The beginning of the end

All over the world, people rejoice when they reach the age of 21.
If that's only for the reason to legally drink and gamble, that's really pathetic.
I have a hunch it is that reason, because I'm turning 21, have no plans regarding Vegas, and I am absolutely DYING just thinking of my upcoming birthday.
It's like, up until now, I was climbing up, and now, from here on out, I'll be traveling down.
Yuck.
Let's all lift Molly's spirit and head to etsy.com to buy her vintage sundresses.Good plan.
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pretty woman

When I was little, I loved to wear my leotard, tights, and ballet slippers. My dear mummy, in her efforts to teach me modesty, would insist that I wore my panties with my outfit.
I hated it.
The other day, when I saw this picture we laughed and I commented on my cuteness, (it's okay to comment on your own cuteness as a child) and how I hope someday my little girls insist on wearing their leotards and ballet slippers 24/7. My mum asked, "Will they wear their panties underneath?"
I stared at the picture and realized the panties make it 110x cuter.
So yes mama, absolutely. ahha

if it's true.... my family is so screwed.

So...
I'm absolutely 100% completely naive, uninformed, and up in the clouds on this subject.... and trust me, the internet is the last place to look for valid information, and the radical mormon man in my ward who has marshmallow suits for each member of his family seems just as promising as google, so really, I should just stop writing this post while I'm ahead.

Tent cities.
What the.
All the sudden everyone and their dog (yes dogs in Monticello talk) seems to be in a tizzy concerning the "Swine and Avian Flu Pandemic"...
I have neighbors, good upstanding members, who've always seemed to be with it mentally, going out and buying marshmallow suits, and planning future "tent cities..."
What are tent cities? I imagine them to be a great big circle of tents on Blue Mountain where Moms cook chilly dogs, dads kill dinner with their bare hands and kids play kick the can....

In the Freestone families efforts of being prepared for the end of the world, dun dun dun, I have been sneaking a can of cream of mushroom soup from the kitchen each day and putting it under my bed.... in other words, if all this crazy talk ends up being legit, we're excepting food storage donations--as well as marshmallow suits.


hm. to me it looks like nothing more then a giant all night softball tournament on the 24th of July.

woof.

My friend Josh (one of the Tucanoses) got a doggy!
His name is Professor Stephen David Harman III Esquire Jr. Inc. LLC copyright 2009 .com
Look how cute.

beauty full

My favorite artist is Mandy Sutcliffe out of London. The brilliant soul behind the lovely little co. "Belle and Boo". It was incredibly hard just to pick which picture to use for the post, so please, go indulge in everything Belle and Boo! You won't consider it time lost.

If I WEREN'T boycotting marriage and children, I would insist that Ms. Sutcliffe design a print of me and my hubsy in place of an engagement photo, as well as decorate my nursery in Belle and Boo art.



B&B's blog
B&B's dotcom
B&B'etsy

I first discovered Belle and Boo shortly after falling in love with the lovely and talented Sheye Rosemeyer, whose blog has brought me to tears more times than I can count. While her photography is what drew me in, her story is what has kept me an avid follower of her blog.
HERE you can see the fabulous pieces made by Belle and Boo in honor of Little Ava, the beautiful pink super princess.

little bird

I'm having an emo day.
:(
oh. and I love birds more than anybody else in the entire world.
If you think you love birds more than I love birds, you are either sadly mistaken or a liar.
Go find something else to like.
The birds are MINE!

yes, this is really a post about a mountain.

My last post inspired this one.

So basically, we (as a town) are pretty bad ass.
I wouldn't even be suprised if we end up being the second City of Enoch!

Yes, those two sentences were meant to come one right after the other.

Ok, who'm I kidding. I'd be so surprised. Like, I can think of at least 7 people off of the top of my head that would need to relocate before that could happen.... and no, I'm absolutely not one of those 7. I'm perfect.
Duh.

Anyhow, back to my post.
Even our mountain is cooler then yours.
It has a freaking horse head formation. (because god loves cowboys)
see?

No? Look closer. It's the trees.


Someone even wrote a song about me, I mean us.
Although I have no idea where the Blue Goose Saloon is located. (I'll ask any of the 7. I'm sure they'll know.)

