffs in most ZZ Top songs, those two included. I told him I would talk to Amanda.

He didn't look too reassured, though.

Later, Amanda came to my room and brought me the latest news about the world at large. We talked about some of the stories, and I finally said to her, "Your dad was upset about the ZZ Top songs you were playing today."

She frowned a little. "Yeah, I thought I was messing them up and he was mad about that, but I don't think I missed a note or smeared anything."

"No, honey, your dad doesn't like what the songs are about."

The frown deepened. "He doesn't like songs about jewelry and dancing?"

I smiled and took her little hand in mine. "I guess not. Try not to play them when he's around."

Keep Loving!

Melodee Aaron, Erotica Romance Author
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Life With Melodee - Part 4

People often ask me the same question:

What is it like to live with Melodee?

That's a pretty big and deep subject, and there isn't an easy answer. Like the old saying goes, it's complicated.

But I'm going to try to tell you a little about what Life With Melodee is like in a series of postings here on Melodee's blog.


Part Four
Random Recollections

As I sat here planning what to write about next, it dawned on me that I have left out a lot of strange things that happened over the years between when I met Melodee and when we admitted that we were in free fall for each other. In an effort to correct this, I offer the following random comments and thoughts.

June Cleaver She Ain't

Not even close. In fact, Melodee is a horrible housekeeper, and a worse cook. I don't think Melodee even knowns why she is so bad at these domestic activities, so she usually just says that she never learned how to do them. But let's be honest here. Using a broom, putting an empty glass in the sink, doing the dishes, and even running a vacuum aren't really skills that have a steep learning curve. Even cooking isn't all that tough if you can read (and Melodee can read very well, even if at blinding speed that makes me dizzy to watch her flip the pages) and follow directions. I think that cooking and cleaning offer nothing to hold her attention. She would rather do something interesting, and since she has no inhibitions of any kind, Melodee pretty much does what she wants to do when she wants to do it. Maria (Melodee's long-time housekeeper and cook) forbids Melodee from even going in the kitchen unsupervised. I think the girl could screw up Cup-O-Soup!

Speaking Of Inhibitions

Melodee has none. Not a one. And I am not just talking about sexual inhibitions here. She will say anything that is on her mind to anyone. Just as one example, I saw her tell a now former President of the United States that he was a "dumb-fuck" and that he should "grow a pair of balls or put on a dress". And this was at a White House reception with maybe 2000 of our closest friends around. On the sexual side, she can be a little hard to swallow sometimes, no pun intended. When "in the mood", she will do just about any thing in just about any place. She has gotten us tossed out of a few of those places. Take the time that she used liquid latex to paint on her "clothes". She was totally nude, except for her shoes, and had painted on a shirt and pair of jeans. She strolled right through the lobby of a major hotel and into the bar like she owned the place. And then there is her habit of playing "dress-up" on a regular basis. She likes the schoolgirl look. And the nurse. And the policewoman. But I think her favorite is to dress up like a cat. Sometimes Melodee likes the big cats, particularly tigers and cheetahs. Other times, she goes for the house cat look. And it can get a lot more, well, complicated. Not that I'm complaining.

Gun Play

Melodee grew up in the country, and like most country folks, she knows how to hunt and how to handle a firearm. She's a fair shot with a rifle, and she won't kill herself with a handgun. Probably. At one point, I decided that, for security reasons, Melodee needed to be armed. She explained to me that she would not carry a gun. She gave up hunting long ago, and didn't want to have a gun in her purse. I can, and did, respect that, so I convinced her to carry a can of pepper spray. She put it on her keyring and had it in her purse. One evening, a bunch of us from the company were having a dinner meeting at Melodee's house, and she decided she needed some gum. She walked to the side table where she had tossed her purse when we came home earlier that day, and reached inside. After a moment of fumbling around, the pepper spray went off. I still don't know how it happened, but it did. She effectively maced everyone in the room. I decided that maybe the pepper spray wasn't as good of an idea as I had thought, so I got her a stun-gun. Again, it went in her purse. For those men smart enough to avoid a woman's purse, you can't believe the amount of stuff in there. Most of it we men prefer not to imagine. We were at a book signing in Chicago and Melodee reached into her purse for something. Next thing I knew, she was on the floor flopping around like a fish out of water. Somehow, she had armed and triggered the stun gun with one hand in her purse. After that, I carry the weapons and just stay close to Melodee.

Economic Stimulus

Melodee is a shop-a-holic. I think she even has a union card to prove it. She has a particular addiction to high-end jewelery. The staff at Tiffany's know her by name and on sight. And I mean the shop in New York. She spends a lot of money on clothes and shoes as well as jewelery. For a long time, I wondered about the clothes and shoes part, but I found out what was going on after we were married. She buys a lot more clothes and shoes than she has in her closets. At the rate she shops, she would fill the house up in a matter of months, and I never saw any Goodwill or Salvation Army trucks around the place. It turns out that she donates most of the "excess" to a local charity. Some they sell, some they give to women to wear to job interviews or to work. The transactions are very low profile. The real downside is that both of our daughters are catching the shopping addiction from their mom now.

