no no no!

I was raised to think vegetarians/vegans are crazy lunatics....

attic finds.

I want it.
I realize that so much of the vintage fashions are less then flattering. I realize this. I think that's my mum's biggest hang up when I wear some fabulous/frumpy old dress to church....
But I just LOVE it all. Even the frumpy stuff. In MY opinion, if it's legit vintage, it's a win. Maybe not for your silhouette, but for your street cred. If it's legit vintage, it has a story; and to appreciate that it had it's day, where it made someone feel beautiful, makes it all the more lovely.
In my area, I think there is a mindset that if you are wearing somebody's old clothes from different eras, you must be poor or something. It's freaking annoying. I want to stand up and scream when I see people eyeballing me-- looking down on my outfit, completely oblivious to the fact that maybe I think THEIR outfit is ridiculous as well; maybe I think their hollister attire that looks spray painted on and identical to the person's standing next to them is silly; Maybe seeing them in those stupid flats makes me want to remind them how much crap I got for buying those same exact shoes my sophomore year!
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I'm good.

Anyway, I want this style of swimsuit this next summer. I realize it's not the most flattering of suits, but I just love it! It takes me to a time and place I've never been. It's just lovely. So if you see me in a funky suit this summer, and you find yourself wondering what the heck I was thinking when I put that on, please do me a favor and remind yourself of this.
I like it.
And at that same moment in time, I will be thinking to myself that you look like a cheap skank ho bag.
mmmmmmmk?


--I just want to say...
I wrote this as if the "guilty" will read it-- but I want to clarify that to my knowledge, none of "them" ever read this blog-- so I'm not trying to start fights with anyone, I'm just uncovering some suppressed anger from the high school days. lol.

dreamland

I just want to be loaded.

And not care that I'm loaded.



Yes, that's really my ultimate dream.
Is it really too much to ask?

people are strange

So... I don't really know how to prepare you for this...
Maybe you shouldn't watch it?
It's one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen....
It's also one of the most awkward things I've ever seen- with the exception of one event in High School when I happened to be walking by the boys locker room when the door opened... That day I learned a whole new meaning for the word,"helicopter."
{Mum, don't ask. You don't want to know.}

El Perro Del Mar "Change Of Heart" from The Control Group on Vimeo.

I've always wanted a nose job.

I have a wide bridge, okay? You can say, "No Molly, your nose is fine." I won't believe you. Wanna know why? Cause one time I had this conversation with my Nana. Let me preface this with stating that my Nana is the expert on everything superficial.
(I just made a list of all of the ridfanticastulicous (ridiculous and fantastic) things she is an "expert" at but it went on so long I couldn't find my way back to the real reason I started this post)
So Nana and I were chatting at Grandma Hess's house... (ugh. Grandma Hess is Nana's mother, making her my great-grandmother; as well as my favorite human being)
The conversation went something like this:
Nana: "I've always loved your eyebrows."
Me: "Oh embarassing! When I moved home and swore off boys I also swore off caring for my eyebrows."
Nana: "Oh I'm so glad!"
Me: (surprised) "Serious? They look awful."
Nana: "No! No! They look so much better then the last time I saw you."
Me:".....thanks."
Nana: You've always had such great features. Some of your best features, I think you got from me."
Me:"....hmm."
Nana: "I'm so glad you didn't get mine and your mother's nose."
Me: "Ugh! I HATE my nose. I want plastic surgery."
Nana: (GASP) "Why?"
Me: "Well, see, I just have this wide bridge. It's too wide for my face."
Nana: "Well... you know, I have a few friends who have had great success with rhinoplasty."

Crap. I don't remember why I started this long story.

OH yes I do.

So, I've always wanted a nose job, and since that conversation with my Nana, I have known I need one. The only thing keeping me from doing it, (besides being broke and chicken) is my fear of coming out as Michael Jackson, may he rest in peace.

Well, for about a year now, I have been developing a new phobia. I don't want this phobia! Life was so much easier with out it. Like, growing up, after going potty, I never let handwashing get in the way of the rest of my day. I only brushed my teeth in the morning, unless I was having a sleepover with friends. (apparently hygiene is cool) Public bathrooms-- I remember my mum used to listen for the sound of toilet paper being used BEFORE I went potty. (to put on the seat) When she wasn't around, I'd never put it on.

Okay, so I don't want you to think I've been doing all those gross things till I was 20. I improved as I grew up. But particularly in the last year, Its gotten kind of weird. I find myself looking at an object and pretending I have a microscope imagining all of the bacteria and germs and dust I would see. I can't bring myself to eat anything that is within a week of becoming "expired." I keep washing my hands... over and over... I often find myself scrubbing away for no particular reason other then being worried about what I'd discover if someone used one of those germ lights on me.

