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Name: Molly
State: Ohio
Birthday: 1/20/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, cooking, sports, laughing, and reality TV.
Expertise: Jack of all trades but master of none.
Occupation: Compliance Specialist
Industry: Research
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AIM:  bignerd33
Member Since:
9/29/2004
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| Aqua Girl's Amphibian Journey... As if drawn by some magical unrealistic force (otherwise known as evolution), Aqua Girl dries out her gills and heads to land. And of course by land, we specifically mean pavement. We meet back up with our heroine as she leads an army of her superhero friends into the footrace of a lifetime. For a grueling 13.1 miles will she and her amazing companions battle. Not against any flesh and blood foe mind you, but agains their own villainous self-doubt and laziness. The site of this momentus brawl will be in the land of the valiant Buckeyes on October the 19th. She will be ready, will you? Same old, same old... Other than the upcoming Columbus Half Marathon with my Bible Study, there isn't a whole heck of a lot going on in my life. The drudgery of work continues day after day after day. Now that it is back to school time I'm reminded of a period of my life when that meant something to me. Dan will be starting up his classes at the Seminary in a couple of weeks. That just means I'll see him even less than I do now. We sort of work opposite hours most of the time. But I'm happy that he loves it and is doing so well. It always makes me feel terrific to see someone that I care about doing exactly what the Lord has called them to do. Now if only that person could be me. Bring on the fall... Or rather has it already been bra-ough-ten? Okay, so obviously I'm terrible at conveying slang in a blog. But what I mean is that this weather lately is creeping me out. It might as well already be November with all this chill and misty rain. I don't know for sure if I believe in global warming, but I'm beginning to come around. Doesn't it make the hot hotter and the cold colder? Either way, it reminds me of the turning point in a sci-fi novel when things start to get weird. So here's to the strange weather, and let's all hope that it's a George Orwell kinda thing. Because honestly, who wouldn't want to be in one of his novels? By the way, how many of the millions of people that watch the reality show Big Brother do you think realize that it was originally based on a book? I'm guessing not very many. That's sad. Go Buckeyes! | | |
| Can I get serious for a minute? If you love me funny, maybe you’ll love me serious. If you don’t even love me funny, then you have a severe lack of a sense of humor. And finally, if you can’t laugh at that last comment, then you don’t know me very well. Anyways, here it is. You may not like politics, or follow it much, but in some form or another I have no doubt that you know that a woman, a black man, and a republican were running for president this year. Now, don’t get all worked up, I know it sounds like the beginning of a joke, but I said I would be serious and I’m going to be. I am disheartened this week that Hilary Clinton lost her candidacy to be the democrat up for president. I wouldn’t call myself a feminist, nor for that matter would I typically call myself a democrat. What I do call myself is a Christian, college educated, middle class, young, married woman. I assign myself these roles because they are true. However, I think our culture has a different take on them than I do. For example, I am a Christian, a believer in Jesus, set free from sin by His death on the cross. I am a new and holy creation because of Him. This is how I view my faith. My church acknowledges my faith and me as an accessory to my husband with opinions that are neither wanted nor expected, but allowable in the confines of a women’s Bible Study. Of course that Bible Study has to be written by Beth Moore because no woman in our congregation is capable of leading a study on the actual Bible herself because they are not encouraged to do so. I am more than what my “religion” sees me as. Hilary Clinton, in her speech after losing to Obama, said herself that she was not running for president because she was a woman, she was running for president because she believed herself to be the best person for the job. How many of us, myself included, were able to see that about her? She saw the role that Americans gave her, a woman running for president, and never let herself believe that that was all that she was. And you know what? It wasn’t. Maybe someday we as a people will be able to look past all of the cultural bias that we are taught to believe as children and see people for what they are capable of, instead of what they are limited by. I will end with some cheese, so prepare yourself. You, the person reading this post (if there are any reading it), are more than what you are now and more than what you are seen as. Your worth is great. It is great to God, it is great to this country, it is great to the people you see everyday. Have the courage to do something with your greatness, starting with seeing the greatness in others. | | |
| Sometimes you wanna go, where everybody knows your name... As in Boston. As in Dan and I are going to Boston for our One Year Annivesary, or as I like to call it our Molly and Danniversary Year One. There is so much to do there and we'll be staying right in the city. I've always wanted to see the Big Green Monster at Fenway. That of course means that we spent a lot of money on some Red Sox tickets. Usually our big splurges are on groceries so I think we can treat ourselves this one time. The Cheers Bar is also in Boston, there are Charles River boat tours, a theater district, some fabulous seafood restaurants, and lots of historical sights and museums. I'm really looking forward to it. I can't believe that it has almost been a year already. I am happy. Husband and Wife, place your bets... So 2008 has been moving pretty fast so far. Including the little wager that Dan and I have with each other. Some of you might be fully aware of it already, but I'd like to fill in the rest of the world because I find it a riot. And as we all know, you can't riot alone. So here are the seperate terms, we each have a different bet with each other. If Dan can grow his hair longer than mine or if I tap out and can't take it anymore and tell him to get it cut, he gets the gaming system of his choice. As it currently stands, that would be a Wii, but it's entirely up to him. On my end, if I can make it through 2008 without having a single drop of any kind of pop, Dan has to accompany me on a $400 all day shopping spree and keep a happy attitude about it. Basically we are both on track at the moment, which means that I crave pop almost all of the time and Dan has poofy hair. There is an honor system here, if I do slip up and have some I will fess up and he's not allowed to chop off my hair at night while I'm sleeping. Just so you know, I'm gonna win both of them people. Trying to find a house to rent in Ashland is like [enter appropriate analogy here]... Beating a dead horse? Easier said than done? Turn the other cheek? Oh, I don't know, basically it sucks. There is definately a low standard in this town of living conditions. Everything is mega old, run down, smells funny, has strange wallpaper/carpeting, terrible parking, and/or useless 1920's appliances. I miss being in a modern city desperately. I think we have finally found a place that is tolerable. But of course now we have to fill out rental applications, move, switch our utilities, and be generally annoyed and frustrated for the next month. Someday, someday we will own a house. And it will be fabulous. Until then, I guess that we will just have to be fabulous and our rental house will be mediocre at best. | | |
| This post is dedicated to why childhood was easier than adulthood...
