Greetings! It’s me, Molly! It’s been awhile (again) and, again, I have been legitimately busy. Let’s start with the usual… it’s been 67 days, 8 hours, 1 minute and 20 seconds since my last cigarette. I have saved 10 days and 5 hours of my life, and $335.00. GO ME!
The server is down at work. All internet works except for what I need to do my job… so I am just tooling around facebook, catchin’ up on my blog, et cetera. I told the boss who told the other boss who said this and we tried that and blah blah blah it still doesn’t work. Whatevs.
Nick and I are going on vacation in a week and a half. And my birthday is one week from today! YAY! I will be 24. That’s cool I guess. I feel like since my 21st birthday I won’t have another ‘important’ birthday until 30. But I guess all the birthdays = the same amount of importance which is not much at all. Just another day to be grateful to my parents and God for bringing me to this world. Even though I can’t help still wishing for lots and lots of presents… haha.
For our vacation Nick and I are going to Savannah, GA. I am psyched. I’ve been there twice before, but it has been awhile. What a historic, fun, cultural little city. We are staying at a riverfront hotel, and will be there a whole week. I am so excited to just unwind and relax with my man. We’re gonna explore Tybee Island and hopefully do some kayaking. We’ll rent bikes, go on some trolley tours, do some shopping, some museum hopping. Definitely we are eating at Paula Dean’s restaurant down there, and some crab houses… some legit southern fixin’s, ya heard? Mmm. If anyone has any suggestions feel free to leave them. We got a travel guide book, but that never seems as good as some advice from a friend.
Wow. It has only been one hour and ten minutes at work. Seems like much longer. There is absolutely nothing going on here. FML I AM BORED.
3.31.2010
3.23.2010
health, in a general way...
Greetings followers and fellow readers! It's been awhile. I'm sorry. honestly, I have been so busy with work and working out and eating healthy and trying to have some semblance of a social life that I have been severely lacking in certain areas... like blogging and catching up on my TV shows. Gasp!
It has been TWO WHOLE MONTHS of not smoking! Today is my two months! And I will celebrate by working all day, then working out, and possibly having dinner with my friend, Suzanne.
HOWEVER, although I am still somewhat the center of my own universe, I am way more excited about something besides my own awesomeness today (how rare) and that is HEALTH CARE REFORM! (Yay!!) It's the law now! I am so happy. So proud today, of our President, our country, our leaders and representatives, and so grateful for all those who contributed time, energy, and money to this great cause. I am so honored to be part of something so amazing. I felt this way a year and a half ago when Obama was elected. And I feel that same sense of pride today.
While the bill is over 1,000 pages long, the most important and all-encompassing part of the bill is on the title page: "To provide affordable, quality health care for all Americans" ... Rings a bell with "Liberty and Justice for all" ehh? I'll go ahead and say it, No I have NOT read the entire bill. I would like to, but as stated I barely have time to read a magazine, let alone this bill. But you know what? I trust my representative to represent me. I trust this administration to make decisions in my best interest. I trust that Obama's priorities are in place, and I believe in the collective voice of the American people which voted for health care reform (the popular and electoral vote this time, mind you).
This bill is not some secret Socialist ploy to steal your money and freedom and control your life. Big Brother isn't sneaking into your precious condo because Obama signed the bill. And don't worry, Rush Limbaugh's radio show hasn't been cancelled (for the love of all that is good and holy I wish it was). It is pretty upfront, there are not many hidden sections, the bill is about providing Americans with quality, affordable health care. It's about protecting ourselves. And it will be 1,000 times more effective protection than blowing things up overseas. But I won't even go there.
Personally, I usually need to refrain from political grappling. I get too involved, too passionate, I lose any serenity I might have had, and my egomania turns into ego-raging-psychopathy in seconds. But this is important. I am so sick of the Tea Party, I am so tired of this Obama=Marxism crap... I'm tired of the conservative reports which are merely a front, albeit a horrible disguise, for character assassination of our ambitious, hard-working, and honest President.