Blue Mountain
(F.W. Keller)

My home it was in Texas
My past you must not know
I seek a refuge from the law
Where the sage and pinon grow

cho: Blue Mountain, you're azure deep
Blue Mountain with sides so steep
Blue Mountain with horse head on your side
You have won my heart to keep

For the brand "LC" I ride
And the sleeper calves on the side
I'll own the "Hip-Side-and-Shoulder" when I grow older
Zapitaro, don't tan my hide

I chum with Latigo Gordon
I drink at the Blue Goose Saloon
I dance at night with the Mormon girls
And ride home beneath the moon

I trade at Mons' store
With bullet holes in the door
His calico treasure my horse can measure
When I'm drunk and feeling sore

Yarn Gallus with shortened lope
Doc Few-Clothes without any soap
In the little green valley have made their sally
And for Slicks there's still some hope

In the summer time it's fine
In the winter teh wind doth whine
But say, dear brother, if you want a mother
There's Ev on the old chuck line

montites.

So everytime I look at this video I say to myself, "MY TEMPLE!"
but really I'm not 100% sure........ it just looks soooo much like it--even the landscaping.
I realize the mini-temples are extremely similar to one another but I really like thinking this is "MY TEMPLE!"
(I like typing that. It makes me look above me for a lightening bolt.)
It's angled all wrong so I can't see MY Mountain.
Anyhow, I finally decided to post it and just ask my fellow montites... hm. montites. I like it. Lets trade mark it. We're totally as cool as the Lamanites, Nephites, etc.


So... is it "MY TEMPLE?!?!"
The most true temple of all.....
the first of the mini temples.....
the one that Gordon B. Hinckley said was better than all the rest....
the one where Jesus will first appear for his second coming......
the one with a mcflurry machine in the entry way.......

Thats right, that stuff is all true.

oh. I almost forgot. The movie is good too. Watch it.


I find joy in telling myself I own everything that is unownable.

Finals Week

makes me feel like so:


but much less pretty.
and a little more clothed.

And assuming my opinion matters....
Jake Garn is the most fabulous photographer.
Give your eyes a yummy treat, almost like a maple frosting doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, or a waldorf astoria red velvet cake, by taking a looksie at Jake's work and blog here!


And yes, it totally does something pretty to my self esteem living with the knowledge that I've imagined dead puppies in the presence of Jake Garn and his camera.
Bam.

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
-Maya Angelou

fort making.

Last night I told a boy that if he could guess which movie I was watching while babysitting that I was super stoked on, that I would marry him.
He guessed Escape to Witch Mountain.


uh oh.


oh. do not worry.
i'm still hiding out in monticello.
nothing serious.

Another case (or two) of Do as I say, not as I do?

Dear Mom,
I'm just so confused. Didn't you say:

"Never hang your lingerie up around the house. It's Skanky."


"Never act like you are hotter then every one else, even though you are."


"Never wear blue eyeshadow."


"Never act like a dumb blonde."


"Again, never wear blue eyeshadow, and never make horrid mistakes with your hair."


"Boys with shag hair only want one thing."


"Never wear your make up to bed, or pose like drunk lesbians with your best friend pennie. People will think you are."


"Shag carpet isn't cool. Having a hippie for a mom isn't cool."


"Hippie headbands and skirts are for people who take weed and smoke acid."


"Absolutely strictly prohibited!"


"Snow bros are bad news...." I doubt you were in love with the mountain breeze when you were on that ski team.


Book of mormon and Bible apart clothed, three church pews in bathing suits.


"Tanning is bad for your skin. Drawing attention to yourself in your bathing suit is satanic."


Wait a second.... is that a BIKINI?!?!?!??!


I suppose you are an expert by now on the rule of "never act like a dumb blond." Oh. And that falls into the category of hippie hair.....


come on mom. you are a little too old for cabbage patch dolls. geez.


"Practice your smile in the mirror before picture time....."


"Never hang out with hippies. Second hand smoke equals second hand coolness. Avoid the appearance of evil." hmmm.


"never eat junk food in front of boys. They will picture you five years from now, and fat."
time out. I don't think one could pull off that bikini cut "modest bathing suit" with out a hootchie coochie wax job before....


"never make sexy eyes. especially when you are in your bathing suit, and hotter then everyone else. It's just not fair to them."


"Never go on trips with boys." Wait a second.... If I did this, you would have a cold sore and Dad would be hiring PI's.


It's okay mommy.
I'm not even mad.
I intend to wipe out that whole "free agency" thingy with my children too.
Bikinis? Yeah right-- my daughters will be wearing wet suits.



See, you taught me well.

Oh, and P.S.
Isn't she a knock out?!

