The Vintage Magnolia Papers

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

2010-09-06T10:01:00.000-07:00

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.

May I Return....To The Beginning?

2010-07-19T16:22:00.000-07:00

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.

Public Letter-Writing Thursday (on Friday morning)

2009-04-17T06:34:00.000-07:00

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.

Love,
Mols

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.

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

2009-03-31T05:07:00.000-07:00

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.

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

2009-03-30T20:41:00.000-07:00

"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.

Clooney's like a Chanel suit.

2009-03-25T17:25:00.000-07:00

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.

AND?

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 but.....wow. 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 this......www.megwood.com 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.

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

2009-03-23T14:01:00.001-07:00

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.

Public Letter-Writing Thursday

2009-03-19T14:19:00.000-07:00

Dear Economy,

Suck it.

Loathe,
Mols

No one running through an airport trying to stop someone from going somewhere....

2009-02-22T16:39:00.000-08:00

I'm particularly a fan of Bradley Cooper chuggin the bottle of wine in that background, wearing a tux jacket and Carharts. Not that? Is high art.

And Justin Long gets more adorable every time I see him. *runs off to watch Accepted for the thousandth time*

Incidently, they're right. You should really go see this movie. You'll spend two hours thinking "Crap, that's SO me!"

Oh, the weather outside is......mild.

2009-02-10T15:31:00.000-08:00

Despite my occasional mumbly-grumblies about various aspects of my place of birth, it's days like today when I relish it.

Why, you ask?

Well, I'll tell you. See, it's February. And cloudy out. And--apologies to my friends/family in the North--I wore flip-flops today.

Without getting frost-bitten little piggies. How suhweet is that?!

Another gem from the kiddos in my life.....

2009-02-09T16:20:00.000-08:00

Upon being told by my mother that he could get a book and read while she helped Gracie for a minute:

"Gigi.....I no can read. I don't have enough teefs (teeth)."

And all this time I thought that it was because he wasn't yet three.

"When is your birthday?"

2009-02-07T19:15:00.001-08:00

This is how the conversation started, innocently enough. But after years of chasing youngsters, I should've known better. I should've read the subtext, looked past the lead, and seen where this line of questioning was going.

Which was here:

R: (twirling an errant piece of my hair as we watch Oklahoma) "Molly, when is your birthday?"

Me: "January 3rd"

R: "And HOW old were you?"

Me: "25"

R: "Is that after 24?"

Me: (finally catching on, starts to fidget) "Well, yes."

R: "hmmmm........Don't you have a baby YET?!"

Me: "..............."

R: "Cause, Molly, you're 25. And that's like, almost a hundred."

I: (in her characteristic Etta James gruff) "Yeah....it IS pretty old."

R: "You should definitely get married.....you know, so that you can get a baby. And besides, your glasses are super cute AND you have the best hair."

Um, right. It's always good to have your life put into perspective by a five and six year old. They really should team up with Cars and Con, who are under the impression that I am "ready to get married" because I "am honest and have good judgment."

At least SK is on my side in all this. Her commentary on the end of Oklahoma.....
"Why does Laurie have to marry that Gurly boy? Why can't she and Annie just be cowboys too?"

Well said, Sassy. Well said.

Note To Self:

2009-02-06T15:20:00.000-08:00

Don't have a nervous breakdown or psychotic episode. Neither would be good.

Public Letter-Writing Thursday.

2009-02-05T16:56:00.000-08:00

Dear Joe 'Bama,

While I respect your freedom as an American to buy whatever car you choose, what I do not respect is your insistence that owning a Ford F-350 Extended Cab Wrangler Special Edition super truck is necessary. Unless you are doing farm work---which is doubtful in the cinemascopic wilds of McFarland Blvd.--or you are moving large pieces of furniture--which you clearly were NOT--this truck is not mandatory.

I'll even hazard to say that it's frivolous, wasteful, and inconsiderate. You are wasting oil, space, and my sanity by continuing to drive to and from your job at Longhorn or ALFA Insurance or Fraternity Row in this land barge.

Also, don't drive this and then dare to put a sticker on the back of said truck that says "Gas Prices Suck." Not that I disagree. They certainly do. But driving something the size of Rhode Island and then complaining about how expensive it is to fill-up, is something akin to me buying a raw silk chartreuse Cynthia Rowley cocktail dress and then bitching about the dry cleaning bill.

Love,
Me

P.S. Please forward the above missive to your friend "97 lb. Sorority Girl who drives around town ALONE in a Tahoe" Thanks, Management.

There you go.