I cannot afford to lie, spiritually. And in order to be granted health care coverage, I would HAVE to lie, should I be kicked off my parents' plan as scheduled. However, not only can I stay on their plan now, but health insurance companies would have to cover me! They will have to cover my diabetic friend. They will have to cover my mentally ill loved one. They will have to cover my cancer surviving dad, they will have to cover my HIV infected friend. And they will have to cover people who were born with diseases and disabilities completely out of their control (As if any fetus wishes for retardation as they're juicing around their momma's belly). Babies and children born with diabetes, autism, cancer, failing organs and genetic disorders... families will not have to choose between house and child (is there really a choice?) when a pregnant mother learns her fetus is carrying genetic markers for a lifelong disease. Families will not have to go bankrupt caring for each other. Even adults who have contracted diseases and illnesses through poor decisions... should they really be made to suffer painful and agonizing, as well as morally and physically bankrupt, deaths? Do you agree that we as a country should rob them not only of dignity and life, but of every cent they might pass on to loved ones as well?
I'll get off my soapbox now. But I for one teared up when I watched the video of President Obama signing the bill today. And your cynicism won't stop me from being proud to be an American, even if it means sharing the name with you.
It has been TWO WHOLE MONTHS of not smoking! Today is my two months! And I will celebrate by working all day, then working out, and possibly having dinner with my friend, Suzanne.
HOWEVER, although I am still somewhat the center of my own universe, I am way more excited about something besides my own awesomeness today (how rare) and that is HEALTH CARE REFORM! (Yay!!) It's the law now! I am so happy. So proud today, of our President, our country, our leaders and representatives, and so grateful for all those who contributed time, energy, and money to this great cause. I am so honored to be part of something so amazing. I felt this way a year and a half ago when Obama was elected. And I feel that same sense of pride today.
While the bill is over 1,000 pages long, the most important and all-encompassing part of the bill is on the title page: "To provide affordable, quality health care for all Americans" ... Rings a bell with "Liberty and Justice for all" ehh? I'll go ahead and say it, No I have NOT read the entire bill. I would like to, but as stated I barely have time to read a magazine, let alone this bill. But you know what? I trust my representative to represent me. I trust this administration to make decisions in my best interest. I trust that Obama's priorities are in place, and I believe in the collective voice of the American people which voted for health care reform (the popular and electoral vote this time, mind you).
This bill is not some secret Socialist ploy to steal your money and freedom and control your life. Big Brother isn't sneaking into your precious condo because Obama signed the bill. And don't worry, Rush Limbaugh's radio show hasn't been cancelled (for the love of all that is good and holy I wish it was). It is pretty upfront, there are not many hidden sections, the bill is about providing Americans with quality, affordable health care. It's about protecting ourselves. And it will be 1,000 times more effective protection than blowing things up overseas. But I won't even go there.
Personally, I usually need to refrain from political grappling. I get too involved, too passionate, I lose any serenity I might have had, and my egomania turns into ego-raging-psychopathy in seconds. But this is important. I am so sick of the Tea Party, I am so tired of this Obama=Marxism crap... I'm tired of the conservative reports which are merely a front, albeit a horrible disguise, for character assassination of our ambitious, hard-working, and honest President.
I cannot afford to lie, spiritually. And in order to be granted health care coverage, I would HAVE to lie, should I be kicked off my parents' plan as scheduled. However, not only can I stay on their plan now, but health insurance companies would have to cover me! They will have to cover my diabetic friend. They will have to cover my mentally ill loved one. They will have to cover my cancer surviving dad, they will have to cover my HIV infected friend. And they will have to cover people who were born with diseases and disabilities completely out of their control (As if any fetus wishes for retardation as they're juicing around their momma's belly). Babies and children born with diabetes, autism, cancer, failing organs and genetic disorders... families will not have to choose between house and child (is there really a choice?) when a pregnant mother learns her fetus is carrying genetic markers for a lifelong disease. Families will not have to go bankrupt caring for each other. Even adults who have contracted diseases and illnesses through poor decisions... should they really be made to suffer painful and agonizing, as well as morally and physically bankrupt, deaths? Do you agree that we as a country should rob them not only of dignity and life, but of every cent they might pass on to loved ones as well?