Attention Junkie. And Pusher

Melodee likes to be the center of attention. See above for more. I think that a huge part of her lack of inhibitions goes right back to this fact. By being flirtatious, outspoken, and all the rest, she gets the attention that she craves. But it's a two-way street with her when it comes to attention. I shower a lot of attention on Melodee, and I'll even admit that I spoil her. Usually not with "things", because she's pretty well got all of that, but with a touch or a word. I mentioned in Part 3 that I had, without thinking, picked a little wildflower for her, and she sort of melted. Well, I still pick flowers for Melodee. Mostly for exercise, I walk the perimeter of our property every day. That's about 7 miles. Along the way, pretty much all year round, I can find a few little wildflowers to pick and bring home for her. She loves the attention, but she gives it back to me. Melodee is my second wife, though I really believe that she is my first true love. But that doesn't mean that I haven't dated in the past. I have never had a woman so in-tune with my mood and needs as Melodee is. I don't know what a "soul mate" is, but maybe being so connected is part of that, but I think it's also possible that the giving is just a part of Melodee. It's who she is.

Baggage

Melodee has a good deal of baggage. I won't go into the details of her childhood other than to say that through a rather nasty chain of events, she was addicted to drugs at a very young age. This addiction has, as it does with all addicts, stayed with her for all these many years. Over all, I think she's done well for herself despite being in various states of recovery since her pre-teen years and being deaf. There was even a period when she worked as a hooker to pay for her fixes. Since I have known Melodee, she has had one relapse to the drugs, and I mentioned that in an earlier part of this series. But, since we have been "together", she has stayed clean and says she has no desire to use again. I believe her.

Hell Hath No Fury...

Some people who know Melodee only casually have the opinion that she angers easily. The reality is that she is more of a "slow boil" person. She will sit and stew until she finally has had enough, then she blows up. The reason for the confusion, at least as I see it, is because Melodee is so outspoken. She will tell you (or anyone else) exactly how she feels, and she lacks anything even close to tact. If she thinks an idea is stupid, she will say so, usually in close to those words with a few of the infamous deleted expletives tossed in. If a person keeps harping about something that Melodee has already identified as a stupid idea, she will, usually, tell them to just shut the fuck up and go the fuck away. Her harsh words and course manner can easily be seen by some people as being angry. I get that. But those people have never seen Melodee really angry. I have. Several times. Maybe Melodee is atypical, because she doesn't get angry like most women I have known over the years. She doesn't cry or get sullen. Melodee doesn't throw things. When I think about it, Melodee's anger is more like that I have seen from many men. Melodee yells, cusses like a sailor (actually, I am a sailor, and she uses words I never would in public!), and she will punch someone if they are too close. She paces a lot, too. I have never seen her hit a wall or other immovable object, but I think she just might under the right conditions. Trust me, you do not want to be on the wrong side of her anger.

The Inner Mommy

Shortly after we were married, Melodee legally adopted my two daughters, Amanda and Debbie. The girls already loved her as "Aunt Melodee" and the transition to "Mom" or "Mommy" was easy for all three of them. On April 26, 2008 Melodee gave birth to our son, Jack, Jr., or JJ. There were some concerns, mostly by Melodee, that JJ might be born deaf as she was, but everything is just fine with him. Interestingly, he learned to sign before he learned to speak. Now, he does both, and the simple truth is that he is much better at sign than either the girls or I. He is the only one in the house who can keep up with Melodee when she is signing at top speed. Well, other than our dog Tripper. He's really good at sign, too. I know the trip of being a Mommy hasn't been easy for Melodee. She will sometimes fret about never hearing JJ cry and missing his first words. She gets equally down because she can't hear the girls call her "Mom" or tell her that they love her. But she manages. A good friend and colleague of ours is a ham radio operator, and he's a wizard with electronics and radio, and he put together a little system using old pagers. The kids and I all have a little box with a button on it that we can press. That sends a signal to a pager that Melodee carries, and it vibrates to alert her, and the display tells her who is calling for her. JJ was able to use his to call his Mommy by the time he was a year old. There is an old saying that I heard once that any woman with normal biology can be a mother, but it takes someone special to be a Mommy. Melodee is a great Mommy.

Fantasy Island

I guess this mostly for the men reading, and that's alright. I know I'll catch hell from the women reading, but I always had the opinion that men had a larger sexual appetite than women. I don't know if that's valid opinion or not, and it doesn't matter. In my experience, I was always the one who was ready to have sex anytime, anyplace. I had to talk my woman into the idea. Well, I learned something about Melodee very early, even before we were "together", and that is that she has a healthy and strong sex drive. She enjoys sex, is creative, and very open. Once we started really "dating", I thought that was wonderful and that, maybe, I had died and gone to heaven. A bit later, I found out that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. Simple biology is that men are not multi-orgasmic, at least not in the long term. And then there is Melodee's "30 Second Rule". One day she bet me that she could take me from nothing to climax in under 30 seconds. I admit that I don't have the staying power of a porn star, but 30 seconds seemed a little fast to me, so I took the bet. Nothing happened the rest of the day, just normal routine things around the house. About 6pm, Maria took the kids to her place for the evening to watch some TV and play some games. About 6:30pm, Melodee pretty well jumped me on the couch. The bad news is that I lost the bet. The good news is that the loser had to get on top for the rest of the session. Melodee's philosophy on sex seems to be that she'll try anything once, twice if she likes it. I haven't found anything that she has done only once.

Well, that's about all I have for now.

Melodee wanted me to invite any readers to feel free to comment on these postings. One, or maybe both, of us will answer.