today, I am going to just say it.

I am dating a man named Jeff. due to that fact that I think he may have googled my name, and maybe knows about my blog, I won't say too much.

three weeks in and it looks promising. no tattoos, no piercings, has a cool job, has never been married, IS NOT CURRENTLY MARRIED, is a huge movie buff, has great taste in food, puts WAY TOO much salt on his food, loves mayo, gets along great with his family, is very close to his family, has started growing scruff on his face because I like it, has put food that he knows I like in his fridge so I will eat it, watched Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure with me because Sarah said it was good and I wanted to see it, lets me cook for him and eats it even if it is not how he likes his eggs, has big soft lips, doesn't push for more than I give, and I have seen his house.

And he rubs my feet when they are cold, grabs the big blue blanket when I get cold, and sometimes he lets me pay.

As my mother so called him, this is Seal Beach, man-Jeff

Quote of the Day:
ME: un, due, tre, quattro, cinque, sei sette, otto, nove, deici.
FONZ: There you go! good job!
ME; that was Italian, not spanish.
FONZ: yeah, you could go to France!

Alfonzeo, is my manager at work.

yesterday

I maybe had the worst cramps in my life. I am talking, could not breath, fell out of the tub, laying motion-less on the floor, cramps from hell.
So, what did I do? Called my mother. Cause she is 6 hours away and can help. She in turn called my sister, who called me. Meanwhile I am still writhing in pain on the floor. Sarah tells me to breath deep and relax, that's all I can do.
THAT'S ALL I CAN DO!?!?!?!?!?!? AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
shortly after all of this and FINALLY my 800 Ibp starts to dull the senses of the ovaries trying to rip themselves from my body, I called mom. (not my mother)
"mom?" (very shaky and broken voice)
"Molly!? WHAT'S wrong, what do you need? what can I do!?"

she went a bought me a heating pad! Bless her soul! and chased after an ice cream truck for me! Now that's is a best friend for ya! So, today, I am thankful for Best Friends!

Quote of the Day (is actually from last Saturday. I promised Matt I would put it up)
while at my brother-in-law's B-day BBQ, two of the 10 kids that were running all over the place, ran into each other.

MATT: uh oh. two kids bumped heads and there is blood.

a few seconds later

MATT: (pointing to one of the other fathers) HAHAHA!!!!! They're BOTH yours!

the other day. . .

I get fed up with people that don't do as I would have them do. and so this time instead of throwing my hands up, I opened my mouth and asked about it.

Bob and I have been having this weird, 4-5 month, flirting, thing. the first time we hung out with people, he nipped at my ear.
Let me just repeat that, HE NIPPED AT MY EAR! And then nothing for 5-ish months. hangout here, geo-caching there. NOTHING!

Then, on sunday, I grew a pair. We talked, and cuddled, and I pushed. BADDA-BING, BADDA-BOOM! I got my puuh of play time.

Quote of That Day.

ME: If I kissed you would you kiss me back?
BOB: Do you want me to kiss you?
ME: . . . That didn't answer my question . . . but yes. I'll put my face right in front of yours and we'll see who looses this battle.

today I was asked a simple question.

I can never give a simple answer.

Quote of the Day.
SIR: Molly, we were all just saying how funny you are! Now, is your sense of humor because you are from Utah, or because you've left Utah? heh heh heh (he thought he was being funny)

Molly: Neither. I was ugly once, so I had to get a personality.

burst of laughter

Molly: You think I am kidding, but I'm not.

today, I got shit done!

I woke up at 10 (I know!) and started cleaning the bathroom, and my room. There is not one scrap of garbage anywhere! Mind you my clothes are still everywhere, but trash gone! I then cleaned the bathroom and took a shower while scrubbing it to the death!

I then got ready, curled my hair, pined it up, MADE a bow to put in my hair, put on make-up, got dressed and peaced out.

Changed my oil, bought new work pants and went shopping for a new tooth brush, mouth rinse, vitamin E, body wash, and I threw a small Snickers egg for good measure. I was $1.18 short. I had another $20 in the car, but before I could run out to go grab it, the lady behind me gave the cashier$1.25. I love people like this! without even the slightest bit of hesitation, she just gave it to the cashier. As soon as I got out to my car, I grabbed $2 and stuffed it in her bag with a big hug and a thank you!

She is living proof that kindness is alive and well in America!

Quote of the Day:
LADY: Here you go, hunny.
ME: Uh . . . Thank you!
LADY: You are welcome sugar! God bless you.
ME: You too! Have a good day!

today, I slept till 2:30

so because I am a lazy mother trucker, and was up till 3 last night, I slept all day. not much has gone on, but the day (for me) is still young-ish.

Oooo, but I did see a young man walking around the book store dressed as the white rabbit and his friend sure is the Mad Hatter.