I'll get off my soapbox now. But I for one teared up when I watched the video of President Obama signing the bill today. And your cynicism won't stop me from being proud to be an American, even if it means sharing the name with you.
3.08.2010
lucky forty-four
Today is day forty-four of no smoking. Forty-four is my lucky number. I was born at 4:44 am in the fourth month of the year (April, dummies) and am subsequently forty-four times more amazing than anyone else you know. I am also four hundred and forty-four times more humble than the humblest man born before me. And, as Fred (or Hobbes) might say, I am the culmination of forty-four billion years of evolution.
Anyway, for the most part I am thrilled to be a forty-four days old non-smoker today. But will not be buying myself anything to celebrate as previously thought, due to fundage issues, i.e. I work for minimum wage and need to eat. Oh well, I'll get those sandals later.
Soylent green! It's made of people!
I am really pleased that Jeff Bridges won the Oscar for best actor in Crazy Heart. If you haven't seen that movie, you should. Especially if you are an alcoholic. But, if you're an alcoholic who is still drinking and don't want a buzz kill on your tornado ride, you might want to go see Avatar instead.
Crazy Heart was amazing. I would have liked for Maggie G. to win best supporting actress, but think that Monique's role in Precious was pretty pretty friggin' crucial. That end scene where she's trying to explain to the social worker (Mariah Carey) why she did the things she did, why she does the things she does... I mean it's some serious acting. Heart-wrenching, savage, raw... but tender and beautiful at the same time. What the fuck.
All i know is that as soon as the lights came on after Precious I called my mom sobbing to tell her how grateful I am that I got her instead of Precious's mom. I mean... seriously. I am reading Push right now, the book that Precious is based on. Jesus Christ. I don't know if I can keep reading it... it's so depressing and scary and awful... but poignant. It's like Princess Di's car wreck: tragic and sad but you can't get enough of it. I am also glad Sandra Bullock won best actress for The Blind Side. She kicked ass in that movie, I don't care what you heard... she is not just playing some bitchy southern woman. She's still not as great as my mom :)
Okay, I'm gonna get back to my fabulously exciting job. Thanks for listening, or reading, or barely glancing at, whatevs. Until next time interweb, I bid thee well <3
Anyway, for the most part I am thrilled to be a forty-four days old non-smoker today. But will not be buying myself anything to celebrate as previously thought, due to fundage issues, i.e. I work for minimum wage and need to eat. Oh well, I'll get those sandals later.
Soylent green! It's made of people!
I am really pleased that Jeff Bridges won the Oscar for best actor in Crazy Heart. If you haven't seen that movie, you should. Especially if you are an alcoholic. But, if you're an alcoholic who is still drinking and don't want a buzz kill on your tornado ride, you might want to go see Avatar instead.
Crazy Heart was amazing. I would have liked for Maggie G. to win best supporting actress, but think that Monique's role in Precious was pretty pretty friggin' crucial. That end scene where she's trying to explain to the social worker (Mariah Carey) why she did the things she did, why she does the things she does... I mean it's some serious acting. Heart-wrenching, savage, raw... but tender and beautiful at the same time. What the fuck.
All i know is that as soon as the lights came on after Precious I called my mom sobbing to tell her how grateful I am that I got her instead of Precious's mom. I mean... seriously. I am reading Push right now, the book that Precious is based on. Jesus Christ. I don't know if I can keep reading it... it's so depressing and scary and awful... but poignant. It's like Princess Di's car wreck: tragic and sad but you can't get enough of it. I am also glad Sandra Bullock won best actress for The Blind Side. She kicked ass in that movie, I don't care what you heard... she is not just playing some bitchy southern woman. She's still not as great as my mom :)
Okay, I'm gonna get back to my fabulously exciting job. Thanks for listening, or reading, or barely glancing at, whatevs. Until next time interweb, I bid thee well <3
3.05.2010
day forty something...
