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Like so many others before, this Friday is a good day.

– My hair decided it wanted to be super cute, and who am I to argue?

– Instead of following Michael downstairs when he got up, the dog came over to my side of the bed and nudged me until I said “where’s your dad? Go find your dad!” He’s cute like that.

– I’m going out tonight with Jen to see one of her coworkers play guitar. Even if the music sucks, there will be yummy drinks. And yummy drinks make me happy.

– On my way into Starbucks this morning, a big, burly man stopped me and told me my shoes were great. I was surprised…I wouldn’t have pegged him for noticing my light pink high heeled mary janes. They are fabulous, though.

Have a great weekend!

While rushing to get to an early staff meeting, I encountered the daily challenge of crossing the street across from my office. Sure, there’s a crosswalk, but people don’t stop. Even when I do my patented death stare and disappointed head shake at them.

A car on the opposite side stopped to let me go, but one look up the street told me I better wait, because the car on my side was flying. So there I am, giving the aforementioned death stare, when the car screeches to a halt. As I start to cross the street both the driver-side and passenger windows roll down and two guys lean out. I make the mistake of turning to look at them as I cross and am met with a “yeah, baby!” and some cat calls.

I am instantly pissed. It’s 8 a.m. I am on my way to a very long staff meeting and I am tired. The last thing I want to deal with is obnoxious comments from some unidentified men.

As they drive off and I begin my walk down the street, a smile forces its way across my face. I am wearing the pants that make my butt look cute and my legs look super long. I do have on adorable stilettos that may make me strut just a little.

Then I get pissed at myself because what, now I like the attention?

Guess I can’t have it both ways!

Dear Fergie Ferg,

Thank you for doing such a service to our nation’s youth. Without you, “Delicious” and “Glamorous” would always be misspelled. I’d like to add “Tasty” to that list, but unfortunately, you spell it wrong. Newsflash: there is no “E” in Tasty.

Sincerely yours,


I’ve decided that it’s OK…

– to not like wheat bread. I know it’s healthy, but you know what? I get more than enough of the good-for-you stuff. I want my sandwich on a non-wheat roll. Preferably a hard roll.

– to worry that my feet will grow when I have kids (it happened to my mom) and I won’t fit in any of my beautiful shoes anymore. (Although, what a great excuse for a shoe shopping spree!)

– to own a Celine Dion greatest hits CD. What?

– to not answer the phone sometimes. Caller ID is a wonderful thing.

– to have conversations with the dog. He might not talk back, but he’s a great listener.

– to wish that My So-Called Life was still on TV. Even just in syndication.

– to enjoy it when Michael works on a Friday evening. Bad TV + a new magazine + no one to tell me the show sucks = sweet.

– to tell myself repeatedly that muscle weighs more than fat.

On Friday night I attended my sister’s orchestra concert. The show was great. And predictable. Like every Pops Concert before, the show ended with all three orchestras performing Stars and Stripes Forever. And just like every Pops Concert I had played in, as the last section of the song began, in full FORTE, they dropped the American flag. So patriotic.

I knew it was coming. Every year as I stood in the orchestra pit playing those very notes, I couldn’t look at my friend Abby without laughing. Laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it. At the audience clapping along, goofy grins plastered on their faces. It was always a riot.

As I sat there watching my sister and laughing to myself, I realized how weird it was to be on the other side. Watching, not playing. That was me up there from fourth grade till graduation. Hours of practice, countless concerts and one amazing trip to Australia, New Zealand, Tahiti and the South Pacific. And for the first time in a long time, I longed to play in a group again.

Afterwards, we all filed into Cafeteria A for cookies and juice. As we pushed through the double doors I felt like John Mayer should be playing in the background. It was all so familiar to be back there, but also so strange.

Had it really been only seven years since I last walked those halls?

It feels like a lifetime ago.

I’m hormonal this week. The good thing is I did the shopping before in preparation because I knew if I went this week, I would return with Entenmann’s chocolate covered donuts probably crunchy Cheese Doodles. Because those are my two weaknesses this time each month. So while it’s a good thing that I didn’t buy them, I’m not going to lie. I’m craving them big time.

But my hormones did get the best of me last night. I cried during the news. There was a piece about soldiers going off to war and leaving their families. It was so sad to watch them kiss their husbands/wives/fiances/significant others goodbye while tears streamed down their faces. I was seriously moved, but was holding it together. Until Michael looked over at me and said, “I love you, baby.”

Then I lost it.

So really, it’s his fault.

I’m heading home to New York this afternoon to see my family. I’m really looking forward to it.

Have a great weekend!

Remember when I talked about how glorious it would be to work from home? I was right. My boss, being the awesome boss he is, suggested that since I was going to spend the majority of my day writing my magazine pieces, if I felt like working from home today he’d be OK with that.

I felt like it.

Especially after our big move yesterday, I could use a little time away from the desk. And today has been every bit as wonderful as I thought it would be. I woke up at 7 as usual, showered and made myself look pretty. I’ve been in this state for awhile and there’s one thing I still hadn’t done. Gotten my Rhode Island license. So after primping and straightening my hair, I was off to the DMV. I was out of there pretty quickly (shock) with my new (temporary paper) license in hand. All that primping was a waste of time. The picture ain’t that great. Of course.

