cloud 9

Oh dear Neiman Marcus, how I love you so.
My heart belongs to your bath towels.

a katrillion dollars.

Yes, you caught me. I have a hidden talent! I get paid biggo buckos to decorate the inside of rich peoples homes.......
check it out.





Okay. so its all in my dreams. Really I'd PAY big bucks to have miss Molly Luetkemeyer come decorate my home. (Although It might be a little too... loud for Brother and Sister Freestone.)

Someday, someday.

not so itzy bitzy but even more lovely.

Yes, I am aware that it isn't quite time, but I've been suffering from a bad case of the fever, spring/summer fever... since well... I left Mexico.

So I'm going ahead with this premature post.

The only people more excited about this certain fad that popped up last summer than me.....
are my lovely mum and daddy.

wondering what that fad is?

the uber welcomed by "utards" AND "Fashionistas all over the world" retro one piece bathing suit!




I only have one.... (this cute)
I need seven more.

badabing.badaboom.

These words have never passed my lips (nor been typed by my fingers?)... but I have had an emotional breakdown and have come to a new, harsh, but certain realization.

So, here it goes... I'm going to say (type) it for the first time. Well technically this is the second time, because I already spent the evening blubbering to my parents.

I want a boob job.
There's something terribly wrong here.

I refuse to get married and be sexy until then.

This was my conversation with Madison tonight.
"Madi, something is wrong...."
"What?.... Molly What?"
"Something is wrong with my boobies."
"Besides that they are just like, man boobs?"
"YES MADI BESIDES THAT!"
"Molly, is it breast cancer?"
"um. no. thanks for making me feel guilty about this."

anyhow, next time you see me I will probably be really womenly and once and for all....
this is for Olivia Scouts momma
"Sexy."

boas in the bathroom?

I know this picture is like, emo.... sexy.... and anorexic-ish but...
I just love it.

The District

I thoroughly enjoyed myself while watching "The District."
The latest spin off of our beloved "The Hills" and "The City."
It made me feel even MORE stupid for watching the MTV "reality" shows.

This is certainly my new #1 though!

smell ya later.

Today our dear mother cried as she handed Jacob his new hygiene accessory. "My last first time watching one of my babies put deodorant on....."
It was a really special moment.

What gets me is that a flipping 9 year old needs deodorant.
When I was 9 the closest I had come to sweat was running from my Dad after church ball.
Who are we kidding, I still have never sweat a drop. Exercise is for poor people......

yeah. immature. i know. so what!

remember that story in The Friend? you know the one...
The young girl who's class drank tea when learning about a certain culture and she didn't drink it so she got a bad grade but she was happy because she knew she had done what Heavenly Father had wanted?

I'm just wondering if this means I should leave class right now?

dear orem ems, i pray i never meet you.

One year ago today
was to say the very least...
a really bad day.


Dear World,
I love you.
I'm not going anywhere.

If I had my druthers...

Riddle:
What do the following people have in common?
Matilda Crane
Stevi Young (the 3 year old)
Jade Nielson
Breanne Slade
Olivia Wells
Carlyn Goodwin
Layla Crane
Mimi Wells
Loren Nielson
Charlei Hoggard
Emmry Wilcox
asian girls
Suri Cruise
Suri's mum
snow white
molly freestone ages 4 through 19
and the current molly freestone have in common...

besides an obsession with Ariel (the little mermaid)

answer:
the "little girl hair cut."






Mom, I detest the fact that you love my hair this way. Even more, I detest the fact that your opinion means so much to me that I don't shave my head or grow dreads.

All I want for my birthday, and kwanza(that ones for you Dad)
is this absolutely amazingly awfully hideously bizarre, cooler than anything else in the entire world, (including Ariel, Bag Balm, Vities, and ADDERALL combined!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) is this head o hair.

monique.

I stumbled across the most happy lovely quote today.
It reminded me of one thing in particular.
very much so.
my best friend and I.

I wish I could put it into words... well, I guess the quote puts it into words.
I just love the idea behind the quote. It's like, our friendship is so genuine... and intricately perfect, even with the many inperfections... that sometimes I feel bad for people who think they have "a best friend" and they are sadly mistaken... and sometimes... i like it.
I'm a 20 year old girl with Lee blood running through my veins.
I can't help but be caddy sometimes!



It reminds me of another amazing quote on ZAIDA REQUELME'S old blog, back when we were Xanga kids...

"We don't want what you have."

I just love it.
It can be applied to so many things.
For instance, The church.
a. the members, looking at the world, who thinks they have something to offer, and saying, "No thank you. I think I will take celestial glory, exaltation, an eternal family, etc.
b. the world. so ignorant and sad. lost and unhappy, yet wanting nothing to do with true happiness.

