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On Teenage Daughters and Their Fathers — A Musical Note



Our oldest child, Amanda, will be seventeen in June. Amanda, and her sister Debbie (just turned fourteen in August) are my adopted daughters and I love them to death.

Over the years, Amanda and I have become very close. Her dad (my darling Jack, the love of my life) often expresses amazement that Amanda and I share no genetic information. We two share a special bond and how much we think alike shocks me sometimes, too.

Amanda’s love is music and she’s an accomplished musician playing guitar, banjo, dulcimer (both hammer and fretted), keyboards (including piano, harpsichord, and synthesizer), drums, she plays around a little with the saxophone and a few other wind instruments, and has in the last year or so been experimenting with the theremin. Guitar is by far her favorite instrument, though.

She does a good deal of original compositions as well as covers of a wide range of songs from all over the page in terms of genres. She’s in four different bands here in Rio de Janeiro that play classic rock, hard rock (and into a little metal), country, and pop.

But the other day, she did something that confirmed her father’s frequent accusations…

Jack will often accuse me and Amanda, as well as Debbie sometimes, of trying to kill him with some of the more, ummm, outlandish behaviors we are partial to. For example, Amanda has picked up on my flirtatious behaviors. This, and other things, make Jack just a little crazy.

Now, let me put this into perspective a little for you…

Amanda is less than an inch shorter than my 5’ 9”. OK…Jack claims I’m more like 5’ 10”, but what does he know? She’s slender and has great legs and, at least from a man’s point of view, a wonderful shape. She’s been wearing my bras for more than two years now. She has blonde hair (a shade or two darker than mine) to her waist and bright blue eyes. Add to this the fact that, also like me, Amanda is not the least bit hesitant or ashamed to show off her looks.

Another of Jack’s favorite sayings is that guns don’t kill people. Fathers with good looking daughters kill people. But I digress…

Jack is very supportive of Amanda’s music. He loves to hear her play and we’ve gone to many of the clubs where she plays with the bands she’s in even though we tend to be about twenty years older than the rest of the crowd in most cases. Jack even had Amanda teach him to play a song for me on our anniversary a few years back.

But last night she came up to the house (she has her own small house on the property) with a video she and her classic rock band made.

Ever heard the song Sexy and Seventeen by The Stray Cats? Ever seen the official video for the song? You can do so on YouTube.

Now…imagine this song being done by Amanda while dressed like “Little Marie” in the video. Even down to the Stray Cat logo body painted on her shoulder.

The whole thing, especially the Sexy and Seventeen part, was more than Jack could take. Her sat there and watched the video, his affect flat, staring at the big screen like her couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

Me, I was fighting the urge to get up and dance while I “listened” through my Bone Phones. It was good old rock and roll with a great beat. And I’ll admit I was proud with how great Amanda looked and sounded.

Jack, not so much.

He sat staring at the black screen for nearly a minute before he asked Amanda, “You’re not going to do that in a show are you?”

Amanda said the band planned to do an entire show of covers of Stray Cats and similar band’s music as well as few original songs she plans to write.

Jack nodded. “And you’ll be dressed…” He gestured at the TV. “Like that?”

Amanda just smiled and nodded. “Yeah, isn’t it hot?”

Jack seemed to shiver. “Sweetie, dad’s don’t like anyone thinking their daughter is hot.”

Amanda turned to me. “Mom, did you like it?”

I decided that discretion is better part of valor. At least for a moment before I changed my mind. “I think it’s great, but I have to make that show.”

Jack frowned. “You’re not really helping.” He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “You two really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

Amanda laughed. “No daddy.” It then seemed that Amanda got the discretion I found so elusive. “If you tell me no, I won’t do it.”

She knows her dad inside out and backward. After about an hour of talking, Jack said it was OK for her to do the show.

And he promised to dance with me while we’re there.

Keep Loving!



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Never Saw It Coming


As Jack and I were working on a few final details for our upcoming anniversary on June 8, it occurred to me that I never saw myself in this particular situation…

A week from today, me and Jack will have been married for nine years. In my wildest dreams, I never saw that coming.

I always figured I would end up as either a cougar or a crazy cat lady. Maybe both.