A part of me was sad to hand over my New York license. No matter how long I live here, I will always consider myself a New Yorker. It’s who I am. It’s why I pronounce dog “daawg” and coffee “cawffee”, why I throw my hands up in irritation and bad drivers “what are you DOing??” and refuse to eat my sandwich on a bulkie roll. That’s what they call a roll in Rhode Island. I don’t want a bulkie roll. I want a HARD roll. (Side note: when I first went to college I ordered a sandwich on a hard roll in the dining hall. The woman looked at me and said, “Oh no, dear. Our bread is fresh.” Um…right.)

Afterwards, I dropped off my car for an oil change like a responsible adult. A responsible adult who may or may not have waited almost 6,000 miles for an oil change. I know, I know. I was back home by 9:30 and with my grande soy chai latte by my side, and was ready to work.

And work I did. I had a phone interview with a hilarious woman for a piece I’m writing and by the end of the conversation I kind of wanted to be her friend. That’s weird, right? I couldn’t help it, she was awesome. And she works from home as a freelance writer. And is having a baby. And is funny. She should blog.

I just finished the piece. I had so much information and I thought I would never pull it together. But I did…and I like it! Maybe it’s because it’s on one of my favorite topics: Weddings.

Which brings me to now. I’m thinking lunch since it’s after two and I haven’t snacked all day! Another plus! Then it’s one more piece to write.

I know this won’t be an all the time thing, but if I could do this, even once in awhile, I’d be really happy. I’m actually looking forward to going in to work tomorrow since today has been productive while also relaxing.


I’m still here. I’m not sure if you missed me or not, but since I post every weekday perhaps someone thought it odd that it’s been almost two days since you heard from me.

Yesterday we packed up our office. Today we moved.

I’m not too happy about it.

My old office was great. Hardwood floors, my own little space with a window that overlooked the street (allowing me to spy on who came in late, who went to lunch with whom and what everyone was wearing,) and sun. Glorious morning sun that heated the chilly room and wonderful afternoon sun that made the space cheery and inviting.

My new office is neither cheery nor inviting. There is no morning sun to warm the chill. As a matter of fact, the room is freezing. Turns out there is some afternoon sun which is the silver lining in an otherwise gray situation. There are no hardwood floors (although perhaps they’re under the carpet?) and we’re right across from the bathroom.

My boss (who shares an office with me) came up with a slogan for the day: “From the penthouse to the outhouse.” Basically, we got shafted. And while I’m trying to make the best of it, I’m not dealing entirely well yet. My life report card would say, “Molly plays well with others, but needs improvement accepting change.”

So, yeah. Freaking A, this sucks.

I’m going to go hang a poster or something. Maybe that will help.

Later this week we’re moving offices. We’ve all been moving things around, sorting through files and throwing out unwanted stuff. Through the course of the move some interesting stuff has been found, including the cover letter I wrote just about a year ago.

In my opinion, it’s pure cheese. Because, in all honesty, I quoted Forrest Gump.

Now, let me explain. My boss has a great sense of humor. In fact, a sense of humor was a requirement in the job description. As well as a love of chocolate. Hence, “life is like a box of chocolates.” Yes. I really wrote that in my cover letter.

But you know what? I got the job.

I remember my first interview really well. I desperately wanted to sound upbeat and confident about what I could do. I was praying that despite being right out of college with absolutely no experience in PR, I would be given a chance. I remember thinking I made a big mistake when my now boss said, “well, I’m not really a big fan of Forrest Gump…”

Shit. Oh shit.

“But,” OH! There’s a but!

“I liked your cover letter. I can tell you can write.” Phew.

When that cover letter surfaced last week I was surprised. I hadn’t thought about it in so long. And then my boss began to read it. Out loud. In front of people.

I was so embarrassed. I could feel my face getting hot and all of the sudden I was the color of a tomato. It may have gotten me the job, but it’s definitely not one of my finest pieces of writing.

As we pack up for the move and I go through my work from just a year ago, I can see a change. I’ve gotten better. Besides learning the PR ropes, my writing, both professionally and personally, has improved. I’d like to think I’ve come pretty far since that cover letter.

And that makes me feel pretty good.

I woke up this morning to snow. Lots of snowing covering the yard, the deck and the cars, but not so much on the street. But since I had obsessively checked the weather reports yesterday I knew that the worst of the storm is due this afternoon. I hate driving in snow and wanted to avoid getting stuck in something yucky all together. So I’m working from home today. And I’m really glad I did as my street is now icy and white.

I told my boss I could really get used to this working at home thing. Editing while in bed while What Not To Wear plays in the background? Yes, please. I actually saw a story on the news last night about companies that are allowing employees to pick not only their own hours, but the location from which they work. If they want to work from the office, the work from the office. If a coffee shop, kitchen, or, like me, snuggled under the comforter in their queen-sized bed is more their scene, then so be it. The argument was that by incorporating your job into the environment that makes you happy, you’ll actually be more productive.

I can’t exactly test this theory today because two thing I need to do I can’t access. But I definitely see the logic in it. And today only reiterates what I’ve always know. Eventually, I will work mostly from home. I lucked out with my current job because the office is a fairly relaxed, non-cubical environment. But a lot of offices aren’t. And I don’t want to end up in an office like that.

Can I make a living as a stay at home writer? I don’t know. I would really love to one day. Truth be told, at this point I’m not confident enough to find out. Being only two years out of college I feel I need more experience in the working world before I take a step back from it.

Right now I’m happy. Happy with my job, happy with where I am in my life.

And today I’m especially happy, because I’m still in bed.

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