If I were running for Ms. America, I would wear a scuba diving suit for the swimsuit portion. For my talent I would showcase my endless abilities with spaghetti noodles. And when ask for what I wish for our world, I would say...
drum roll please, this is good...
A non habit forming medicine for insomniacs that REALLY WORKS!
And the crowd would cheer.
And I, Molly Freestone, would win. Duh.
It is exactly 4:51am. My daddy is currently walking out the door to go work out. Thats right. He's awake and I am awake The only difference is, while he is beginning his beautiful Friday morning, I am still waiting for this beepity beep blank blank Thursday NIGHT TO END!
A half hour ago I finally gave up on my quest for REM and went and had a grilled cheese sandwich. My dad heard me and came into the kitchen.
"Molls, you're up early. A grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast?"
"No Dad. A grilled cheese sand-o for DINNER!"
For my side dish, I pulled out the Tylenol PM. Four of them. My dad then put two back in the bottle and said,
"uh... Molls. You can't take four."
"Why not? I've been taking four every night for the last couple of weeks..."
"Well, then be happy you are awake and not dead from kidney failure."
Thanks Daddy. As bitter as I am with my melatonin deficiancy and hampster circle thingy mind, I enjoyed our early morning chat. Don't expect to get another one for a long time. I don't like being awake at 4:30 am.
Back to the hampster ride thingydingy. That is my profound um... simile, or whats that word in the scriptures?... fable, nope. parable!
Anywho. My MIND! AH Someone make it go to sleep. I have country songs, riddles, embarrassing memories, clothes to purchase, wedding color schemes, leg hair, Sylvia Plath, Annies beanie, my retainer, SPORTs!(weird), High School, college, church, institute, Mrs. Akery (what the?) getting skinny, that amazing ear wax fire thing, math problems, kidney failure, being held against my will that one time, Creepy Dan at eighties, Madimoomoo, bills, peeing in cups, and of course GRILLED CHEESE on my mind.
On a happier note, I'm in love and ENGAGED.
It's true. I'm sorry I haven't eluded to this in any previous posts....
jk. But I like to say that every week in relief society when they have "good news moment." Because I am the only person in Monticello my age that doesn't have mental retardation or facial deformity (atleast not diagnosed) that isn't married.
So I guess the real question is, if I have no marriage prospects, why do I care about getting a hot bod?
Oh my cow! I'm going to get FAT!
This was the best insomniac night of my life.
See you at the Blue Mountain Deli. I'll be the one buying all the fried stuff.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
mamma mia
i love watching silly movies with you.
i don't love witnessing you lust after pierce brosnan.
i dont love you making out with dad RIGHT infront of me.
(thats a lie. i think its cute)
i love snuggling with you.
i love that im 20 years old, living at home, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
i love that you've planned my wedding.
i love that you secretly love the smell of skunks.
but of course, most of all
i love you.
In the sheltered simplicity of the first days after a baby is born, one sees again the magical closed circle, the miraculous sense of two people existing only for each other.
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh
(so us)
its all in the car door....
Holy Gosh.
I'm obsessed. I wouldn't call myself an everyday blog stalker... I mean, I pretty much only stalk photography blogs... and thats not weird.... right?
Well, I found this absolutely amazing blog. I made my mom sit down with me for like an hour to indulge with me. I'm convinced, CONVINCED that there was a glitch in the big plan and somehow this "Naomi" character and I accidentally swapped lives.... I was totally supposed to have HER husband, HER city of residence, HER wardrobe, HER camera, HER title as a Julliard Graduate in dance, HER hobbies of making headbands, HER um... life.
Yeah. There I said it.
I
am
Jealous.
Follow the link. Well, follow the link if you have a few hours to kill and covet.
Rockstar Diaries
She's absolutely adorable.
THEY'RE absolutely adorable.
I want a husband that does THIS.
And THIS
and THIS.
and THIS
And ESPECIALLY THIS
um... sorry and also THIS
pretty sure they win most perfect beautiful couple living the most perfect beautiful life award.
... (atleast from an outsider aka crazy cyberspace stalkers opinion)
Do they need nurses in NYC?
