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merry depressing time of year i hope all had a very merry christmas!

though, the time right after christmas, makes me very depressed. i hate the day after christmas. as any year, i was in a funk. for some reason, it seemed worse this year. maybe it was because we didnt have kellie and jr (tear) or i didnt have the two weeks off before to anticipate (its all about the anticipation anyway) like i have had the past 5 years. or maybe because i was tired of christmas music since i heard it for over a month for hours on end at pbk. OR just maybe because it wasnt even cold outside; it was HOT!

i still had a very merry christmas. i love christmastime and everything that goes with it (preferably cooler weather). so maybe next year i wont be depressed.

i got a new camera for christmas and accidentally erased all the pictures from christmas day. attention shoppers:

i made all A's.

i is smart. im just saying...

i hate when people take photos at an angle to make it "artsy." i also hate when people take photos with a shallow depth of field (when just the very front object is in focus and the rest is a blur). it doesnt make you a good photographer.
 ehhhh, no thanks.

why do people ask the question "hey, wanna hear/see something gross?" do you ever WANT to hear/see something gross? is there really an appropriate answer? maybe middle school boys actually WANT to hear/see something gross, but ive never been a middle school boy. it's kind of like "hey, smell this.." again, do you WANT to smell whatever "this" is? i dont. maybe its just me.

kellie, i was inspired by the story of jr and his conjoined twin... yeah "something" gross. here are some pictures from halloween: greg's pirate my haunted house our pies our puppies substitute "teacher" 

my name is miss mollie. i am friendly. designing interior-ly what i should be doing...

dryer sheets. its what's for dinner. 'tis the season

happy holidays! i <3 fall 

its the time of the season.... dang intuition

im just glad people voted.


praying for the future. le busy

war eagle.. dear sports fans and voters lake fun my question is....

have i lost my head? another sign

another sign that i am old.....

my life in the sunday drivers lane it didnt happen 

i will come up with more i like to make lists 

i also like to check things off lists apple of my sty 

sty it aint so... follow up living in another generation

make love, not war ☮ sink or swim

just something ive thought a lot about from time to time...

i think everyone should be required to know/learn how to swim. knowing how to swim is a huge life skill. i know people have made it through life not knowing but wouldnt it make it easier to be able to swim?.. think about pool parties as a kid, going to the beach, staying at a hotel with a pool, fishing, water skiing, going on a cruise, anything that involves water! dont you feel more comfortable knowing how to swim??? think about accidents that involve water. one's argument could be "even good swimmers can drown.".... yes, this is true but i think if one has a basic ability of swimming, they would remain calmer and smarter in the incidence of an accident (ex. being caught in a rip tide). all im saying is that what is it going to hurt to know how to swim and you never know if it could save your life or someone else's.

dedicated to you, michael phelps. the food not the crayon

how come mac and cheese is so good?... everyone loved it as a child and its definitely been a staple for me through college... but why? its just cheese and pasta... i love kraft, velveeta, and homemade mac and cheese... its all good... though i will have to say lunchroom mac and cheese wasnt that great... i dont know one person that doesnt like it.

i got the bluesssss life update

ive started grad school... i've got a job... not a real job... hold your gasps... i got a part time job at pottery barn kids.. which means i get a 40% discount at potterybarn and a discount (not sure how much) at williams sonoma. how awesome.... if i ever get an apartment again, it will be fully stocked... which brings me to my next update... it looks like i wont be moving out of the grandparents for a while... the first potential roommate had a 4 month old german shepard... nope.... the second potential roommate claims to be allergic to the smell of alcohol (even one poured glass of wine)... as you all know im a heavy drinker that wasnt going to work out.... come on! really???? i cant have a glass of wine with dinner???... probably a sign that i did not need to live with her.

thus, im still floating in the universe with no real direction. why does it seem like the majority of people have their lives unfolded fatefully for them while i am in constant flux?... im fine with my flux, if i could learn to enjoy it rather than be anxious and/or uneasy.

had a great time at the lake this weekend with greg, liz, and greg's friend and bandmate, anthony. little did i know that anthony is deathly afraid of water. it was fun going to the lake on my own. felt cool and i hope i can make some more trips up soon... so if anyone wants to go, let me know!... we swam, jumped off the double decker pier across the lake, kayaked, greg and anthony played guitars, made up a word game, tried to fish, lost two fishing poles, and grilled out... i want to do it again! despite all that fun, i discovered that my faithful camera is broken.

so what's next? liz and i are going to start a business soon... so be on the look out.

this is what i do instead of my homework. name me beautiful

so if you dont know.. im obsessed with names... i know kelly completely understands, as we have had many of conversations about names... i love family names. i love unique names. i loved plain names that arent so plain to me. i even love double names...i keep a running list of favorite names.

my philosophy on names....

- i think names shape who you are to some degree... majority of people fit their names

- names are so powerful... for instance, they can hold a connotation... ex. ive never liked anyone with the name amber... when i hear that name, i automatically have bad thoughts about the person.

- names dont have to be memorable.. but it helps.