Quote of the Day:

Mother in the book store as crazy boy's walked past: Nice hat.

today, I was rolled up on at the temple like I was at a bar.

nuff said

New Quote of the Day:
DUDE: So . . . you got a facebook page?

today, milk

So, I made the HUGE mistake of forgetting that I had to be to work at 8 this morning. I realized it at 1:30 am while I was hot tubing it with my friends Mikey and Kyle (also known as BOB. . . not to be confused with B.Y.O.B. who is Brigham).

At 7:50-ish, I fell out of bed grabbed a top and jeans as I rushed out the door and into the car. Driving to work isn't always a breeze, but today God blessed me with all green lights. MY manager, Ricky, glared at me as I walked in knowing that 20 kids were-a-coming in at 9. 20 sweet, energetic, smart ass 5th graders. Ricky, doesn't like kids that are not his own. Much like most of the world. Please do not add me to this grouping, for I love 'em . . . most of 'em.

It's been said that "patience is a virtue," I lost mine while hearing the answers to the questions I asked. A few were very bright, the punk snowboard kid and the red-headed ones funny enough. AND then there was the end table where the most severe cases of "that kid in class" syndrome sat. Text Book Sally, and future Mouth Breather (MB) were by far the . . . spotlight of my day. These kids are learning about artists and to be more specific, Georgia O'keefe. I asked them to tell me all about her. I got a novel out of the first. I literally had time to take a two minute nap. then I got:

The Quote of the Day:
ME: What can you tell me about Georgia O'keefe? You?
MB: MILK!

ten minutes later

ME: Name me different types of cheeses?
MB: MILK!

another ten

ME: Favorite type of pizza?
MB: MILK!
ME: Oh that's right, your THAT kid in class.
The teacher snorted into her lemonade.

today, I had to work

A new year has begun and so it seems a new me also. So, why not a new try at the blog.

Today I worked from 8:15 to 7:45 with small breaks and meals in between. My feet hurt, my head is starting to pound, but I got an hour and a 1/2 of over time! woohoo!

My friend Josh finally admitted that is is dating/in l___ with my other friend Jessica! Great news! I can not tell you of the hours I have spent in the awkward company of those two and no words being spoken. Me not blabbing away . . . unheard of. We all could feel it, and now it is all better!

I don't have work for the next two days, so life will be beach-y and zen filled! Like a jelly filled donut.

And now, for the past hour and ten minutes, I have been over hearing a man yell at his ex over the phone. The world is a soap opera for the watching!

I also have put a new effort into my book. if you see me remind me to write EVERYDAY!


quote of the day: ME: "$20 says his girlfriend slept with his best friend in vegas!"
Girls at table across from me: "you're on."

I am lame on the computer

I mean I rarely do anything other than check my e-mail and facebook pages.

I have no idea on how to make a link for my pictures, so I put them up on my blog for you to browse.

I am writing a book

then I really am! mind you me. it is SLOW going.

"What are YOU writing about," you ask?

well I'll tell you! The dating life of Molly! Ta-da! everything from Bill and the e-mail break up, to the married man with 4 kids and the pregnant wife!

for those of you who are not caught up on that story, welp you are in for a doosy! and you'll either have to ask my mother, or wait till I put it up on here.

sorry I am super bad at posting.

GUESS WHAT I DID!?!?!?!

I am gonna make you guess for a-bout a minute, but because you will guess wrong after ten minutes; I am gonna save us all that time and just tell you.

I have found a few families in Italy!

the soonest I will leave is September, latest being December.
GAAAASPPPP! I did it!, I am doing it! and it will be done!

I is gonna be moving to Italy!

GOO! eh?
EH . . .?

um . . . yup yup yup yup yup . . .

not only am I remembering the muppet show from back in the day, but I am also trying to let you know that the "advise" you just gave me; went in one ear and out the other.

point in case. over the past week. family and people I don't even know have told me to be careful of what I say on the internet via my own blog and face book.
1) I have not put up anything that I would not say to someone's face, and
2) if you don't like it don't read it. I won't be offended. ( mother this goes for you)

I am loving that I am not two different people anymore! sometimes I swear! (GASP) and not to be the bearer of bad news and calling someone out, but mom T & J have had the F word on their FB pages! so there!

love you really I do, and I do what you say most the time, but some times when I am having a really bad day, I just might say "shit balls!" and I do feel better afterwards.

I feel like crap

I really do feel like crap. I hope that I don"t have the swine flu.
I don't but, GOO if I did.
mom, I feel like crap. sicky crap. the kind of crap that I wish that you were here or vice versa, to hold me and make me feel not like crap.