And does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that finds it necessary to always open the car door for the girl, from the first date, to the first baby blessing, to the first daughters wedding, till forever?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that finds fun in being silly, playing games, making crafts, dressing funny (and indie of course), cooking breakfast, and dreams of someday kneeling by his wifey every morning and snuggling while they say prayers?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that loves surprising his wifey on Valentines, Birthdays, and also a random Thursday with a new dress to wear to a fancy restaurant?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will say the cutest things at our wedding dinner, a little spontaneous and a little well planned? Maybe a good speech about how amazing and beautiful his new wifey is? Or a geeky dance/singalong?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will let me take a hundred pictures of our food, shoes, a funny sign, a nik-nak... and not make fun... and completely understand that its "for the blog."
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will let me rub his webbing between his finger and never complain and not even cry when it bleeds?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will laugh with me for hours, that will laugh at my jokes, and always know how to make me laugh?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will get an absolute kick out of my weird little brothers, my Dads "glory days" stories, and obsess over my mommys good cooking?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will see my parents as the most amazing, brilliant, righteous people? And always make me feel proud to be there daughter?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will be grossly infatuated, obsessed, and completely head over heals in love with a weird little girl from a weird little family from a weird little town?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony who will love me and be my dream come true and even more, I be his dream come true?
And please, do something for me.
I'm one of those girls that will date someone and want it to be love, and settle. If you see this happen... Please remind me that I am waiting for a very specific person and he is NOT it. You will know... all you will need to do is watch us get into a car.
I'm obsessed. I wouldn't call myself an everyday blog stalker... I mean, I pretty much only stalk photography blogs... and thats not weird.... right?
Well, I found this absolutely amazing blog. I made my mom sit down with me for like an hour to indulge with me. I'm convinced, CONVINCED that there was a glitch in the big plan and somehow this "Naomi" character and I accidentally swapped lives.... I was totally supposed to have HER husband, HER city of residence, HER wardrobe, HER camera, HER title as a Julliard Graduate in dance, HER hobbies of making headbands, HER um... life.
Yeah. There I said it.
I
am
Jealous.
Follow the link. Well, follow the link if you have a few hours to kill and covet.
Rockstar Diaries
She's absolutely adorable.
THEY'RE absolutely adorable.
I want a husband that does THIS.
And THIS
and THIS.
and THIS
And ESPECIALLY THIS
um... sorry and also THIS
pretty sure they win most perfect beautiful couple living the most perfect beautiful life award.
... (atleast from an outsider aka crazy cyberspace stalkers opinion)
Do they need nurses in NYC?
And does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that finds it necessary to always open the car door for the girl, from the first date, to the first baby blessing, to the first daughters wedding, till forever?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that finds fun in being silly, playing games, making crafts, dressing funny (and indie of course), cooking breakfast, and dreams of someday kneeling by his wifey every morning and snuggling while they say prayers?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that loves surprising his wifey on Valentines, Birthdays, and also a random Thursday with a new dress to wear to a fancy restaurant?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will say the cutest things at our wedding dinner, a little spontaneous and a little well planned? Maybe a good speech about how amazing and beautiful his new wifey is? Or a geeky dance/singalong?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will let me take a hundred pictures of our food, shoes, a funny sign, a nik-nak... and not make fun... and completely understand that its "for the blog."
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will let me rub his webbing between his finger and never complain and not even cry when it bleeds?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will laugh with me for hours, that will laugh at my jokes, and always know how to make me laugh?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will get an absolute kick out of my weird little brothers, my Dads "glory days" stories, and obsess over my mommys good cooking?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will see my parents as the most amazing, brilliant, righteous people? And always make me feel proud to be there daughter?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony that will be grossly infatuated, obsessed, and completely head over heals in love with a weird little girl from a weird little family from a weird little town?
Does anybody know where I can find a tall handsome man with a Testimony who will love me and be my dream come true and even more, I be his dream come true?
And please, do something for me.
I'm one of those girls that will date someone and want it to be love, and settle. If you see this happen... Please remind me that I am waiting for a very specific person and he is NOT it. You will know... all you will need to do is watch us get into a car.
Friday, January 23, 2009
In English, I need to write an autobiographical essay, but only focusing on a single incident in my life, that I find interesting....
I'm at a loss of ideas.
I also need to write a humorous essay, preferably about myself or an incident I was part of. I have a lot of funny stories but they are all pretty much one liners....
I need some IDEAAAAAAAAS!
So, remind me of two things. Something eventful that took place in my life, and something funny that took place in my life.
Oh... and they have to be sharable... appropriate... censored...