I don't even know how many days it's been since I quit smoking. Alls I knows is that I didn't chew any nicorette yesterday, decided not to buy anymore since that crap is expensive, but am thinking about chewing a piece right now. Also, I joined a facebook group called "Why Doesn't Dale Chihuly Make Himself a Fucking Glass Eye Already?" because it made me laugh. And then it made my mom laugh so hard she cried apparently. Which is good, because I thought it might offend some people. Good luck offending my family though, We're simultaneously some of the most steel-skinned and sensitive people ever.
Yesterday I went to lunch with my co-worker Amanda. We went to Stonechase Grille and I got an AMAZING sandwich. What was also amazing about this lunch date however, besides the company and the sandwich, was the soundtrack. I'm not sure what the f radio station or mix CD they were playing but it included two intensely outrageous throw back songs. One of these was "I Want You" by Savage Garden. I totally used to have the single cassette tape of this song. It is the ultimate tribute song to Cherry Coke... "in the base of my spine just like a chic-a-cherry cola"!!! And I still knew all the words! "Every time i need to see you face i just close my eyes and I am taken to a place in my crystal mind..." It was hilarious. The next song was even better! It was the 'sweat' song... I don't even know what it's called or who it's by, just that I used to be obsessed with it and sing it in my sleep. It goes like this "Uh leh leh leh leh lomp, Uh leh leh leh leh lomp, Uh leh leh leh leh lomp lompy lom lomp lomp (Come on) girl I'm gonna make you sweat, sweat til you can't sweat to more, and if you cry-y, I'm gonna push it some mo-o-ore." (yeah strangest onomatopoeias ever!) Now, I was in 4th grade when I liked this song. I know this because I remember skating around the skating rink holding hands with my 'boyfriend' Marshall Printy listening to it. How inappropriate for fourth graders! Bring out the Barney, people! I probably didn't even listen to the words or know what they were talking about. But it sounds like rape to me. Or at least some serious S & M... Wtf Skate Inn East!
Anyhow... Susan is coming to Tampa today which makes me really happy. We are going to watch an entire season of some tv show called "Flash Forward" that I haven't heard much about, but think looks interesting. Also, we'll go eat fancy sushi and go to the gym to get all buff and sweaty. I am SO EXCITED! Okay, I'm gonna get back to work. Until later, interweb, I bid thee farewell <3
Yesterday I went to lunch with my co-worker Amanda. We went to Stonechase Grille and I got an AMAZING sandwich. What was also amazing about this lunch date however, besides the company and the sandwich, was the soundtrack. I'm not sure what the f radio station or mix CD they were playing but it included two intensely outrageous throw back songs. One of these was "I Want You" by Savage Garden. I totally used to have the single cassette tape of this song. It is the ultimate tribute song to Cherry Coke... "in the base of my spine just like a chic-a-cherry cola"!!! And I still knew all the words! "Every time i need to see you face i just close my eyes and I am taken to a place in my crystal mind..." It was hilarious. The next song was even better! It was the 'sweat' song... I don't even know what it's called or who it's by, just that I used to be obsessed with it and sing it in my sleep. It goes like this "Uh leh leh leh leh lomp, Uh leh leh leh leh lomp, Uh leh leh leh leh lomp lompy lom lomp lomp (Come on) girl I'm gonna make you sweat, sweat til you can't sweat to more, and if you cry-y, I'm gonna push it some mo-o-ore." (yeah strangest onomatopoeias ever!) Now, I was in 4th grade when I liked this song. I know this because I remember skating around the skating rink holding hands with my 'boyfriend' Marshall Printy listening to it. How inappropriate for fourth graders! Bring out the Barney, people! I probably didn't even listen to the words or know what they were talking about. But it sounds like rape to me. Or at least some serious S & M... Wtf Skate Inn East!
