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I’m terrified of heights. Roller coasters, bridges, bleachers….forget it. I didn’t even know I was so scared until Michael and I climbed a fire tower once while hiking and I froze midway and had to be talked down.

So, needless to say, I was not entirely thrilled when I learned my office would be participating in a team building excursion, complete with a high ropes course. *Gulp*

The day started off well with various ice breakers, but in the back of my mind I knew the high ropes were coming.

We made our way over to the course and looming in front of us was a 30 foot rock wall. We put on our harnesses and gathered around the base of the wall. My boss went first. He had been adamant that he would not be able to reach a certain mark on the wall. He passed right by it and made it more than half way. That was really inspiring.

Then another co-worker took her turn, shimming up the wall like she was a monkey. Yeah, right. There is no way I could do that.

And then it was my turn. I didn’t want to go. NOT AT ALL. But my co-workers were really encouraging and I figured if I could just get a couple feet up it was an accomplishment.

Well, I got more than a couple feet. With directions and encouragement from my co-workers on the ground I pushed through my shaking (like a leaf in the wind…making it really hard to hold on!) and navigated the wall almost to the very top.

My rope had been caught on one of the rocks so as I made my descent my body was hurled around the wall to the back, smashing my left arm against the wall. Then I made it down the rest of the way correctly.

With tears in my eyes my feet touched the ground and I was applauded by my co-workers. It was pretty cool.

I was so frazzled afterwards, what with my adrenaline through the roof, that I began frantically searching for my sunglasses.

“I know I had sunglasses before,” I said. “Where are they?”

“Molly,” my boss laughed. “You’re wearing them!”

Oh. Right.

So now I have a huge bruise on my arm and my body is sore from using muscles I didn’t know I had. But that bruise is proof that I did it.

And damn it, that feels really good.

I just read the headline “One Injured in Turkey Explosion.”

My first thought was, “what were they feeding that turkey?”

Oh, yeah. Turkey. The country.


1. Why is it virtually impossible to open the packaging on CVS brand Imodium? It’s like the manufacturers are playing a sick joke on you. Need some advil? Just unscrew the lid. In need of something for your allergies? Just pop out the pill. But need something for the tummy and nooooo. Cut to me jabbing nail sissors into the packaging and cursing loudly.

2. Why do people feel it is necessary to bathe in perfume? Other people might not enjoy that particular smell. Or it might cause one to sneeze multiple times and consider taking some allergy meds. (Just pop out the pill!)

3. It’s raining. Hard. You know what that means. It’s me against Route 1 today.

4. Michael works a lot in the summer. I’m ok with it most of the time. I’ve accepted that overtime is sparse the rest of the year and now is the time for him to take it. But I’m usually prepared. Yesterday afternoon I was taken off guard. I assumed he was home for the whole night, but when he woke in the late afternoon after working an overnight he told me he had to be back at work for 6 p.m. ordinarily this would have been ok, but I was so excited about spending time with him that this broke me. I cried. It wasn’t pretty. We’re talking snot bubbles.

And then, after calming down, the masochist in me decided it would be a good idea to watch A Walk to Remember. More snot bubbles.

5. Rain and shoes don’t get along.

There’s a new woman in the downstairs office. I walked by her desk today and noticed a bunch of framed pictures.

There was one of some children, one of a dog and some other various family shots.

On the far corner of the desk was a picture of a man standing on some rocks with his hands on his hips. I assumed this man to be her husband.

Until I took a closer look.

The picture is of the guy from CSI! Displayed proudly with the other family photos.

This just strikes me as odd. I know people hang posters of celebrities they like or use them as the background on their computer.

But I’ve never seen a photo framed like an everyday snapshot.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, what is this one saying?

Did you know that Pluto is no longer a planet?

I think this is so weird. We’re all going about our normal every day business when BAM! No more Pluto.

Who is this International Astronomical Union anyway? What gives them the right to take away Pluto? And how come I didn’t get to vote?

Maybe I liked Pluto. I think Uranus should have gone. He’s an ass anyway. (Oh come on, you liked the joke.)

So now we have Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune.

My Very Eager Mother Just Served Us…..Noodles?

(Ok, I stole the noodle thing from my boss. Credit where credit is due.)

It’s a long one…..

When I look back at college there are three women that will always define a huge part of who I am. Our house, 38 BP, was the setting for New Years Eve parties, Food Network marathons, yummy dinners, heart-to-hearts, some good crying fests and of course, lots of laughs. Even though we have all gone our separate ways, the connection to each of them is forever.

Each of these women deserve their own introduction. In order of how we met:

KTP*: My roommate freshman year. We spoke on the phone about two weeks before moving into the dorm and hit it off immediately. She was quirky and friendly and we were both kind of in the same boat with our high school boyfriends. She was a native Rhode Islander and promised to teach this New Yorker all about the little Ocean State.