I'm at a loss of ideas.
I also need to write a humorous essay, preferably about myself or an incident I was part of. I have a lot of funny stories but they are all pretty much one liners....
I need some IDEAAAAAAAAS!
So, remind me of two things. Something eventful that took place in my life, and something funny that took place in my life.
Oh... and they have to be sharable... appropriate... censored...
I belong to the "Dad" party.
Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Anti-American... Tell me this isn't precious.
I don't care too much for either President, Bush or Obama, but this little letter written by the Bush Twins to Sasha and Malia Obama is beautifully done. So classy. And such a tribute to the men we know as President, and they know as Daddy.
I don't care too much for either President, Bush or Obama, but this little letter written by the Bush Twins to Sasha and Malia Obama is beautifully done. So classy. And such a tribute to the men we know as President, and they know as Daddy.
Monday, January 19, 2009
myahee myahooo
I feel so guilty loving this song for 4 reasons.
1.It's hip hop.
2.It's cheesy hip hop.
3.T.I. is headed to jail. thug.
4.I can't listen to it with out remembering THIS little snippet that swept youtube when I was maybe 15 years old.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
roomies.
Another semester of school brings another set of roommates. I got really lucky this semester. Two of my roommates, the freshman, are always asking me to do things for them. They spend their time eating junk food, working the rest of us for money, neglecting pets, and making a disaster out of our abode. We decided not to report them to the landlords because they are really good at cuddling.
My other two roommates get to assign me chores, remind me to do my homework, drag me out of bed in the morning, feed me a nutritious meal or two or three or four, buy me a pint of ben and jerry's a day, pay for my books, buy me jewelry, ask me to babysit, tell me to put on something more modest, and talk baby talk to me.
My older of those two roommates is a total health freak. He (yes, we're co-ed) has all of us on a trillion vitamins, cooks kitchen sink stew, (because it has everything BUT the kitchen sink) puts mushrooms in EVERYTHING, and throws out the oreos and sugar cereal whenever he finds it in one of our secret stashes.
The next roommate is the life of the party. By day she reads cook books and organizes gourmet meals, and by night she runs around in the house in her undies..... (garments)She is aspiring to be a wedding planner, and a love guru. I have this feeling there is something going on between her and the elder roommate. I always walk in on them making out and talking about the eternities.
In all honesty, I wouldn't trade my time here for anything else.... We are the happiest we have ever been together.
My other two roommates get to assign me chores, remind me to do my homework, drag me out of bed in the morning, feed me a nutritious meal or two or three or four, buy me a pint of ben and jerry's a day, pay for my books, buy me jewelry, ask me to babysit, tell me to put on something more modest, and talk baby talk to me.
My older of those two roommates is a total health freak. He (yes, we're co-ed) has all of us on a trillion vitamins, cooks kitchen sink stew, (because it has everything BUT the kitchen sink) puts mushrooms in EVERYTHING, and throws out the oreos and sugar cereal whenever he finds it in one of our secret stashes.
The next roommate is the life of the party. By day she reads cook books and organizes gourmet meals, and by night she runs around in the house in her undies..... (garments)She is aspiring to be a wedding planner, and a love guru. I have this feeling there is something going on between her and the elder roommate. I always walk in on them making out and talking about the eternities.
In all honesty, I wouldn't trade my time here for anything else.... We are the happiest we have ever been together.
Today I'm really sad...
Because I messed up my blogger layout and lost my friend and favorites links and two of my posts.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Dear Mail Man, Please make sure this gets to the right hands.
Dear Hubsy,
I just thought I would send some updates your way. I'm doing really well right now. I'm up to my ears in school work. When I'm not studying or in class, I am at the High School Basketball games supporting my father, as he is an assistant coach, or getting up way to early to watch my little brothers play junior jazz. Of course, by "watch" I mean sit with my biggest fans, ranging in ages from 4 to 9. Teaching them cheers (ugh, don't judge me for that darling. I promise to brainwash our girls into thinking cheer leading is lame). As for my social life, it still ceases to exist, which is of course by choice, because why else would a 20 year old single female be living in Monticello, Utah?
