Monday, September 6, 2010

"Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." ~Christopher Robin

Sometimes you have people in your life for whom you want to be the best version of yourself. Not because they expect it or would reject you if you weren't. You want to be the best version of yourself for them because they are always the best version of themselves for you. And sometimes you just aren't.

I love you, friend.

Monday, July 19, 2010

May I Return....To The Beginning?

Kate has deemed that because she is following my blog, regular updates are now required. And let's face it, she has the True Blood. Her every wish is my command.

My life continues to be a whirlwind. So many things have happened since my last post: new apartment, new roommate, 5 shows, 2 visits to Chicago, 1 trip to New York, a sick cat, a bum leg, about 15 lbs. lost and/or gained, a drastic hair change, lots of friends gained, one seemingly lost.....Oh, and I even had time to buy some fabulous shoes for a good cause. I have become acutely aware of Ferris's thought that "Life moves pretty fast; if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." Not missed so much, but certainly not savored nearly enough. Where did life go?

Yesterday, Cat and I were buying matching comforters for our dorm. Donya was screaming out the car window at Morgan Hall for me to "ditch class and get my hot little butt in the car" to go to happy hour at Jalapenos. The lovely Indian man was selling us non-swirly ice cream at the Key Store in Hull. I was stuffing my car with boxes and starting a life in Princeton. Re-stuffing my car and waving goodbye to the East Coast without a plan for what came next. Meeting my beautiful, amazing children at Rise for the first time.

Without warning, it's three years later. Two classes have moved on and the third will do the same in barely two weeks. Friends have moved on--or I have--and new ones are ever so craftily weaving themselves into the story that is our lives. A niece has been born and steals my heart over and over again with every hilarious story or adorable ginger smile. A much loved grandmother was lost after struggling too long in a body that betrayed the vibrant person we knew and loved. A nephew has grown from baby to toddler to little boy, following our family tradition and taking his first tread onto the boards this summer. I myself have grown, in ways too vast to describe. I've stumbled too, as we often do.

That, I suppose, is the nature of life. Things happen to us, around us, for us.....and as we adapt to them, or don't our lives are shaped. It's not always graceful or comfortable but we survive it, we cherish it, we grow through it. We live.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Public Letter-Writing Thursday (on Friday morning)

Dear youtube,

While I'm sure the "related videos" sidebar is intended to be helpful, could we please remove it from my account? K, thanks.

In the words of The BFS, "And thank you for the helpful spirit in which it was offered...." You're providing a service and I'm all for that. Someone misses last week's episode of Supernatural, wants to see a clip of a cat riding a Roomba but doesn't know the actual name, you are there with helpful hints and music videos of Jared Padelecki shirtless. Well done.

Not well done? Keeping my glued to the screen for hours as I continuously fill the autoplaylist with this

and this

and maaaaaybe a little of this

So, thanks youtube, for taking away hours of my life with your "helpful" tools.


P.S. My unfettered attraction/obsession with the omnisexual glory that is Adam Lambert has now been pretty much fixed. Thanks again youtube, for ruining me forever.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

"Don't you.....forget about me."

Do you wonder if the G-20 summit luncheons look anything like teen movies of the 80's and 90's?

All the G-8 leaders at the cool kids' table: Nicolas Sarkozy lounging with his supermodel wife; Obama, the basketball star laughing with his politically-minded stunning wife (they're like Naley on One Tree Hill).

What about Gordon Brown? He's kind of a tool. Probably only gets to hang with them cause he's a legacy.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Where you lead.....I will follow.

"Dad does NOT need my Petunia Pig spoon. Hey Mom, what are we carrying home all our booty in? Do you have a canvas bag with a big dollar sign on it?"

"I haven't seen my mother this obsessed with a piece of clothing since I wore my "Gas, Grass, or Ass: No One Rides for Free" shirt to the Junior League spring tea."

Sometimes I forget how absolutely hilarious this show is. It's nice to be remembered. I think Amy Sherman Palladino MAY be the scriptwriter for my life. No one else but Rory and Lorelei speak as quickly and nonsequitor as me.....except maybe Kelly B.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Clooney's like a Chanel suit.

Do you ever have one of THOSE days?

Nothing drastic, per se. No floods, no famines, no plagues of locusts.....just a yick kinda day. A day when it drizzles but never really rains. A day when you crave Dr. Pepper but have devoted yourself to the Diet Lying Pepper. A day when you look like the loosing end of a prize fight.

I'm having one today. As previously stated my better half was quite ready to sever all ties due to my stunning lack of blog updates. Attempts to remedy that were thwarted by several things:

1. My computer continues to be a total BITCH. It currently takes somewhere in the realm of 40 years to load....well....anything.


2. I spent the better part of the afternoon at the doctor. Why, you ask?? Because I got head-butted by a two year old, resulting in 1.5 black eyes, a bruised nose and a hell of a headache. Prescription strength Tylenol and several ice packs later, my face still hurts/I look like I haven't slept in about three years but nothing is broken.....And here I was hoping the University might be paying for a nose job. Ah, the joys of working with children......

To answer your question......No, I can't fully wrap my head around the Battlestar Galactica finale. As with most shows, I was tardy to the shindig Just wow. Watching with the 'rents wasn't entirely conducive to the watching--mainly because Maman fails to respect the "A TV SERIES finale is on, thus talking in prohibited unless there's a commercial on" rule--so I'll have to re-watch/evaluate sometime this weekend and I'll get back to you. Though complete understanding will like require a thesauras, a complete Greek Mythology text, a concurrent live chat with an anthropology AND history PhD, and having Ronald D Moore on the phone, you'll get my level best. For those of you that watched, my condolences and a gift. For those of you that haven't, an incentive: First for the gents.....
Not only is her body admittedly slammin' --is that what the guys are saying these day?--she's a Cylon. And therefore badass and sorta prophetic. And her name's Caprica Six, which is pretty frakkin' sweet. Watch, you'll get it. And now a gift to the ladies--and myself:

Allow me to introduce you to my newest TV boyfriend, Captain Lee "Apollo" Adama. He's noble, smart, a great pilot, heir apparent to the entire Colonial fleet, and doesn't look bad in or out of that Viper uniform--see above. Plus, the angst of the Starbuck/Apollo relationship makes Meredith and McDreamy look like a schoolyard romance. Did I mention how good he looks in a towel?!? And his real life portrayer, the yummilicious Jamie Bamber, is British (le swoon) and playing the Elliot Stabler role in the new Law & Order: UK. He could call me if he wants.....I'm just saying.

Which leads me to She's obviously my, Sally, and Chicago Molly's soul sister, as she has an ENTIRE web site devoted to a "Boyfriend of the Week." Sometimes it's someone from a television show. Sometimes it's someone from a book. Sometimes it's a real live person, sometimes a totally amazing fictional character. Up to and including Bradley Whitford, Barack Obama, the entire cast of So You Think You Can Dance, Shakespeare the meerkat from Meerkat Manor, and Katee Sackhoff (yes, I realize Starbuck's a girl, it is all explained). See! See! Soul sister's, I tell you. And everyone gets rate on a MacGyver Factor, as he's the original boyfriend. Of course, if I had one it would be a Josh Lyman Scale, or at the very least a Doug Ross Factor.
Paging Dr. Ross......Please report to Molly. STAT.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Because my same-sex hetero life partner will divorce me if I don't....

I am currently in the process of composing a fabulous, wonderful, insightful blog for the 3.5 people who actually read this.
Or......I'm writing something inane and useless as a means to get Chicago Molly off my behind about my lack of writing.
One of the two.