Literary expectations.
I'm sure if I was say 12 years old and had infinite time after school to do whatever I wanted (think about how long a day used to seem when you were younger), I could post about a cute boy I know and all the things that make me roflmao. But at this point in my life, I find that I would like to distinguish myself from all of the silly, pointless blogs out there. Instead I strive for a clever, pointless blog. Thereby greatly decreasing my availability of postable material. It sounds like a good excuse for how overdue this update is doesn't it?
Volcanic eruptions, the good, the bad, and the just plain weird.
Here's what I mean. Homemade backing soda and vinegar paper mache volcano that I made in 5th grade, good. Real erupting volcano, bad. When you super heat the water in your mug for your tea at work and then scald the crap out of yourself when you dip your teabag in the water and it spontaneously erupts half of a foot out of the cup, just plain weird. I have never seen anything like that before. When I took the mug out of the microwave the water was steaming, but not bubbling. I put it on the shelf and proceeded to place the teabag into the water. The minute the teabag touched the water, all of the contents of the mug shot straight into the air like a boiling geyser of pain. Ouch.
Simpler is actually better you know.
Do you remember that feeling of playing Mario 3 at a friend's house after school? It was such an adventure and challenge. Do you remember reading the instructions in the packet that came with the game? No you don't, because you didn't need too. It was easy, see koopa, jump on koopa. Nowadays there are three times as many buttons as there used to be and 10 times as many moves that your guy can make. While I can appreciate the better graphics and improved gameplay as much as the next uber nerd girl, occasionally I would like to pick up a new game and just play it without any instructions or elaborate in game story set up.
P.S. The kabooki suit was the best, just try to disagree with me.
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| Well it has been a year hasn't it? I'm not sure that anyone even reads little ol' Xanga anymore seeing as how there are tons of new fangled blogs out there. But I tell you what, I've tried the Facebook thing, scorned the MySpace thing, and eventually I have found my way home. And trust me when I say that there is no place like home Toto. You see, on Facebook I'm just another face. Even the cool kids from high school want to be friends with me. But I'm not really into being a number on somebody's "blog" a.k.a. place to post drunken photos and take contrived quizzes. Here at Xanga is my meat and potatoes. Enough use of cliche language? Yes. Moving on. What's new, pussycat? Lots and nothing all at the same time. I'm living in Ashland, Ohio with Dan. He's my husband these days as you can tell from the profile pic....picture, sorry, I'm in a Facebook slang recovery group to work on that. I do have a job that does not involve a cash register. Unfortunately because of what I am doing I won't be bringing it up much, but you could consider me a spy if you would like. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. Joking aside, I am enjoying what I do for a living for once. I had a serious health scare not to long ago, I might go into it some other time. Of course if you have ever read this blog before you would know that I'm not one for serious topics, so don't hold your breath. I'm in a terrific Bible study and have made some good friends here. It's for sure the smallest town I have ever lived in with the smallest ideas. I have been trying to cook dinner a lot more, I promise to keep you updated on those disasters. And so on and so forth, that's probably enough general boring update stuff.....I really only used that title for a sneaky way to put an almost swear word in my post. Giggle, giggle. Aqua Girl Returns! This time we find our Heroine entrenched in the wicked battle against letting herself go. Let's face it, she's married now (we, dear reader, should probably be calling her Aqua Woman) and it comes with the territory. She has joined team with several other heroines in a training program of epic proportions, that is, twice a week for 2 hours each. Aerobics of the water variety. Are you poo-pooing this yet? Yeah, okay. I'm outta practice. Stay tuned until our next episode. And for goodness sake people, register to vote and get informed about the candidates instead of blindly following what you have been told to do. This will be an interesting election to say the least. | | |
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