Thankful. by: Madison

dear best friend,
when i read your letter i felt tears in my eyes. I remember my mom always talking about her and Shelly, that when they had first met Shelly had been praying and praying for a true best friend. Your my Shelly, and i was looking for you too! You will always be the person i can talk to, whether its about my marriage, my future children, or family i know you would never judge me, and you know i would never judge you.
i love always knowing i have someone i can talk to. moving twice now, in the last year, i have definately felt alone. It has been so comforting knowing there's atleast one person i actually enjoy talking to, even on the phone!! without you i honestly dont know if i would have been able to survive florida. I love you!
You are the bestest best friend! and i am so blessed to have you in my life.

i'm still going to write you another one on yo b-day.

hoe

love

p.s. thakyou for your post. beautiful.

i am your boyfriend/grandmother.

Dear Best Friend,

Today marks 21 years of your life. Weird.

It seems like an appropriate day to let you know how much I love you!
My entire life I wanted a "true best friend." I moved to Monticello years after each of my peers had established who their best friends would be. I never fit in. I never had that one person I knew I could completely count on. I never had that one person I knew could count on ME completely. Just when I had accepted the fact that God had forgotten to give me a best friend, you came into my life. We worked together for months before we actually became friends, and we were both intimidated and irritated with the other during that time. When we finally did become friends, we immediately knew that we shared something special.

We've been through our toughest trials together.
We've seen one another through their darkest hours.
We've dragged each other down, and pulled each other up.
We've held hands through sin, and through repentance.

Agonizing, we said goodbye, but only out of pure love for one another.

We're selfish, we're scared of losing the other to love. And at the same time, we're selfless, we can't wait to see the other be sealed to the man of their dreams for eternity.

I don't know the reason God made me wait so long to find a "true best friend", but I must say, you were worth the wait.

Happy Birthday Madi.
"We won't tell the world what we know."
Love, Molly

poopy

I swear, I am not racist. I LOVE other cultures. But I sure am down on being white right now.
If I were born a navajo, my life would be so much easier.

Damn it.
What would happen if a high school started a "white kids" club? You know, like the vaqueros?
What would happen if some rich guy gave out a "white kids" scholarship? You know, like the native americans do?

If my family were native american,
it would be alright that my car is breaking down, because I could get a new red truck.
If my family were native american,
it would be alright that our house has smoke damage, because we could get a new one.
If my family were native american,
it would be alright that our refridgerator and water heater are on the fritz, because we could get brand new appliances to go in that brand new house.
If my family were native american,
that damn IRS probably wouldn'[t be trying to take my money.
If my family were native american,
I wouldn't be scared to death of how I will pay for the rest of my college education.

I don't blame the native americans. If I were native american hell, i'd take advantage of all the perks too.
So tell me who to blame and I'll kill em.
Now quick Mr. Manygoats, give me your moccassins and noone gets hurt. Cause I WANT them!

irritating ridiculous stupid.

I've never understood "taxes" and the IRS.
Moments ago my daddy told me that the IRS expects me to give them over $500 of my salary from 2008.

I tried to call the IRS. I asked to speak with Mr. Douglas H. Shulman. He was busy.

I officially HATE the IRS. I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM.

I don't know what kind of repercussions my new plan might have so don't judge me too much for what I am about to say.

I am going to kill the IRS. Murder it. DESTROY IT!

Dear IRS, watch your backs. Watch your fronts.

LOOK AT ME!
I'm a poor little 20 year old, living at home with mom and dad. Trying to get an education so that I don't have to live on welfare when I grow up. I have no money. NO MONEY! For real. Feel free to raid my checking account. I don't eat out. I don't shop. I conserve water and electricity. I'm researching and hoping to start a recycling program in San Juan County. I am not the kind of person you should be taking $500 from!!! It's not fair, and I REFUSE to pay. Unless you try to put me in prison. Then I might but not with an American spirit.

AND I HATE YOU!

sweet hour of sweet and sour pork.

Holy Taledo!
I just came across this gem of a blog.
I LOVE Bishop Holt and just between you and me, I'm quite fond of my ward as well.... but how absolutely amazing would it be to be in Bishop Higgins ward?

Take a looksie.
http://bishophiggins.blogspot.com/

rollercoaster

yesterday the thought of being in love made me want to vomit on every boy i saw.



Today it sounds like fun.

you little devil

Reason #367 why my mummy is the most adorable woman in the world.

She loves whipping up my favorite treats in her spare (millisecond) time.

Reason #9123 why my mummy got the raw end of the deal....

She deals with the day in and day out wo's of being the mother of a "special" child.... me.

"There's a little McDonald's in everyone"

(there is a whole lotta McDonald's in me)


In Manhattan, there are an average of four golden arches per square mile.......
That's heaven.

Madi and I. Good times, good times.