Anyhow... Susan is coming to Tampa today which makes me really happy. We are going to watch an entire season of some tv show called "Flash Forward" that I haven't heard much about, but think looks interesting. Also, we'll go eat fancy sushi and go to the gym to get all buff and sweaty. I am SO EXCITED! Okay, I'm gonna get back to work. Until later, interweb, I bid thee farewell <3
3.02.2010
The Whole of February
I didn't smoke for the entire month of February. Albeit the shortest month of the year, this is still an accomplishment. According to Quitnet.com, it has been 38 days, 13 hours, 35 minutes and 21 seconds since my last cigarette. I have saved 5 days and 21 hours of my life, as well as $190.00, and not smoked 771 cigarettes. But that's probably more like 772, since i would undoubtedly be smoking right now if I were still a nasty smoker. You know where that $190.00 I 'saved' by not smoking went? My new Michael Kors watch. But whatevs I totally deserve it... it's my present to myself for not smoking and for just being awesome in general. And for my giant strides in acquiring genuine humility, apparently. On the 44th day of not smoking, which will be next Sunday or Monday, I will get myself another present. Perhaps a meal. Or a new pair of shoes... some shoes to fill that new-summer-line-of-sandals-by-Steve-Madden sized hole in my heart.
I have been wanting to smoke lately. More than I did when I first started. But I haven't, and I won't, because I don't ever want to do this again. And I am so self-righteous and afraid to be proven wrong by anyone that I avoid it like the plague. Maybe worse than the plague, since I don't actually have to actively avoid that. Yay antibiotics! I am down to one or two pieces of nicotine gum a day, not even consciously. I just don't really want that much. But I want one right now as I type this. Plus I just chew the crap out of it, then get heartburn and sandpaper mouth really bad. Yuck-O! But it's better than ashtray breath, I guess.
I am really bored at work. I guess most people have boring jobs that they aren't insanely crazy about going to. But I just think it should be different for me. I am taking steps in that direction I suppose, but it's not here yet... and I still have to come to my boring job and look at a very big and empty blank room and call people who don't answer the phone and spend every last ounce of energy I have just keeping my eyes open. At least I have a job, right?! My little sister Susan is coming to visit this weekend, and that is the bright and shining happy fluorescent light at the end of the tunnel that will get me through this dreary week of monotony. I am excited to see her. We are gonna chill so hard it's gonna feel like an ice age hit Tampa. YAY!!! Well, I should get back to work... call some people, leave some voice mails, send some emails, and watch a little bit more of my life slip away... :) Not that I'm being dramatic or anything. Also, check out this song: "Personality Candyspots" by Marmoset... it's really good. I'd never heard of them before. But this song came on my Pandora station and I can't get it out of my head, but in a good way. Not like that stupid song by Miley Cyrus about Jay-Z and American parties. You know, America was not partying when we lost the Gold medal hockey game. Take that Miley Cyrus. Okay interweb, I'll talk to you soon. LUV
I have been wanting to smoke lately. More than I did when I first started. But I haven't, and I won't, because I don't ever want to do this again. And I am so self-righteous and afraid to be proven wrong by anyone that I avoid it like the plague. Maybe worse than the plague, since I don't actually have to actively avoid that. Yay antibiotics! I am down to one or two pieces of nicotine gum a day, not even consciously. I just don't really want that much. But I want one right now as I type this. Plus I just chew the crap out of it, then get heartburn and sandpaper mouth really bad. Yuck-O! But it's better than ashtray breath, I guess.
I am really bored at work. I guess most people have boring jobs that they aren't insanely crazy about going to. But I just think it should be different for me. I am taking steps in that direction I suppose, but it's not here yet... and I still have to come to my boring job and look at a very big and empty blank room and call people who don't answer the phone and spend every last ounce of energy I have just keeping my eyes open. At least I have a job, right?! My little sister Susan is coming to visit this weekend, and that is the bright and shining happy fluorescent light at the end of the tunnel that will get me through this dreary week of monotony. I am excited to see her. We are gonna chill so hard it's gonna feel like an ice age hit Tampa. YAY!!! Well, I should get back to work... call some people, leave some voice mails, send some emails, and watch a little bit more of my life slip away... :) Not that I'm being dramatic or anything. Also, check out this song: "Personality Candyspots" by Marmoset... it's really good. I'd never heard of them before. But this song came on my Pandora station and I can't get it out of my head, but in a good way. Not like that stupid song by Miley Cyrus about Jay-Z and American parties. You know, America was not partying when we lost the Gold medal hockey game. Take that Miley Cyrus. Okay interweb, I'll talk to you soon. LUV
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