18-Apr-2006

Recently, I have gotten shit from a couple friends from home about my notorious end credit for the show.  On it, if you have night vision and speed reading capabilities, you can see I'm listed as Melissa.  This is a problem for people at home, to whom I've been known as "M.A." since Jesus was in Huggies.  Sometimes I even forget about this alternate identity - certainly no one out here uses it, not because I despise it or anything, but because you can't very well go 'round giving yourself a nickname.  It's lazy self-promotion, if you ask me.  But at home, for all intents and purposes, my nickname IS my name.  My father would use it when he was yelling at me about being late for curfew (this happened exactly once in all my high school years - sad, but true), and he still uses it to this day when he's yelling at me about changing my Kentucky plates so I don't look like a naive little hick girl and get raped if I have a flat tire (this is the pessimistic logic with which I was raised - assume the worst - and you know what, it's usually a pretty good way of looking at things, sadly, sadly, sadly).  Rape aside, I was feeling a little nostalgic for that nickname the other day, I guess it was Easter.  I actually went to church (read:  not my thing) by myself, which I shouldn't have done, especially since I think I was sitting in some old lady's seat.  She had osteoperosis and kept turning around to glare at me.  Point is, it was a really small church, and I was definitely the only one there alone, and I was sitting in Osteo Lady's seat, which I didn't mean to do, and it all got me missing home, and going places with my family, even places that are no fun, like church ( I can see Dad checking off the things in the program as they were complete - one step closer to food and whatever game was on), and being called by that other name, that only someone who really knew who I was would have the guts to try out. 

Luckily, Oscar Nom is in town, so I get to have dinner with him tomorrow, Date Boy is back from vacation, and Max is playfully loopy on painkillers.