I think Zaida had an amazing story behind the quote. I might slaughter it but it had to do with a third world country, who was perfectly content living their simple lifestyle, not wanting us or any other country to come in and change things. Kind of neat.

But in relation to madi and i, its the same concept as the one above. I just see people who think they have got it all. from money, jobs, social status, lifestyle, spirituality, friends, all of which are arguable....
when i have true, perfect, beauty full friendship.


I just realized this completely applies to my family as well.
We love each other so much. We are so incredibly close.
We "hang out" every night. We take turns picking movies and we cuddle up on the couches and eat ice cream.
Some around me might think my life has turned into a pathetic, dead end, because I am in Monticello.
Well guess what, we dont want what they have.
and we wont tell them what we know.

My life is perfect.
Holy smokes, my life is absolutely perfect.

p.s. i just remembered that in high school i was voted most unique, making me "monique."
yes i was voted most unique.
i might have cried.
it was because i listened to odd music, wore skinnies (well only my senior year) and i was really... hyper? i donno. there isnt a word for what i was...
oh wait.
monique!

oh dear.

This might be THE most funny thing I have EVER seen.
A little boy after a dentist appointment on drugs, legally.

dirty little secret

From the funny ones

To the heartbreakers,

To the romantic ones

To the outrageously icky ones!


I LOVE Post Secret

I look forward to a new batch of secrets each Sunday. I would totally love to send in a deep dark secret... but I HAVE no secrets because I have a BLOG!

text message deals.

Starting midway through the conversation via text message...
M-"When will you be home? Linzi, Suzy and I miss you."
A-"Two weeks!"
M-"Goot. I cannot wait Just for a weekend?"
A-"Yesh.With lots of my friends."
M-"Okay. They better be willing to share Annie."
A-"They will!!!"
M-"Let's have a dance party to entertain them."
A-"only if you'll teach me your indie dance moves."
M-"Girl you know I would. You just pretend to be semi retarded and really cool at the same time."
A-"Perfect I can do that. Like a champ."
M-"I know...."
A-"Did you see my comment on the blog?"
M-"Yes, it made my day!"
A-"I'm dead serious."
M-"Ok. How about I do it if you will grow up and post at least once a week."
A-"No.... thats not the deal."
M-"What do I get out of this Annie, huh?"
A-"Me being happy."
M-"The problem is I have nothing to write about."
A-"Make stuff up. Write about how much you like me."
(Oh- time began 7:21 time ended 7:28, because really, we're both text message junkies)

So, Today I wanted to write about how much I like Annie.
I like Annie so much.
She is so good looking.
She is everyone's best friend which sometimes makes me a tid bit jealous, but not too jealous, because I am one those friends. (self-proclaimed)
She comes from a fabulous family, pretty much as fabulous as mine. With high standards, like mine.... yet they are still down to earth and have funny stories, like the time Brother Anderson came down and scared Annies friends (one of which was a non-member) in nothing but his one piece garments.
Other reasons I love Annie can not be stated, due to the wholesome image I wish to help her maintain, which of course, is all lies and deceit.
I wouldn't dare tell of her escapades which involve making BYU boys dizzy and starry eyed.
I WOULD dare telling you (meaning the entire web) about the time she watered her long in front of Marci and I because she was too lazy to go inside to relieve herself.
Actually though, when I think about it.... I can't think of one single thing horrible about Annemarie Anderson. And I don't know many people that would have that same difficulty when reminiscing about my life. that really goes to show just what caliber of person miss Annie is.
That's why I always tell me mum, "I want to be Annie when I grow up."

This is Annie:

And this is little Annie and some little (insignificant to me)dude:

worst sister award.

Conversation unedited with Jake, age 9.
He walks into my room holding something...
J-"Do you have a magnifying glass?
M-"No. what do you have?"
He hands me a rock.
J-"It's so cool."
M-"Neat. Where did you get that?"
J-"M-M-Matt gave it to me. Cause if I don't grow up and be a NBA or NFL player I wanna do that thing. C-c-c-ollect rocks."
M-"A geologist?
He gave the biggest grin, as if the second best thing, next to the NBA/NFL is geology.

As for the stutter, it comes and goes. Speaking of which, on the list of the saddest things ever said to my face...
Sometime, with in the last year, I commented to my mom that the stutter had been worse the last few days.... her reply, "It seems to get worse whenever you're around...."

poop.

something old.