Instead, here I am married for nearly a decade, Amanda (our eldest child) turns 16 on June 7, Debbie turns 14 in August, and our son JJ turned 8 back in April. OK…technically Amanda and Debbie are my adoptive daughters. Anyway, add to that the fact that we left the USA a few years back and moved to Brazil, and as Alice once said, “…curiouser and curiouser…”

So here I am, making plans to celebrate our anniversary. Nothing big, mind you…just a quiet romantic dinner someplace, some dancing, and then we’ll see if we can get thrown out of a hotel for being too noisy.

Too noisy? In Rio?? Right…

In the meantime, the kids (and the cats and the dog) will be more or less home alone with Amanda in charge. I’m good with that…Amanda runs one arm of the “family business” and has proven herself to be a great manager. Jack still worries, though. He claims that Amanda and I must be genetically identical because we pretty much act and think alike. Yes, he has threatened to do DNA analysis. So to make him more at ease, my long-time housekeeper/cook Maria will be keeping a casual eye on the kids as well.

But back to the point…I never saw myself as being married. At least not for much longer than a 3-day weekend in Vegas. Living with someone? Maybe, at least for short spans of time. But actually married? As in life-long commitment? As in picking out sofas? Nope, not me. Love ’em and leave ’em, that was the game for me. Then one day, I got this sort of slap in the face by a dear friend. He basically told me to take a look at the people around me.

And there was Jack.

By then, Jack had been working for me (in charge of security) for several years. His marriage had fallen apart, he had given his ex nearly full custody of the girls, and he kept looking at me with puppy dog eyes. Suddenly, or so it seemed, Jack decided to take charge and get his girls back. Part of that whole deal was that he and the girls ended up as my roommates. I had a huge house at the time and four people could go days without seeing each other. Then, one evening, came that slap in the face…I mentioned to Jack that my friend had suggested that we go out, and Jack’s reaction to that was to ask me out.

I won’t say that I fell in love with Jack on that first date. I think I’d been in love with him for at least a couple of years by then. I just wouldn’t admit it to him or me.

The rest is history…

And here we are, 9 years later…he still gives me shivers when he smiles at me.

Keep Loving!



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Happy Anniversary, Jack


Wow…I can’t believe that it’s been 6 years since Jack and I were married, but it has. It seems like only yesterday.

But the fact is that on June 8, 2007 we were married in a small, very private ceremony. And no, I didn’t wear white. No sense in pushing your luck!

A lot has happened since then, far too much to try to even summarize in a single posting. You can read back through my blog to see what has happened over the years.

One thing in my blog that I always find interesting is a series of posts done by Jack. Do a search for keywords “life jack” and you’ll see them. They are, if nothing else, entertaining. Some of them even make me cry a little. I wish he would do more of them. In many ways, Jack has put into words how we met and fell in love better than I ever could. I’m not really sure why that is, but he captured the true soul of the entire process. Go figure.

I can honestly say that I never saw myself getting married, let alone having three kids to go with the deal. I never thought I was the marrying kind. But I guess I was wrong.

And I owe that to a very dear and wonderful friend. There came a point in our relationship of the time where he told me in no uncertain terms that all I needed to do was look around. When I did, I saw Jack there. It didn’t take long for me to see that I’d been—for some reason still not clear to me—avoiding looking at my feelings about Jack. When I did that, I knew that I’d been in love with him for a long time.

Thankfully, Jack felt the same way.

I won’t try to kid you…the years we’ve been together haven’t always been sunshine and roses. We’ve had a few arguments and a couple of all out fights. We’ve both done and said things that hurt the other. We don’t always agree on how things should be. The simple fact is that we never forget that we are in love. We work things through and we both compromise. We come to a solution that may not be totally what either of us wants, but it’s something we can both live with. We kiss and make up, and then usually end up in bed. Or the kitchen counters.

Yeah…90% of the fun of fighting is making up.

We’re only six years into a lifelong journey, and no one knows how long that will be.

All I know is that I’m looking forward to each and every moment of the trip.

I love you, Jack.

Your Baby


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Happy Birthday Baby


It seems that the months from April through August are the birthday months around here, and today (May 1) is my husband’s birthday.