2009-01-30T19:20:00.000-08:00

lelove

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

~e.e. cummings

"Is Ace short for......Ace-eroni?"

2009-01-29T16:40:00.000-08:00

My head feels like this....
...so I'm vegging on the couch with homemade spaghetti and mediocre television. Oh Idol, why can't I quit you? (Answer: Because you give me Osmonds and single moms named Megan who sing like Zooey Deschanel. Whom I love in all forms. She's funny as all get out in Failure to Launch. I covet her general style. And she's quirky. Love. Love. Love.) *runs off to download She&Him, Volume One.*

Watching Juno, I continue to be freaked out by the fact that Claudia Jean Cregg is a suburban nail technician housewife of Verne Schillinger. The absurdity of this can only be appreciated by someone who watched both The West Wing and OZ. Which is probably, me and Sally......and that's it. But the irony of the democratic White House Chief of Staff being the wife of the leader of the Oswald State Peniteniary's aryan gang is nothing if not hilarious. Especially when it's underscored by the bouncy lyrics of "I like boys with strong convictions and convicts with perfect diction." Not to mention "And I've never met a Toby that I didn't like." Which is beyond funny on both counts. Just me then? Ooooookay.

In the interest of spreading the wealth/love/good juju, see below things I'm loving, reading, generally coveting.

From the wonderland of Sephora:Liquid stain that makes 'those' days a thing of the past. Lips/cheeks. This does it all....and well.
The most fantabulous concealer set in the history of every. Lasts ALL day, no joke. The green covers up red. You can also get a purpl-y one that......does something equally fantastic, I'm sure. The brand is Make Up Forever. It is love....And speaking of love.

If only someone would return this to the Tuscaloosa Public Library, my life would be better.

This color green is the reason I wake up some mornings. Not to mention the cut and the fact that these boots are obviously a gift from the Lord.

The pictures here make me long, hopefully. And they are the happy.
The above-pictured wardrobe told me that it wants to live in my new house. I want to make this piece of furniture's dreams come true.

Loving this book, almost finished. And super-pumped because these two:

Will be starring as Julia (Child) and Julie (Powell), respectively in the the upcoming movie. My capacity to adore Amy Adams knows few bounds. Was a bit underwhelmed by the indie Junebug, but Miss Pettigrew lives for a Day is just what the reviews said, "A delightful champagne cocktail of a movie." And we all know how I love the bubbly....But not nearly as much as I love these two:

AKA The Greatest Niece and Nephew in Existence. Author's Note: Yes, those bows are as big as they appear. No, neither his eyes nor his hair have been photoshopped. They make me the happiest. Happier than the Bene Tint or the lovely French films or the fabulous green dress. They are pretty much my happy place, especially when she gives me snotty kisses or he grabs both my cheeks with doughnut hands to make sure I "look a' me" for some very important Mimi/Jack-Jack exchange.

Happy Tuesday!

2009-01-27T15:33:00.000-08:00

I'm off to my Messy Spirituality Bible study--I know, I know. My church is the bee's knees....--but I wanted to share this, because it was just too dern cute to overlook.

How A...wait for it....dorable is THAT?! There's a whole blog of adorableness waiting in the wings. I just need to get its costume adjusted slightly before the overture begins.....Toodles, lovelies!

tsktsktsk

2009-01-26T20:14:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I know I haven't written anything in eons. I know the 3 people who are reading this--whom I talk to on a regular basis, anyway--are....well, not disappointed at all. My blogging negligence can be summed up, thusly: The parentals moved houses the week of Christmas, turning my holidays into a sea of boxes, missed DirecTV appointments, hot plates, and well, no internet. I certainly managed to run up the cell bill checking my e-mail from my phone. *snatch* But actually sitting down to think out something witty or informative was not on the To Do, 'kay?

I think you'll survive.

Anywhoozle, spent my birthday weekend watching Alabama get the crap kicked out of them by Utah (!) A month later and I'm still not over that one. But said weekend was spent here:
So, not a total loss. It was my first trip, a Bourbon Street Virgin (ooohh, Bourbon St. Virgins? That's a good name for an all-girl punk band). Courtesy of the greatest sister ever.

Ate gumbo, laughed at drunks, shopped, saw old friends, wondered why I'd never been before, laughed at more drunks, watched a "football" game, ate beignets, and drove home.

Spent the big 2-5 with the fam, eating cheesecake and watching nonsense on the telly. This wasn't the plan for the evening, per se; but I've learned (thank you, E. Gilbert) that you have to make your own happiness, because sometimes people don't do what you want.....le sigh.
(And a story for another time and place.)