- in those baby books, it says to avoid names that can have nicknames... like ryhmes with other words... i disagree... nicknames make people likable... and you cant really avoid nicknames unless you name your kid boring.

anyway... im name obsessed.. i could talk all day about my favorite names and pairing of names... syllable count in names... love it all!... name wisely people.. even your dogs!

a girl i went to school with had a baby... i saw her working at burger king and asked her what she named the baby... "Iamunique," she replies.... "excuse me, spell that."... "I-A-M-U-N-I-Q-U-E, Iamunique." first day of hell, i mean grad school

today was my first day of grad school.... i had two three hour classes.... and trust me we stayed the WHHOOOLLLLEEEE time... my first class was content area reading... what is that you ask? i ask the same question..... that class was so confusing! and this white trash guy started an argument with the teacher at the end of class about who knows what... but it involved him saying "thats not how they do it at montevallo!" and "YOU need to tell the dean to stop lying to their students!"...

my next class which meets from 7:15-9:45pm is survey of special education... the teacher is a really funny black lady named rita brown... she is really sweet and has worked in special education for twenty something years... but some of the students in the class should be in special education classes NOT learning about special education... thats all im saying!

what have i got myself into? where shopping is a pleasure

i just wanted to give a shout out to my favorite grocery store, PUBLIX!.. i love publix... its always so clean inside, they play good music, i love their packaged fruit... i love it all. all the employees are happy to be there (at least they do a good job acting)... they are always so friendly and helpful... they always help unload groceries for old people and if they arent busy, they help me too... multiple times they have gotten my cart from me when im done at the car... and they always have a policeman outside the store... i definitely feel safe and its always a great experience...

chick-fil-a is also another place where they are always friendly and "happy to serve you."

what is publix and chick-fil-a doing for their employees that other places are not? we have all been to a store, restaurant, what have you, that the employees are completely rude and pissed that you are even there... so what is it? the management? the environment? the benefits? screening of employees?

so i have concluded that they must be magicians because people are cynical and dont really want to work.

keep on, keepin' on publix and chick-fil-a! duuummmm dummm du duuummmm

oh these days i feel like i have been completely submersed in weddings galore... from random girls that were in chi o with me becoming engaged when i didnt even know they had boyfriends to my best friends being engaged to watching bridezillas on WE (which is currently on tv)... these are my thoughts (many conflicting with one another) on weddings/engagements...

- i hate when people put their facebook picture as their engagement ring... i think it totally devalues the love aspect of being engaged... you arent your engagement ring!

- i want a pretty/sparkly ring that people appreciate aesthetically

- i hate when brides think the wedding day is "their" (as in singular possessive) day... what about your husband?

- i love to plan and organize and decorate... a wedding is all of that... details, details, DETAILS!

- i really want a pretty dress!

- i really hate long ceremonies... what are you trying to prove?

- i dont want a wedding because i think its selfish spending all that money for one day... take the money and put a down payment on a house, vacation, etc...

- i think its selfish not to have a wedding (ive come to realize that your family and friends want to be there to celebrate with you, as i want to celebrate good things with them).. i know, everyone faint now.

with all of that being said, i really do love weddings but its a love/hate relationship... i absolutely love being in weddings (thank you to all my engaged/married friends/sister) and the festivities and the decorations and the food and the friends and the ridiculous stories that come from one single day.... sigh.. so i hope all you are keeping your calandars open for my 2011 wedding ... phahahaha!

maybe i want a wedding and not a marriage or do i want a marriage and not a wedding? team usa

since the olympics started, i have been completely obsessed. i wouldnt consider myself the proudest american or event that patriotic... but theres something about those dang olympics! i always got WAY into them when i was little (hello, gymnastics 92 and especially 96!)... but i guess when my own olympic dream died shortly after the 96 olympics.. i just couldnt bare to watch... but lets just say... ive still got hope (germany has a gymnast that is 33)... anyway, i have watched every sport from cycling to beach volleyball to synchonized diving... i love it all..... go usa!

i think the chinese are actually robots, not people. queen theme continued...

so i bought a new book this weekend... its called abundance... and i am really enjoying it. it is about the life of marie antoinette which is something that has fascinated me... anyway, when i read a really good book, my thoughts take on the language/tone of the book.. so everyday/mundane activities are thus transformed in my head... example.. "as i take the laundry out of the dryer, there in the very back remained one single white sock woven from the finest of cotten blends of taiwan. there it sits as to escape the outside world and remain hidden from all its burdens..." i know this is ridiculous but for some reason i cannot help it. you can only imagine what my thoughts were like when i was reading harry potter....

sidebar: my next dog, i want to name her marie antoinette and call her netty.. and it will only be natural for me to call her netty belle.......shout out to kelly's grandma!

i think i may have been royalty in a past life... long live the queen! does this make me old?

so... i bought my first eye creme the other day... i dont know how i feel about it... im just going to think of it as prevention... though, there ARE visible fine lines... and to make me feel better, i got the burt's bees kind instead of the heavy duty old lady stuff... it was still expensive for the smallest container ever made... but it has royal jelly in it (which is what the worker bees feed the queen bee who lives twice as long and grows twice as big)... that has to be something...

im the queen bee, bitches!