My name is Melanie Kate Bertelson.
I work in a restaurant and sometimes, I blog about it. This is what I look like and this is how I sound.
I'm left-handed and scatterbrained.
I dig music and I sing on occasion.
I ramble, you'll learn to like it.
If you guys have ever wondered why I have this incessant love for The Carpenters, fear not, because I’m about to inform you.
From the ages of about 6 to 8 I hung out with my grandma a lot.
We’d go to yard sales every saturday morning and during the weeks of summer she’d take me to the boynton mall for lunch and I’d always get a giant slice of cheese pizza from SBARRO’s with a sprite. We’d watch movies at her house. Everything.
And about once a month or so we would go to what we referred to as “The Warehouse”
Which was really just this giant flea market that her and all her other older lady friends would go to down in Miami and I would go with her every chance I got.
While she mingled with everyone I would just get to roam around this huge warehouse filled with shoes, and lamps, and books, and everything imaginable and it was all mine for the day.
It was every little kids dream.
All the ladies would hug and hold me and tell me how cute I was and they’d just gush to my grandma over and over
“Oh, Joan, she is so SWEET! She really is precious. You’re so lucky to have an adorable granddaughter like her. She just talks and talks!”
I even remember sometimes I’d help out the ladies working there cutting ribbons or putting things away. We’d seriously be there for hours.
And then we’d go to lunch and one time we went to this place that had a red phone booth like the ones in England and I got so excited until I went inside of it and it smelled like pee which was not how I remembered them.
On those hour long drives to and from Miami on the “Warehouse” days, the only thing my grandma played was The Carpenters and that is essentially where my love for them began.
I chose this one because it was the one I always asked her to play again. I loved them all but this one has always just stood out to me more than the others and to this day, it is still one of my favourite songs ever. (My grandma’s favourite was On Top of the World)
I’d sit in the front seat in her red minivan while she blasted the music and we’d both sing along loudly and horribly and they were some of my favourite car rides I’ve ever had.
Just me, my grandma, and Karen and Richard serenading us through the speakers.Played 20 times.