Jack turns 52 today. I can say that because guys don’t care about people knowing how old they are, right?


Jack is about ten years older than me, but that’s no real surprise. I’ve always had a thing for older men. He’s in great shape, though, having no problems keeping up with me and our three kids.

Well, except for what he calls “Melodee’s Thirty-Second Law”. In some cases, he comes in at under thirty seconds, but that’s another—adult only—blog.

I do sometimes wonder why he puts up with me, though. I know I’m not easy to deal with from time to time. I can be moody, demanding, spoiled, and—in general—an absolute bitch every now and then. But Jack takes it all in stride. He lets me fuss and get it out of my system, and then he’ll do something so sweet that I start to cry and thank him for not tossing me out on my ass. He just hugs me and says, “Everything is all right, baby.”

And he’s always right. A lot of that is because Jack does what is needed to make things all right, usually without me even knowing he’s doing it.

I do sometimes feel sorry for him, though. JJ is only five, so for all practical purposes, Jack is the only male in a house full of females. On top of dealing with me, there is Amanda and Debbie…

Amanda will be 13 in June. She already acts like she’s about 23. The hormones are playing ping-pong with her brain on a daily basis now, and things are only going to get worse over the next few years. Jack claims that Amanda is just a younger version of me and marvels at the fact that she and I share no genetic information. The fact is that Amanda and I have been together (first as Aunt Melodee) since she was about 2. Yeah…nurture does play as big a part as nature. One thing is for certain, though…Amanda is the reason for the saying that guns don’t kill people—fathers with good looking daughters kill people.

Debbie will turn 11 in August, but I think there’s actually a 40-year-old trapped inside that body. She wants to be a doctor and is into biology. No, not in the same way that Amanda is into biology…Debbie likes the theoretical side of how the body works while Amanda wants to explore the practical side of male/female biology. Anyway…Debbie doesn’t share all of the traits that Amanda I do, but that girl is a shopping machine. All right…Amanda and I are into shoes, purses, and bling. Debbie is a clothes freak.

The bottom line is that Jack is outnumbered. If we had a smaller house, he would have to pee outside because he would never get into the bathroom. In fact, when we had our new house built, Jack has his own bathroom that no one else uses. Not sure I would want to in any event. He gave up going shopping with us and he learned that fussing about how much we spent is a waste of breath. These days, he spends a lot of time in the garage working on his projects.

As far as I have ever known, Jack has only one hobby…he likes old cars, especially the “muscle cars” from the 1960s and 1970s. He has one that is his particular favorite, and all I know about it is that it’s a 1972 Dodge Challenger with a motor from something like a fighter aircraft in it. It is fully restored and is a bright orange with white strips and a white convertible top. And it goes really fast.

It was with this car that I once made a serious mistake that damaged my ego…he had just painted it and was putting on the chrome trim and I went down to the garage to, um, “help” him. He was ignoring me (at least I thought he was) while trying to get everything just perfect on the car’s trim. I saw one his car magazines on the workbench, and decided the cover model had a good idea. So I stripped off my clothes and lay across the hood of the car, striking my best sexy pose. I called his name to get his attention (he was still ignoring me) and he looked up. I put on my best come hither look. He sighed and said, “Careful, baby…you’ll scratch the paint.”

I guess I should have been mad, but all I could do was stare at him as he went back to aligning the trim. I got dressed and went back to the house.

No…he didn’t get lucky that night.

But other than when he’s working on his cars, Jack is always attentive. I know it took him some time to get used to me and my lack of inhibitions, but he had time to do that before we became a couple.

You see, Jack worked for me for a number of years before we got together. Back then, I traveled a lot, and Jack’s job was to provide security. The short version is that he was my bodyguard. We were together all of the time, and he got to see all of my habits, good and bad. But somehow he still fell in love with me.

I never said he was very bright.

Like I said, I’ve known Amanda since she was about 2, and I met Debbie when she was only a week old. Jack and the girls spent a lot of time with me after he and his ex divorced and the girls called me “Aunt Melodee” during that time. When Jack and I finally figured out that we were in love, the girls already had that settled. I adopted both of them.

Now, along with JJ, the five of us are together.

And it’s going to stay that way for a very long time.