It's officially been a year now, since I had a boyfriend. It's even been a year since I went on a date. I've awkwardly turned down a few here and there and not felt a bit of remorse for it. I haven't been boycotting a social life to avoid you. It's not that I am not excited to meet you. I think about you every day. I just want to be careful. And I just want to be ready for you. I am so scared that if I have my heart crushed one more time, I will stop wanting you. I fear my eyes will be so black and blue and swollen from previous relationships that I wont be able to see you when you do come along.
But, I'm making progress. Last night, I accepted a date. In fact, I wanted this person to ask me on a date. And he did. And I was excited. Isn't that great hubsy? I'm healing. I think the reason I am so open to this guy, is because he is growing up to be everything I know you are growing up to be. He doesn't have to be "you" but I know he is safe. Safe meaning, he wouldn't break my heart. And he wouldn't belittle me in ANY way. And he would respect me, and he would only let himself fall in love with me if it was what the Lord had in mind for us. And, the only person he would love more then me if he did decide to fall in love, would be the Lord. And I would trust him. And we would be so happy.
I'm going on a date tonight... and I am excited about it. And you should be excited too hubsy, because this really is a big step for us. For me, in preparation for you.
Continue to let the spirit guide you through out your life hubsy. Read your scriptures, say your prayers, and nothing can possibly go wrong.
I can't wait for the day when I realize I love you with all my heart,
Molly
I just thought I would send some updates your way. I'm doing really well right now. I'm up to my ears in school work. When I'm not studying or in class, I am at the High School Basketball games supporting my father, as he is an assistant coach, or getting up way to early to watch my little brothers play junior jazz. Of course, by "watch" I mean sit with my biggest fans, ranging in ages from 4 to 9. Teaching them cheers (ugh, don't judge me for that darling. I promise to brainwash our girls into thinking cheer leading is lame). As for my social life, it still ceases to exist, which is of course by choice, because why else would a 20 year old single female be living in Monticello, Utah?
It's officially been a year now, since I had a boyfriend. It's even been a year since I went on a date. I've awkwardly turned down a few here and there and not felt a bit of remorse for it. I haven't been boycotting a social life to avoid you. It's not that I am not excited to meet you. I think about you every day. I just want to be careful. And I just want to be ready for you. I am so scared that if I have my heart crushed one more time, I will stop wanting you. I fear my eyes will be so black and blue and swollen from previous relationships that I wont be able to see you when you do come along.
But, I'm making progress. Last night, I accepted a date. In fact, I wanted this person to ask me on a date. And he did. And I was excited. Isn't that great hubsy? I'm healing. I think the reason I am so open to this guy, is because he is growing up to be everything I know you are growing up to be. He doesn't have to be "you" but I know he is safe. Safe meaning, he wouldn't break my heart. And he wouldn't belittle me in ANY way. And he would respect me, and he would only let himself fall in love with me if it was what the Lord had in mind for us. And, the only person he would love more then me if he did decide to fall in love, would be the Lord. And I would trust him. And we would be so happy.
I'm going on a date tonight... and I am excited about it. And you should be excited too hubsy, because this really is a big step for us. For me, in preparation for you.
Continue to let the spirit guide you through out your life hubsy. Read your scriptures, say your prayers, and nothing can possibly go wrong.
I can't wait for the day when I realize I love you with all my heart,
Molly
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Dear Cal Black,
Our scanner doesn't work.
But let me tell you, if it did, I would really, really enjoy myself right now.
School starts in t-minus two days.
Our family is going to die of the black lung.
Yesterday was my Grandpa Freestone's 86th birthday. At the dinner table he started to ask a question about Licorice. She is our black lab. He accidentally called her Nigger.
Elder Anderson, I mean, Pete, has finished his two years of missionary work. Our family took his family brownies yesterday. He looked decent......
and by decent I mean I couldn't stop staring.
And by that I mean, I was daydreaming about our 4 children.
And by that I mean, "scholarship that only works in San Juan County, I hate you."
But let me tell you, if it did, I would really, really enjoy myself right now.
School starts in t-minus two days.
Our family is going to die of the black lung.
Yesterday was my Grandpa Freestone's 86th birthday. At the dinner table he started to ask a question about Licorice. She is our black lab. He accidentally called her Nigger.
Elder Anderson, I mean, Pete, has finished his two years of missionary work. Our family took his family brownies yesterday. He looked decent......
and by decent I mean I couldn't stop staring.
And by that I mean, I was daydreaming about our 4 children.
And by that I mean, "scholarship that only works in San Juan County, I hate you."
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