Received mad cash, THE cutest wipe-off board and an original piece by Jack-Jack from the Family, Jr.....think early Pollack meets Martha Stewart.

Getting back into the swing of work, finally. Planning a sweet ass panty party for my fave bride-to-be. And after having been told by several folks A) that I should be a party planner and B) that the nothing little things I've painted should be mass-marketed; I'm not fully off the idea of dropping it all and becoming a freelance......something. I've got the several book ideas, just need to strong-arm some artsy friend to illustrate. Need someone to throw together a schnazzy soiree? Gimme a ring, I guess. Never one to take a compliment well, these things always seem to throw me off kilter a bit. But, there you go.

It's weird when you hear something that surprises you utterly, something you weren't expecting. And how it's many facets changes your perception of so very many things. Inquire inside for more details.

Wow. That was....verbose. Even for me. And I've even recently been reminded of my tendency towards wordiness. Old dog? Meet New Trick. Have blog poised for publication, in which I enlighten you to all the things I've discovered/read/coveted over the past month. But you'll have to wait til the morrow, as this little chicken is in need of Rare Mimosa bubble bath and the last few chapters of P&P--yes, I'm rereading it for the zillionth time. Maybe this will be the time Darcy actually does leap, brooding from the pages and into my real life.....

You're right.....probably not.

Monday, Monday. So good to me...

2009-01-26T15:45:00.000-08:00

Because the weekend's over and we all need a little happy. A hi...wait for it...larious British commercial for Cadbury Dairy Milk. Sals, this beats the McNuggets one...

The Hap. Hap. Happiest Christmas since.....

2008-12-24T15:55:00.000-08:00

Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny F-ing Kay.

Merry Christmahanakwanzaakuh to all! The tree is decorated. The cookies are baked. Now off to the homestead to watch The Best Christmas Pageant Ever and eat hot dogs......tradition. It chokes me up sometimes.

"That's all you have to say?"

2008-12-12T14:56:00.000-08:00

Children show us the immensity of love every day. Their capacity to feel empathy is boundless even in the darkest of times. None more so than when a beloved family member throws off this mortal coil and goes on......even when that family member is a goldfish named Lucky.

Now, Maya seems to be taking this loss in stride. I can only wonder if her feelings would be different if she knew the whole story. You see, the author is an avid watcher of both Law and Order and OZ. Over the course of this video Maya and her parents discuss the close "friendship" of Lucky and Marland and lament that Marland was always helping Lucky to eat.

These clues lead me to several conclusions:

1. Lucky's mental status BEFORE the death of Marland is questionable at best. Did he suffer from some form of goldfish eating disorder; or was he merely another tragic case of depression?

2. Is it possible that Lucky and Marland's friendship was less Chandler and Joey and a little more Beecher and Keller? I don't want to presuppose, but when the death of one leads to the death of another....you can't help but wonder how invested these little fish hearts were.

3. The mother. She didn't "know" Lucky?! He lived in your house, lady! Ate your food! Loved your daughter like a sister?! And you can't muster grief enough to say a few words at his funeral. I'm just sayin' it wouldn't be out of the question to turn a little of the heat on over to "Momma".....if that's even her real name.

Oh. Holy. Crap.

2008-12-12T04:46:00.000-08:00

This is the funniest thing possibly of all time. Like me, she seems to have been sucked--pun intended--into the mental vortex that is Twilight. We drank the Kool-Aid, but only enough that we are still cognizant of the insanity, potential literary black holes, and the ever-increasing hilarity that IS this phenomenon.

Last day of school, yo. And? It's a half-day. AND? The work peeps are taking me out for an early birthday fiesta, seeing as how we'll be out on the actual day. Which leads me to say......Twenty Freakin' Five?! Oh, these jokers have gots to be kidding me. I don't know how I'll possibly recover from this....
That helps.

Attention!

2008-12-09T21:24:00.000-08:00

Cancel all--undoubtedly amazing--Christmas/25th birthday present ideas--yes, Donya, even the gold-plated Obama commemorative coins.

Reason?

My computer seems to be in a death spiral. Something akin to Paul Rubin's protracted demise in the Buffy movie. I don't know why. I don't know how. I only know this......me no likey. Doesn't Tosh Iba know I need her? For blogging? Facebook stalking? Blogging?!

This is unacceptable. And I deign that you, my vast readership--of like 6 people--pool the money you're saving on lower gas prices and buy me this.

The death watch on the computer was doing nothing to get my two psych papers written; so I high-tailed it to Gorgas to make use of the free computing. And there was some DUDE next to me watching....wait for it....Annie on youtube. Without headphones. In the middle of finals. Seriously?!