Happy birthday, Jack.

I love you.

Your Baby


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And So It Goes…

It’s been a crazy few weeks. There has been a lot going on and not all of the stuff makes a lot of sense. Maybe most of it makes no sense at all. Let me explain…

First, the rest of our stuff got here from San Diego…a grand total of fourteen shipping containers. I know that seems like a lot, but remember that between our “everyday” cars and Jack’s “project” cars and other assorted motorized toys, there were seven cars, two trucks, five ATVs, a big travel trailer, and four motorcycles. Those take up a lot of room. All of that makes sense…I get it. The crazy part is how Jack, Amanda, and Maria in particular reacted to the stuff arriving…

They all went nuts. It was like everything had to be unpacked and put away within hours of its arrival. They were all in panic mode. The stuff spent the better part of two months in those big containers…why the rush to get it out now?

The only one that behavior made sense for was Maria…she is a GREAT cook, and like any skill, there are certain tools a great cook needs. Some of Maria’s tools were in the shipping containers, and she needed them to cook the things she wanted to cook. I can understand her needing to find a particular tool…at least sort of.

Jack, on the other hand, had it in his head that the cars all needed to be unloaded and in the garages (he has one for his project cars and there is another for the everyday cars) as soon as possible. Why? He didn’t plan to work on his projects right then, nor did we need the family cars because we have one vehicle here that we’ve been using while waiting for the stuff to arrive. I don’t get it. I do, however, get that he wanted to get inside the boxes and make sure that none of his “babies” were damaged in shipment. I really do understand that he sweats blood over those cars and puts a lot of work in on the restoration. I also gather that a couple of them are extremely rare and so are valuable. Yes, I get that he wants to check on them.

And then we have Amanda…she enlisted her sister and brother to help her carry her stuff from the containers into her house where it was piled up into several rooms. She then spent several days just looking at the piles…not actually sorting or putting it away…just looking at it and smiling. Most of it is still in the piles.

I blame Amanda’s behavior on her hormones playing ping-pong with her brain. See more below. As for Jack, I have no idea.

We have been considering buying some horses. Jack likes horses, as do the kids. Me, not so much. If the truth were told, I’m about halfway afraid of horses. Maybe I’m a little more than halfway afraid of them. An opportunity came up to buy five horses, and we took it. I guess that makes me a rancher now. Oh, joy. Amanda has apparently decided that she is now a cowgirl and has been wearing a cowboy hat pretty much all the time. I guess that’s OK, but there is one problem…

Her dad really doesn’t care for the cowboy hat and bikini combo that Amanda has become fond of. Maybe Jack is OK with her being fond of the look, but the fact that some of Amanda’s male friends are also very fond of the look really irritates him.

I think she looks pretty good in that outfit, and that’s also part of the problem. That makes it all my fault. At least Jack can’t blame me for the way the boy’s eyes rattle back and forth in their heads like marbles in a tin can when Amanda walks past them. He tries, though.

Between helping her sister and sorting through her own stuff, Debbie has something new that she is dissecting. I honestly have no idea what it is, but none of the workers are missing. As far as I know, it might be a chupacabra. I just hope it wasn’t sentient at some point in time.

Not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty smart. I think Amanda is about as bright as I am. JJ is sharp as a tack, too. But Debbie makes us all look like low-grade morons. Honestly, the girl scares me sometimes. She’s not quite nine, and she talks like she’s in graduate school. Oh, and about 90% of the time, she has no sense of humor at all. Amanda and I will get the giggles over something, and Debbie just stands there and patiently waits for us to regain control while staring at us like an overworked, underpaid kindergarten teacher. When we stop laughing, she will usually ask something like, “And just why did you find that inanity so amusing?” That just sets us off again. She needs to get out more.

JJ has been having the time of his life. With all of the workers for the various contractors around, he has learned a lot of Portuguese and some of the local dialects. He can even translate to sign for me. JJ and Tripper have taken to patrolling the area and checking on things…I guess they think the security staff will miss something. One thing is becoming very clear about JJ…he’s going to be at least as big as his dad. JJ turned four just a while back, but he’s bigger than most of the seven-year-olds around here. The funny part (at least to me) is that he is challenging his dad at nearly every turn.

