Coronado

in early july i visited chris and the boys at her mom's home in coronado. it was a very prestigious invitation and i had the BEST time. it rained the whole long weekend and i didn't care. it was great to see chris, betty (her mom) is so great, and i still love those little boys - even if they were totally themselves [read: super irriating]. next summer, plans are already in the works to return, perhaps when fenner's there and i can bring michael.

they were definitely not this cute in the car ever again after this moment; we went to the USS Midway and explored life on an aircraft carrier; we went to la jolla and saw seals; the boys could totally care less about me:

learning to roller skate. please note gray's face when fly falls down. i don't think he's ever been more pleased:

dinner is the reason i want to come visit again! the table is always set (this photo is from when i did it); betty always made salad with HOMEMADE dressing - a different kind every night!!; those candles were seriously lit every night. please note the bottle of wine. it was a staple and every night we drank more. man, i miss it already

i did go on to visit home in mesa, which was equally amazing and therapeutic, but i unfortunately have no pictures...

Summer

after many AWESOME good-bye events (of which I have no pictures), we moved. please note the biggest picture: after an hour-long gas stop michael's dad (who was traveling behind us) brought me ice cream. I was loving it, Michael was over it

we hiked a 14-er (mt. sherman is over 14,000 feet, note the snow) and it was ROUGH. we looked happy at the summit, but i think you can find the picture of how i really felt:

july brought the greatest 4th of July cookout ever: cinderblock firepit, woot!

Fall, Winter & Spring

we had halloween: rockin out as rainbow brite

there was christmas with the tills

new years was pretty much amazing! tony, kristina, AND ashley were all in attendance:

we went sledding with the lemoyne-yarboroughs:


i had a birthday: candles in my shake AND my burger (btw, mmmmm diablo burger)

i traveled to colorado for michael & i's 6th anniversary: super awesome german food resturant

last night....

the universe bitch-slapped me and told me to buck up. this is what went down:

molly & michael are brushing their teeth.

*POP BANG!!!*
m&m: "what?!"
michael investigates in the guest room. a cider bottle has exploded (sidebar: we made hard cider a month or so ago)

molly & michael begin to clean up.
molly: "do you think the big gallon jug will burst?"
michael: "no, i think it's okay. .... maybe the top would pop off, but it's okay."

molly and michael continue to clean.

*KERSPLOSION!!!!*
molly: "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
michael ducks and covers.

yes. if you guessed the glass gallon jug of hard cider burst into about a million pieces. it shot straight into my tailbone, but i was wearing clothes so no cuts, just a wicked bruise. michael wasn't wearing a shirt, so he's got some pretty awesome scraps and one cut on his back that looks like a knife wound.

also, our house smells like a frat house. gew.

so, thanks universe, for telling me to stop being a whiny bitch and buck the hell up. (see jen, i could have said the "f" word, but i didn't! :) ) i promise i'll be happier in the future.


ps. it was hysterical after the shock wore off. i'm actually laughing about it right now.

so here's the real deal

i fucking hate my job. it fills me with rage to even think about it. since i'm working about a 60+ hour work week (seriously, all work and NO chatting this time around) it's usually all i'm thinking about. summer was great - i went on great vacations, i saw my great family and friends, and i had a great time lounging around the house with michael. i'd love to tell you guys all about my favorite things and show you pictures, but i'm consumed with work. and when i do have some moments without it, i'm usually so fucking angry that i couldn't write a fun-loving post if i tried.

so, i'm sorry that i've left anyone who reads this in the lurch. but i can't blog regular right now. I may post things here from time to time about how much my job sucks balls (so michael can get a break from my bitchiness) but i'm pretty sure no one will want to read it.

and you don't have to say "oh molls, sorry you hate everything", because we all have had jobs we hated before. i'm just a big baby, who apparently has anger-management issues. i love you all!



ps. can i say one more time: fuck!