I started doubling/trippling the public bathroom toilet seat covers... but even that wasn't good enough. Now I'm on to the popasqwat method. OH! And when those sensor flushes go off at the wrong time..... ahhhhhhhhh! I just imagine thousands of strangers poopy particles attacking me.... I hold my breath and close my mouth the entire time I'm in those public restrooms. It has nothing to do with smell, but I just imagine all kinds of weird poopy germs landing on my tongue! Ah. Just writing this is teasing my gag reflexes. And as for the bathrooms at home, well..... honestly, I can't even bring myself to sit down in the little brothers' bathroom.

What I'm trying to say here is, I think I'm turning into Michael Jackson... or Nana.

I just know that it's only a matter of time before I find myself in a hotel, with my own linens, and a box of plastic baggies, for the remote, and sink handles.... just like Nana.

Am I making you uncomfortable?
Well then stop reading, der!

Things I hate more than...

Wood burning stoves/fireplaces.

There are only a handful of things I can think of that I hate more than these black lung inflicting, disasters. And here they are!

Genocide.

Starving Children.

Terrorists.
Child Abuse.

When boyfriends rip my heart out, throw it in the blender with some strawberries and ice cream, and share their yummy milkshakes with their new girlfriends.

Yeah, I'd say that's about it.


P.S.
Are you kidding me?

If you ever plan on owning this pretty little wood burning stove, I sure hope you live in Tucson.
What a mess. I can promise you that after only one or two uses, it would not be anywhere near picture perfect like the above photo.

Confession #297

90% of the time I go back and edit Madi's blog posts. Don't get me wrong, it makes my day when she actually contributes to the blog, but I just don't want her to look as stupid as she really is.

Kidding.

She's simply, not the best speller.
Which is why I was flabbergasted when she dominated me and everyone I know in the incredibly frustrating game "Typing Maniac" on facebook. Seriously, I was so certain that she had to have cheated that I asked my trusty friend Google how she did it.
Even Google was stumped.

Disaster Interview

By the way the story below is by Madison.

Disaster Interview

Yesterday I went to a job interview in phoenix, Just to check it out ya know-- to see if I felt a connection there. I was interviewed by three men, one of which was the owner. I slowly learned that the job involves making calls to lists of people, trying get them to attend their training program (sales). The owner at one point asked me, "Can I put you on the spot"? I said "...Yeah..." nervously. He then asked me to do a roll play, to pretend like I was calling him and selling to him. I suck at selling!! I don't even think I would do well on a mission because I hate bothering people. Well I'm sure you can imagine how terrible my role playing was.. More than once I just stopped talking. Either because I totally forgot what I was going to say, or I realized it would sound stupid. Then when it was finally over they asked me to role play again, but selling hair products, which i still sucked at because I suck at selling!!! This was the most embarrasing interview of my life!! I thought I was going in for like an administrative assistant position but boy was I wrong!

Let me explain...

Another one bites the dust..

Want to hear the freaking cutest story?

So once upon a time, in a far away land, called Monti...
I was walking home from the all night softball games up at the park. When I reached my street, I found my two favorite fellow Montites, Annie and Marci, sitting on Annie's lawn with a mysterious boy. And in Monti there is usually no such thing as a mysterious person so I sat down to say hello. Cute Brian Bothwell, from my beloved Arizona, (I say it like I'm FROM there) was in town for the 24th celebration visiting his grandparents. Marci spotted him earlier that day and had been stalking him ever since. Her stalking obviously went well.... because... well....
They could not be a more perfect match!
Since getting home from his mission, Brian has been spending an awful lot of time here in Utah... and I don't think it's because of our great shopping or restaurants...Congratulations you two love birds!
And... to dear miss Annie. I am here for empathetic support if you need me. The day she gets married will be easier then the months to come.... I re-realize that Madison is married.... for eternity.... almost every day. This brings forth indescribable emotions. On one hand, you will be so sincerely happy for your best friend, taking the most important step in her life, finding love, real love, and on the other, well, you will feel alone. My best advise is to keep things in perspective. Know your time will come, and how lucky YOU will be, because you will be able to have your best friend with you in that room when it is your turn.
OH! I almost forgot the most important part! Isn't it lovely!!!!!!

Incase you didn't know... I'm obsessed with my puppy!

Ruby Zella may be tearing my carpet to shreds, pottying on my bedspread every night (right after I wash it everyday), she may keep me up all hours of the night, she may eat/pull my hair while we "sleep", she may look a little less then cute in the bathtub soaking wet, but she's totally worth it.
Okay... so MAYBE having a baby wouldn't be so bad.
I mean, I'm sure it's exactly the same.






In the second one, my sound effects are bathroom disturbing.

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.