I am working too much and for not enough money.
GOO!

yea, it fine . . .

no it's not. and that is not just me, that is most females. Unfortunately I am a gluten for punishment.
I am very understanding, and I can't wait for something I want; however, I can take only so much. mind you I am no where near my point of bursting.

because it has been so long since my last post, let me fill you in kids.

I work at California Pizza Kitchen, and once a week the Karl Strauss guy comes in to check our beer. It took me well over 6 months to remember his first name, Mike. (really molly, REALLY?) He is a very attractive member of the male sex! One of the girls I work with gets really shy around cute guys and would have to hide so's not to have to run into him. (funny stuff)
ANYWHO; come march, I have sold many a beer and get to go on a beer tour! guess who our tour guide is?

yup

I made him drink all my beers cause I don't like beer AT ALL. Never have never will. (not that it has stopped my friends from trying to make me drink it.) So near the end of the tour, he was a little tipsy and I maybe tricked him into a number exchange. (for which I feel very little guilt) NOW, we all know that I have only had one relationship before or as I will say in the words of Dane Cook "relatin-shit." So Dani took it upon herself to take me under her wing of dating do's and DON'T's.

Mike made the first move. (which is why I don't feel that bad over me tricking him for the number) we went out with his friends. later that week we went to lunch, I asked so I paid. then I was work ing later then I though I was going to and missed his call for a movie night. (I felt so bad!) Texting ensued and I ended up going up to his place at 12! (breath momma) After watching a rather bad movie ( which he picked and the lights were on for most of ) (also, he tried to kill a spider and screamed GOO! I died of internal laughter) we started to watch Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.
during which he kissed me. it was cute . . . and then good.

and I have, LITERALLY seen him once a week for the past three. today we were planning on having lunch at 1:30, and al of a sudden his boos decides to follow him all over town. so here I am sitting in a coffee shop on my 2nd cup of hot water and lemon, curled hair, new dress, make-up on (although the make up is also for work tonight), sitting with my computer, wanting more than I get out of pears.

(I don't like to "shit where I eat" and although Mike is not with CPK, he is a little to close to my plate. So his code name is Pears and only 7 people know that Pears is mike. Everyone else just knows I am kinda seeing some new guy.)

nothing and then take a deep breath and start looking anywhere other than you . . .

I have no idea what either you just said, or what i am doing.

point in case, Just today my momma told me how to upload a picture onto my blog. so here we go. this my mothers BEFORE picture. love you momma!

Goo!

I mean any of the following. 

eww, 

gross, 

sad day, 

oh that was sour, 

oh he was cute, 

oh he was UGLY, 

bitter, 

groggy, 

oh crap!, 

get ya right there, 

sweet, 

nasty.

so have fun trying to find out which one I mean.

Netflicks has saved my life

I mean due to the lack of my social one. 

oh, ouch! I have some cramp-age going on

I really mean, "OH! SON OF A . . . ! WHO HAS SOME FRAK'N IBUPROFEN!?"

yes kids, today I was the evil, mean, moody co-worker who was suffering from PMS. or as I like to term it . . . Potential Murder Suspect.  Pain set in around 3:00 just as people decided "huh, late afternoon lunch? Yes, please!" Me + 8 tables at once + a big helping of pain x (multiply)(for you fools who didn't get it) slow speaking, drink needing, pizza eating, waiter wavers = molly having a semi-bad day.

"What makes a real bad day Molly?" you ask?

I will tell you! (and it is not work related)

spending the day getting ready for a date with a really cute guy, having him come out to meet your friends and go out dancing . . . you look G R E A T, and 20 minutes before he is going to pick you up, he all of a sudden thinks that this would be a great time to tell you about his wife and 3 kids. 

please note: this has not happened to me. I am just saying my day could have SO much worse. I think that would be a really bad day, Plus if you add the PMS, that married man would be a dead man.

Wow and now I am rambling. Frak 

(please also note I used my addiction to BSG and Private Pratice to cope with my bad day. Had Grey's been new I would have watched it to. and now I am to head home to watch The English Patient cause Net flicks saved my life! 

OH! No, yea, cool that you are sort of dating!

I mean GOO! No NO NOOOO! not cool at all! I realize that you live far away and you would much rather have a finished master piece than a work in progress, in fact you should.  But GOO for me! I don't get to call dibbs like you are the top bunk at summer camp. 

I really have no right to be even slightly upset that utah boy is dating a good LDS girl who is planning on going on her mission soon. I hold no bars for no one but myself for being envious that she has seen him more than I have.  and incase you were wondering: 2! 2 times I have seen him! I am crazy, right? crazy for thinking that after seeing someone twice that there is anything there at all, right?

Hi my name is Molly and I am crazy because I am jealous of I girl I have never met because she is dating a boy I've met twice. nice to meet you!

GOO!