I....There are no words.

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Can we talk for a second about Gossip Girl last night?! It's like when you watch Big Daddy--which is so NOT a crying movie--and you bawl your eyes out in the court room scene when DylanColeWhat'sHisName is screaming "But I wipe my own Ass!" Or it would be. If I'd ever done that, which I haven't.....shut up. Suffice it to say, I didn't think His Royal Hotness, one Chuck Bass, was capable of actual human tears. But when Blair went upstairs during the reception and.....the LOOK he gave her. It took everything I had not to liquify into the couch right then and there.*guh....

Oh, and I need to be here:

One bag, a bottle of red, and maybe a gentleman friend. Not too much to ask in this season of giving.......Why, yes Virginia, there IS a Santa Clause.

Dear Santa.....

2008-12-08T05:36:00.001-08:00

All I want for Christmas is.....
God I'm pathetic....

Love, Molly

Sidebar: There's absolutely no justification for me lusting after the above pictured. Except maybe that unlike the Eleventy million screaming fangurls and Facebook flairmakers out there, I'm actually in the right age range for Mr. Sparkly. Joss Whedon's warped little mind is completely and totally responsible for this. In the words of supahspy Sydney Bristow......

"E.M.E.T.I.B. Got that? Now, reverse it."

December 1st

2008-12-01T18:29:00.000-08:00

It's World AIDS Day. I'm always reminded that the fight is not over. Millions are infected and dying; and still aren't being educated and treated. The problems seem insurmountable, but when I see memorials like this.......
I have HOPE.

It's days like today....

2008-11-27T13:57:00.001-08:00

....and things like this that never fail to make me smile. And be thankful for the togetherness of people, especially in times like this.

Happy Thanksgiving ya'll!

Sometimes, I just love people....

2008-11-25T16:29:00.000-08:00

The following is SO something Chicago or Chels or I would do; and it just made me smile.

dancing with strangers from katie sokoler on Vimeo.

In Conclusion....

2008-11-20T21:10:00.001-08:00

"No......YOU're a sexy president-elect."

Put your tiny hand in mine.

2008-11-20T19:43:00.000-08:00

It is a known fact amongst me and mine that I'm a sucker for a good theme. Party, movie night.....week of Lifetime Movie Network. Like when they have Going to the Chapel Sunday or Political Intrigue Week around 4th of July. Prepare yourselves children, cause this week's gonna be one for the record books.

A entire week of Made for TV miniseries. The promo said "Because TV movies used to be so awesome that they wouldn't fit in only two hours." I knew where this was going. I hoped and prayed that this was going there. And lo, the television gods did smile down in their omnipotence and grant their lowliest of servants a gift.

O.M.F.G!

You feel dirty and bad and dirty just watching it. And yet, you watch it again. Some more. Contemplate several life choices:

1. Moving to the wilds of Australia and opening a sheep station named after an obscure Irish town.

2. Becoming Catholic.

3. Investing in hot rollers, AquaNet, and a filmy dusty rose (tm) dress.

I could try to explain to you what it's like watching this for the first time. I once attempted to explain the awesome of this masterpiece to someone and apparently it comes off as the pitch for either an episode of Law and Order: SVU or Dateline's To Catch a Predator. You truly have to see it to believe. If you are a reader of the romance novel (not that I am or anything. Shut up!) think back to the first time you read Johanna Lindsey or Nora Roberts or (egads!) Bertrice Small. It's sort of like that. Except everyone's very pretty and Catholic and it's very brown and lots of people die. Just trust me. TiVo this, grab manymany hours worth of snack, and settle in for the fantastic epic journey on which you are about to embark.

He's her lobster. She's his heartsong. They are each other's emperor penguins.

(And while you are watching, try not to think about the fact that Richard Chamberlain would rather schtupp Luke than Meggie. But since I said that that's probably ALL you'll think about.)

Wait, this will clear your mind....... Ahh. That's better.....

"This. Must. Be. POP!"

2008-11-19T20:05:00.000-08:00

Why did IDKmyBFFJake and I watch *nsync videos on youtube, you ask?
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Besides that.....

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Aaaaaaand that *damn*

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Because it followed a deep philosophical discussions of the various merits of that illustrious music group and their millennium era rivals, The Backstreet Boys.

We are disturbed.

We also laughed so hard at something positively insane that the Parliament smoking, muumuu wearing waitress at 15th Street Diner gave us the crazy eye. Maybe it's time to tone down the post-test festivities juuuuuust a bit. Or maybe not.

My life is so odd.