Every time his dad asks JJ to do something, there is an argument brewing. JJ will get defiant and Jack gets frustrated. Yeah, the testosterone gets pretty thick. Interestingly enough, if one of his sisters or I ask JJ to do the exact same thing, he smiles and does it right away with no drama. I guess it’s a male thing.

Lastly, I want to say just a few words about the passing of Ray Bradbury. Ray was an amazing man, both professionally and personally. I can count on one hand the number of people I have known who were as smart, compassionate, and as likeable as Ray and will have several fingers left over. I last saw him in late 2010, but I have exchanged E-Mails with Ray as late as April of this year. He could always make me laugh and think. I miss him already.

Rest in peace, Ray, and thanks for everything. Love you.

Keep Loving!

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Catching Up…

Sadly, I’ve been remiss in posting to my blog for the last couple of weeks. I have a ton of excuses, but very few reasons…

As many of you know, we recently completed a rather large move. Even small moves are a pain in the ass, but try it to another continent. Things on that front have quieted down a bit, though it will pick up again soon with the completion of some construction and arrival of more of our stuff. What fun that will be!

Add to this the similar relocation of the entire business. Yeah, it gets out of hand VERY quickly!

Through all of that, I also had no time for my real job: Writing. This added up to the need to focus on a number of projects that had taken back-burner status until people started to scream, so I had to jump on those and get the work done. I was literally locked in my office for days at a time.

There are two big things I want to pass along to you…one is technically past and the other happens in only a couple of days.

The first is that my son JJ (Jack, Jr.) turned four on the 26th. He looks more and more like his dad every day, and that’s a good thing. I admit that I’m biased, but Jack is drop-dead gorgeous, and JJ is following suit. On the other hand, JJ is also developing a lot of the extreme alpha male attitude of his dad. I’m OK with that because along with the attitude is an intense respect for the female of the species. JJ treats his sisters and me with care and has never been disrespectful to us. I suspect that as he gets older, he will also take on a role of protecting his sisters. It looks like JJ will also be as big as his dad (6’9″ and 265 pounds), so God help the boy who mistreats his sisters. Jack, however, is not so good with having another alpha male in the house. JJ will sometimes be a bit defiant when his dad asks him to do something. So far, JJ has always backed down and done as he was told, but the smell of testosterone sometimes gets pretty strong. Funny part is that if I (or his sisters) ask JJ to do the exact same thing, he is happy to comply.

In any event, Happy Birthday, JJ.

Next, Jack’s birthday is this coming Tuesday (May 1st). Since it’s not supposed to bother men, I’ll tell you that Jack will be 51. But he’s not getting older, he’s getting better. While 51 is not “old”, Jack is in great shape. Habits he learned from his military service (Jack was a SEAL) and in law enforcement (FBI, US Marshalls, and the Secret Service) have stayed with him. He walks several miles a day, works out in the gym with weights and various machines, and plays with the kids in active sports several times a week. He watches his diet and, like me, drinks very little. He quit smoking when I was pregnant with JJ. In short, Jack takes care of himself. He does that not only for his own benefit, but because he knows that the kids and I all need and want him around for a long time.

Happy Birthday, my love.

As for what’s next, that’s complicated…

I want to get back into the swing of things and focus on some of my erotica romance work. I have not less than five books at various stages of completion that I need to finish and get off to the publishers. I wish I could give you a timeline, but I have no clue. There are other things in the writing arena that are also demanding my time.

And I promise to post here more frequently. Really…I do!

Keep Loving!

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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

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 like 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 perfectly good 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 – Sometimes the best description I have for Melodee’s motions is that they remind me 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. A while back, 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. I’m not sure that she even knows that she does that. 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 over the years. 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. And 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 a “legal” 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!


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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 12 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 they 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 happy 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 my two daughters, they had maybe a total of a dozen rings, necklaces, bracelets, and other jewelry items. 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 9 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.



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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

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 gibbering 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.

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.



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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 knows 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. Yes, she has nearly burned the house down more than once. 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 key ring 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, and 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 jewelry. The staff at Tiffany’s knows 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 jewelry. 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 4 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 as 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.


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.


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