So true, so false...

Basic Analysis

Congratulations, you are a yellow.


Yellows are motivated by Fun. They are inviting and embrace life as a party that they're hosting. They love playful interaction and can be extremely sociable. They are highly persuasive and seek instant gratification. Yellows need to be adored and praised. While yellows are carefree, they are sensitive and highly alert to others' agendas to control them. Yellows typically carry within themselves the gift of a good heart.

Natural Strengths:

* Patient
* Easygoing
* Team player
* Stable
* Empathetic
* Compassionate
* Sensitive to feelings of others
* Tremendously loyal
* Puts people above projects
* Dependable
* Reliable
* Supportive
* Agreeable

Natural Weaknesses:

* Indecisive
* Over accommodating
* May sacrifice results for the sake of harmony
* Slow to initiate
* Avoids confrontation even when needed
* Tends to hold grudges
* Fears change
* Ignores or sacrifices own needs

So some of the results of my color typing test were incredibly accurate, some... not so much. For instance, I am neither patient nor stable. No one has ever ever ever commended me for my patience.....
Oh and dependable, reliable? Um..... I've lost more friends because of my flakiness than I even care to admit.

The stuff about being outgoing, yet insecure is right on though! haha. No really! I think people always assume I must be so confident and comfortable in my skin because I am such an extrovert...
Not so.

Those things aside, I'd say I am very "Yellow"

chain mail .

My cute Mum sent me this:

Bishop's Business Card
A Bishop was visiting in the home of two Ward members, a newlywed couple at the garden apartment where they lived it was obvious from the giggling inside that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks.
He even called out to let them know it was he at the door.
Everything had gone silent. Then he took out a business card and wrote "Revelation 3:20" on the back of it and stuck it in the door.
The following Sunday his card was placed in one of the tithing envelopes and given to one of his councilors who in turn returned it to the Bishop.
Added to the card was this cryptic message, "Genesis 3:10." Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke up in gales of laughter.
Revelation 3:20 begins "Behold, I stand at the door and knock." Genesis 3:10 reads, "I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid for I was naked."

Well said.

1. don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. it is because we are all different that each of us are special.

2. don't set your goals by what other people deem important. only you know what is best for you.

3. don't take for granted the things closest to your heart. cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.

4. don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past, or for the future. by living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.

5. don't give up when you still have something to give. nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.

6. don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. it is this fragile thread that binds us together.

7. don't be afraid to encounter risks. it is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

8. don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find. the quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to hold on to love is to give it wings.

9. don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been, but where you are going.

10. don't forget that a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.

11. don't be afraid to learn. knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can carry easily.

12. don't use time or words carelessly. neither can be retrieved.


Thanks Nicole Missy Cookie. (That's what you are in my phone)

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

the shawshank redemption

Heartless

Kanye can be replaced.

Creepo

I have also received messages on facebook/myspace from boys like daniel. What are they thinking? really?
I mean the AUDACITY!!
Do they really think that works? That they will get to hang out with you or..
Date chou..
Get wich you...
Hit dat..
Hook up wichoo
Show you a good time...
No thank you.
What weird person tries to hit on girls through myspace? You obviously don't have enough self confidence to hit on girls in person.
Its probably a 60 year old man, trying to get young girls...
Stupid myspace..

~madison

Haul-o-ween

My favorite part of my previous post is that he spelled Einstein wrong....
I get it. Einstein is kind of a hard word to spell. But if you can't spell his name correctly, you probably shouldn't try quoting him to show that you have an intellectual side.

Also.
I've decided that pronouncing Halloween Haal-uh-ween is boring. Haul-o-ween sounds smart and sophisticated.
Same with:
Vase.
vase. voss.
And also
Aunt.
Ant. Awnt.
Caramel
Carmel. Care-a-male.
Mature
much-er. mu-ture. mu-tore.
My mom says "mu-tore." I like it.
... it sounds mu-tore.

Happy Haul-o-ween.

That is all.

myspace kills....

Hi my name is Danny Domenick. I am 21 years old and I am from Moab UT.... I am single... I added you as a friend because from your pictures I find you attractive. I am a nice honest guy who just got out of a crazy relationship and I am trying to get back into the dating thing.... I see you live in Monticello and I was wondering if you would like to hang out sometime. I live with three of my friends... Anyways I hope this message doesn't totally creep you out. I am just a shy guy and the internet gives me an enviroment where I can hopefully meet new people. So I guess I anticipate your reaction, for like Einestien said, for every action there is an equal and opposite......
Sincerely Yours,
Daniel Reed Domenick

My little one

Pinky promise me you will watch this clip. From beginning to end. Before going any further.


I'd say it went a little something like that.
It would have given you just as many feel-good goose-bumps or more that's for sure.

Introducing...

Ruby Zella
Yes.
Freestone's give dogs middle names.
Yes.
Ruby is mine all mine.
Merry Christmas to Molly,
Love Santa.

Not the Nursery!!

The pictures of molly's new puppy is making me quite jeleous!
She is so cute!!
I'm worried I have made a massive mistake!!
Yesterday at church A woman came over to will and I and asked us if we would watch the nursery one sunday when they're moving....
I said yes because it was only one day.. sure no problem..
But will seems to think she asked if we would take over permanently...
I'm really nervous i've made a big mistake!!
I'm not ready for the nursery!!
So I hope I am right and Will is wrong.

Last week I cooked twice!!!
Yes thats right, twice!
one day was a Casarole, and the other night was burritos
no, not frozen burritos..
I had to heat up the tortillas and the beans..
so that might not count as cooking, but i'm counting it!!
I'm an amazing chef, and Will is very lucky.. right?

I'm tired of work.

Molly, get on blastoff! because it is going to literally blast off soon!