2008-11-19T15:03:00.000-08:00

The word verification thing-y for a comment over at The Other Molly's blog was "grana." What an excellent thing to call a grandmother. Me likey. It'll never be as good as when Jack-Jack wants something and intones "Myyyyy GiiiiGiiiii....."

Why do these things register with me? Especially when I should be studying for my test that's in an hour.
*head desk*

Pray for my continued position on this side of sanity....barely.

Still to do:
Take Edu. Psych. Test *thumbs optimistic*
Fix the broken brake light on my car. *thumbs down*
Pack for the beach. *thumbs up*
Go to bank. *thumbs way down-I is broke.*
Catch up on TiVo. *thumbs way up*
Decide what books to read over break. *thumb neutral--It's such a hard decision.*
Beat Auburn.
Solve world hunger.
Paint my nails.

Out of the mouths of babes

2008-11-18T21:33:00.000-08:00

A conversation at the Krispy Kreme:

Daddy leaves the table for more yummi-ness.

Jack-Jack: *leans in conspiratorially* My Gigi.....

Mom: What is it, Jack?

Jack-Jack: Sometimes......my Pop.....he says "Shoot." *shakes head*

If you only knew Jack-Jack. If, you only knew.

Author's Note: I'm guessing that the original revelation of Shoot-Gate made use of a certain other 4-letter word; and my brother found it necessary to inform the nephew that Pop was really saying "shoot."

2008-11-18T14:40:00.001-08:00

The following is an excerpt from Joanna Goddard's Glamour blog Smitten:

My sister was dating a guy who fell in love with her bookshelf....

...They were just getting to know each other. He was hanging out at her house for the first time, when he began looking through her books. She had books on mountain climbing. She had books by Seinfeld. She had farmer's market cookbooks and old journals and touching memoirs and giant tomes, like Infinite Jest. "That's it," he said. "I loved her bookcase. I knew she was funny and adventurous and thoughtful. And, at that moment, I knew I would fall in love with her."

Two years later, they got married.

It might sound extreme, but I'm sure you book lovers out there can understand his feelings. Our books can reveal a lot about us -- our interests, the way we think, even our approach to life...

The whole concept so reminded me of....well...me. And Sals. And the other Molly. Books can show layers of ourselves that we are to frightened or embarrassed to verbalize. They can be windows to our future, our dreams, our past mistakes. For me they are often better than a movie--gasp!--because they allow that often dormant creative side of me to take over. In the midst of the tests and the busy work schedule and the grad school craziness, reading is the one time that I seem able to completely tune out the cacophony and focus.

Why oh Why......

2008-11-17T19:45:00.000-08:00

....does Anthropologie insist on making their web images flash players---or whatever the term is, I'm not known for the tech savvy, oddly enough. The zoom thing IS every so handy to see the ever-present embroidery/details that I love so about their clothes.....however, and it's a MAJOR however. It makes it very difficult, nay impossible, to save the images to the computer in an effort to make a handy-dandy scrapbook for the Christmas Elf herself (aka Janet). If you know how to acheive this Herculian feat, please, I beg of you. Instruct. Teach. Share your innate wisdom. My Christmas list and fashion sense shall be forever in your debt.

A girl can Dream...

2008-11-16T20:35:00.000-08:00

My pastimes of late seem to be decorating the amazingly fabulous loft I do not own and planning the wedding for which I do not have a groom. It would be sad if I wasn't so fizz-ily adorable and optimistic. Okay, maybe it's still sad AND pathetic, but you'll get over it.

It's a girl thing. It's what we do to pass the time. In the way that boys watch NASCAR...and scratch themselves. To that end I submit the following, borrowed from amongst the various creative geniuses and all-around amazing people whom I stalk here on teh internets.

Meet the flowers for the blessed day....

They go with this goooooorgeous centerpiece....

Which, incidentally, all match very well with the future Mr.Magnolia.....

And just for the record, I'm totally cool with him wearing exactly that to the ceremony.

Packin' those Expertly Labeled Boxes and Movin' Out.

2008-11-16T15:27:00.000-08:00

After languishing at another site for a bit--starts with an l, ends with an -ivejournal--The Other Molly has inspired me in more ways than one and I'm making my way over to where the growed-ups do the blogging. No disrespect meant, ya'll.

There will probably be some re-posting of previously written stuff. And I'll thank you to shut it and read them like it's the first time, thank you very much. And of course all the amazingly creative, random, pointless things this modern belle is known to comment on with increased frequency. But for now, I'll leave you with the newest thing I covet.

In the words of the deliciously yummy Captain Wentworth.......I burn. I pine. I perish.