16 years ago today, these two tied the knot, thus ending the Linzi and Molly 4+ year saga. I'm not bitter.
I'd give my limbs and 6 senses for that man.
I mean, what would life be like with out vitamins, private investigators, as many books in the house as there are shoes, free health-care, tow-ropes and a big monticello worthy truck, gospel doctrine for life, flack-seed cereal and the dreaded soup? What would life be like with a garage that didn't have a broken down dishwasher, a broken down garage, a broken down fireplace, a broken down lawn mower, a broken down vacuum or two, and every magazine in the world published since 1985?
I don't even want to imagine.
But mostly, I'm just so glad my mom found another person who almost puts as big of a smile on her face as I do.......
I love you both.
Happy Anniversary.
And for real, if one of us catches you guys getting frisky one more time, I swear I'm going to throw up!... on you-- And invite Nana to move in. And then what?!!??!?!
(P.S.... yes, these are pictures of pictures. Our scanner dates back to the renaissance.)

Yes, I really was that darn cute.

a.dorable.

bite me.

Okay, I know. So we're all pretty sick and tired of Twilight, right?
Rephrase. We're all pretty sick and tired of everyone being obsessed with the same person.
I liked it more when he was nothing but an image in my mind and when I would tell people about this brilliant series about vampires they would step back and look at me like I was cookoo.

MOTHER! YOU ARE THE NUMBER ONE CULPRIT! Oh and also to Mother, first picture. Edward, I mean Robert, in cig jeans. Eat your heart out.

Well, tonight, I found myself in dream land. I lye in bed for hours staring at the ceiling and dreaming about Edward and his horrible break up with Bella and then realizing she "stunk" and I SMELT GOOD...

Finally I pulled out the mac and have now spent the last hour or so listening to Robert Pattinson seranade me......



And do go HERE to listen.

something new.

Dad, go ahead and just put this on the credit card.
Or for option B....
Auntie Pennie....:)
I'm sure I'll need it someday...
well, hopefully.
Even if I don't need it, I'd wear it to church, school, heck, I'd wear this baby to Shake Shack.

I'm loving The English Department

I'll take the scenery as well.

Is it too much to ask...



Kate Towers to dress me?
I am in love. She is, by far, my new favorite designer.
Take a Looksie

take a picture it lasts longer.

I apologize to all of you whohave "those pictures" Sitting on your mantels. You know which ones I'm talking about. The ones that I am about to bash.
I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE them.
I think they are so cliche, and tacky, and black and white=mod,weird, and a horrible fad that some people didn't realize went away.
I refuse to ever have one of these taken of my children with my hubsy:

Now, If I could pull off having pictures of and with my baby like THIS, taken by THIS GUY I most certainly wouldn't hesitate. I think its fabulous. Too fabulous, I know... but still... so fabulous.

i love it

molly!!
i love the picture layout of us!!
(read the rest of this in our hick accents)
i remember that day so well, me and you's was runnin round, with no gosh darn care in the world. papi was in the barn slotterin that pig for all us to eat that night. and he yelled to us, "girls, dont ya'll be doin that wierd old dance a yors, the neighbors is ganna think we all crazy, ya hear!" and we said "daddy! we gonna just ignore you's cause thats crazy. we likes bein skinny and we likes dancing like were posessed by da devil!"
and then we went to the shilo, and found us a used can wid some holes in it, and a bag of grass that smelled wierd, and a lighter. we played around wid it a little, we aint had no idea how funny we were, we just keep laughin and laughin, as a matter of fact, i dont think i never laughed that much in my whole life. and then we got us some food cause we was so gosh darn hungry, and then went out and played some more, still laughin us up like we was possesed by the laughin bunny. and then mama snaped that picture of us. great day thats what i say. member when we tried to do the same with the grass in our yard a few days later, it dont work no surrie, it must a been some sort of magical grass with mystic powers i dunno but we had ourselves a good time.

mama

okay so madison is wanting to be a mama!!
i know i know "your so young, live while you can" shut it i've heard it all.
my little neices and nephews are so adorable, and i love babysitting them!!
i would be such a good and a very cute mom. come on i would look adorable!!
haha
but seriously the mother in me is coming out!! ahh
i better get married soon so i dont have to go rape some one ha
jk jk
but seriously.
so i'm moving back to Arizona the beginning of march.
i'm very excited!
ill miss florida, but AZ is where i want to end up.
i better start practing my back combing, i know theres some utah type girls there. haha
and i might get to see my grandpa and all of that family that lives in tennessee that i have never met. ill get to meet my papi!!!
woo

bitter.

THIS is me not blogging about that one thing that I would really like to be blogging about right now but my parents asked me not to because that would cause more problems and solve none. And THIS is me sort of blogging about it. I hate money. I hate debt. I hate financial planning, budgeting, bill paying. I don't care to be rich. I just want to have peace of mind. Money is Satan.
I'm ready for the plan of consecration. Is that what it was called?