Love,
Madison

My Barking Cat

This is by far the most important decision I will ever make.
I haven't slept in days because of this inner turmoil.
So. With the L's. All of our pet names start with L.
Licorice- so creative... she is black.
Lila Etna (I talked my brother into naming her after our deceased Great Great Grandmother)
Lucky- the foster cat who comes and goes as he pleases... "Lucky" gets beat up a lot by Mike Tyson the Cat... who bit off his tail?

So, I'd LIKE to use an L name, but to be honest, the names I am leaning toward with each gender do not start with L. My mom said this is a good time for me to practice and learn how to think for myself and not say/do things just to please others around me......

If I pick the little boy...
Oliver. (ollie... which unfortunately rhymes with molly)
Maximus. (max)
Brutus.
Oscar.
Henry.
Liam.
Leo.
Lupe.
Louis.

If I pick the little girl...
Liddy.
Lucy.
Ruby.
Ziggy.
Stella.
Zella.
Chloe. (silent e)
Lolita. (fun to say... but isn't it the word used to describe promiscuous preteens?)
Lux.
Lottie.
Lady.

Names I would use if I didn't know how it feels to share names with your friends pets:
Pennie. (second mother)
Scout. (Jeni's little Olivia's middle name!!!!!)
Matilda. (cute little girl in ward)
Dorothy. (neighbor)
Beau. (cousin... favorite cousin)
MADI.
Fern. (Great Grandma. My FAVORITE person in this world. Lila Etna's daughter... who is still alive so she might not like that too much..)


I can't do this.
Decide for me....
She doesn't have to know.

Quick! Hurry! Fast! PICK ONE!

This cute little boy...

Or this darling little girl...

The boy is a Morkie (Maltese/Yorkie) and the girl is a Yorkie Poo (Yorkie/Poodle)
So basically, the ultimate question is, which one would you rather snuggle with?!

Russian Roulette

So I think I've heard love compared to a game of Russian Roulette...
Well this morning I was thinking, and I decided that Russian Roulette is much safer. In that game there is only one bullet in the revolver, where as with love, there are bullets loaded into every chamber, except for one, right?

Thought provoking, I know.

Oh. And don't worry. I'm not planning on playing either game anytime soon.

I need help.

I hate physiology.

For my final assignment in Human Physiology I have a group project to do. We need to make some sort of model showing some function of the body. Anything from a single organ to a organ system.

I have no ideas.

My teacher scares me.
She doesn't like me.
I might be doomed.

An example of what a group did last semester:
They took tubing.. like surgical tubing... melted butter then put it in and let it dry,then put in fake blood to compare a healthy artery to a clogged artery......
it doesn't need to be a comparison between healthy and unhealthy...
It can simply be how something works...
Or how a disease forms....
which makes it sound like it should be easy...
but it isn't.


I need ideas.
If you've ever done or seen any great projects relating to anything physiology please let me know!!!

My entire group is stumped. I'm not good at this sort of thing. I would rather write a ten page paper on the colon then build a model of something.

EEK!

RIP Eeyore

I've had little to write lately.
This has been quite frustrating.
Yesterday, on that familiar four hour drive home, I asked myself, "Why do I have nothing to write about lately?"
It is ironic. Because I have so much on my mind...
So I realized...
My issues right now are too much for even ME to share.
So just know... while I write nothing... I am still the same old Molly, wallowing in my own self pity, with a carton of birthday cake ice cream to keep me company.


p.s.
Remember when we all thought Eeyore was cute? And didn't realize till we were older that he was in fact a pathetic ass who always felt sorry for himself? (What were the makers trying to do to our generation anyway? ...I blame them for all those emo scenester kids and their problems. And no I am not one of those kids. I am a cool kid almost grown up with problems.)
Anyhow, he FINALLY did it.

I love SNL.

giving you publicity.

Alright, alright. I just wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I didn't put in a plug for my lovely friend Annie. She is just obsessed with this song. She recorded herself singing it and thought it would be a good idea to put it on youtube.
I really think she's got what it takes.

To Annie: Annie, remember how you like this song?
To everyone else: If you like this song, read this post again but whenever you see the name Annie, replace it with your own.
It's like I'm making fun of you....
and making fun of people is fun.

Gag.

Alright.
This girl is whack.
And seriously, this was the most conservative photo I could find of her.

I hesitated to even put this weird crap up.


Mom, Dad, I know what you are thinking. Is that Marilyn Manson? Has Molly started listening to Marilyn Manson?! Should we be worried?

The answer is yes.
I mean no.
No, That is not Marilyn Manson.
Yes, you most certainly should be worried.

This freak of nature... (ok that was harsh) this.... um.... person(???) just so happens to have like 5 number one hits. Yep. I've heard many of the little girls around town singing along to one song or another of Lady Gaga's.

Her songs are both juvenile and promiscuous, which is wonderful if you are hoping for your 8 year old daughter to be a sexy lolita.
With lyrics like, "I want to take a ride on your disco stick" or "Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, How'd I turn my shirt inside out?" ... your daughter is bound to grow up a winner.

Ok, so as you can probably see, I have had no use for Lady Gaga. Her songs are retarded, she's got little girls singing about disco sticks, and she may or may not be a hermaphrodite. Now, with all of that said, I have a confession.

Paparazzi.
Lady Gaga's latest single.
The lyrics are weird. I don't know if cheesy is the word, because to me, cheesy has a connotation of being cute. While these lyrics are cheesy, they definitely aren't cute. Unless you are super into that whole peeping-tom/swim fan thing....
Pretty much the song is ridiculous. And creepy.



I can't stop listening to it!
Curses!
I like it. It's the chorus. The words suck, but the tune is lovely. If you just hum and mumble you can almost forget that you should be scared.

If you tell anyone about this, I will...

"follow you until you love me, papa paparazzi."