For reasons that escape me now, she wasn’t going to be able to move in the first day. I went out that night and had the typical freshman-first-night frat party experience. When I stumbled back to my room at 2 a.m. I was surprised to see KTP unpacking! Turns out she could come (late) after all. I think I mumbled something about how this was not the best first introduction and fell into bed.
Our friendship was solidified later that week. It was a lazy Sunday morning. I came back from breakfast and got back in bed. KTP was watching a show on the discovery channel about the U.S. Mint. After about 10 minutes I said, “This is really cool.” “Oh, thank god!” she exclaimed. “I thought you would think I was weird!” We were good friends since that day.

Boobeski: She lived down the hall from me and KTP. She didn’t really love her roommate. I think we had a very intense conversation (because you know, all drunken conversations are really intense) while sitting on the hallway floor one weekend. The friendship didn’t solidify until a night that we will just call the Goldshlager Night. Boobeski took good care of me and made sure I made it to bed safely. After that night we started eating meals together and just generally hanging out. The friendship grew really quickly and before I knew it we were pretty much attached at the hip.
We spent many nights hanging out, watching tv, drinking…oh the drinking…. (there was a lot of that freshman year) and making Wendy’s runs. I even spent a couple Easters at her house in MA. She taught me the joys of comfy sweatpants. I taught her the joys of eyeliner. Oh, and the nickname? She has gigantic boobs. And they are fantastic.

Elle: My freshman year I joined the Student Entertainment Committee (SEC). Elle was a general member and I remember seeing her at a few events. As a matter of fact, the one time I really remember her being there I thought she was really annoying! We didn’t become friends until our sophomore year. We were on the same exec committee on SEC. We bonded over how miserable we were in our current living situations. I was in a triple where I didn’t feel wanted, she was living off campus with the roommate from hell. We went to a party together. I got sick. She took care of me and let me sleep over. We found out the room next door to mine was going to be open the second semester. What a perfect idea to move in together! So we did. Then we went to another party at the same house. She got sick. I took care of her.
It wasn’t until the first real week sharing a room together than we realized how obsessed we were with each other. She is crazy, in the most wonderful sense of the word. Whether she was dancing around the room in HUGE pink sweatpants (Ham!) or throwing candy hearts at me, or if we’re watching “The Sweetest Thing” again, we were always having fun. We even made a combination of our names that other people referred to us as. MoElle. We love us. I am also proud to say that this girl is not only my friend, she is my sister. Zeta Epsilon Tau Alpha. Heart.

I miss you ladies.
I told you it was a long one!


I just read my email and had comments from people. People I don’t know!

That means people are reading the blog and I’m really happy about that.

So thank you, people I dont know.

You made my day.

A woman in my office brought in fresh stuff from her garden.

Now the whole office smells like fresh basil and tomatoes. Two of my FAVORITE things.

I am in heaven.(And I will probably eat my weight in tomatoes today.)

I’m waiting in the Chinese restaurant for my lunch. I’m following the correct waiting-for-your-food protocol, minding my own business while not looking at any one person in particular.

“Is the food good here?” A woman next to me asks.

“I’ve only been here once but it was pretty good,” I reply.

Woman: “What did you have?” (She is not following protocol.)

Me: “Um, I think it was orange chicken.”

W: “What did it taste like?”

M: “Orange chicken.” (I pretend to read something off the wall menu. I will her to stop talking to me.)

W: “What does other Chinese food taste like?”

M: “Excuse me?”

W: “You know, like the noodles and stuff.”

M: “Have you ever had Chinese food before?”

W: “Yes, lots of times.”

M: “Ok….”

Woman pauses. “You have really tan feet.”

Happy Monday!

It just occured to me that I haven’t talked at all about the dog. Kodiak is our BIG Newfoundland. He’s a little over a year and a half and is a big puppy. And I mean big. He’s 120 lbs.

I had a dog as a kid but nothing his size. I was a little unprepared for what it would be like to have something so big roaming around the house. Michael has wanted one since he was a kid and Kodiak is really his dog. If Michael is home Kodiak doesn’t pay too much attention to me.

Most of the time he is just a big baby who wants love and attention and lots of tummy scratching. Most of the time. Other times he is a HUGE butt head who likes to bark and run around the (small) house crashing into furniture. Five percent of the time he makes me nuts.

Like this morning. 6:15 a.m. Bark! Bark! Bark! Crate rustling. Silence. (I’ll ignore him, he’ll go back to sleep.) Bark! Bark!……..BARK! (Fine! I’m getting up!)

I let him out of the crate. He proceeds to run around the house picking up all his toys to show them to me. (A daily routine.) I’d really like to squeeze an extra half-hour of sleep back in so I let him outside.

6:45 a.m. Bark! Bark! Bark! I hear him run a lap around the yard. Bark! Bark! Bark

This time Michael gets up and lets him back in the house. I finally get up to get ready and he’s lying on my feet while I try to do my hair. He likes the hair dryer.

All of the sudden he’s crazy man, running around and barking. This time it’s not ok. I grab him by the collar and put him in his crate again. I leave him in there about 20 minutes to calm down. Just as I’m ready to leave I let him out. He comes over to me and rubs his cute head on my leg and I scratch his head. Then he lies down like a good boy.

He drives me nuts, but how can you not love that face?

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