m is for mollie b is for booyah

a is for anything: goes because this is my blog!
b is for baked good: cupcakes
c is for career: art teacher, event planner, interior designer, zoo keeper
d is for day of the week: thursday
e is for essentials: mascara and my computer
f is for favorite food: sushi
g is for good: the beach
h is for 'hood: mountain brook
i is for instrument: guitar and piano
j is for jail tv show: locked up raw
k is for kicking butt: me, everyday.
l is for last meal: zoe's chicken salad plate.. yum.. full
m is for mo' money
n is for names: sloan, ruby, teal, milly, lola
o is for the other day: starbucks coffee was on sale
p is for peeps: my friends and marshmallows
q is for quote: "im a black man and im crazy about chicken"
r is for ridiculous: miley cyrus
s is for silly: sunny is afraid of bees
t is for totes ma gotes
u is for under the boardwalk
w is for wish: being asked to be on dancing with the stars
x is for nothing
y is for yearn: to be done with school
z is for zodiac: aquarius

2 things

that make me feel old:

1. when i have to say the phrase "when i was in college...."

2. i want to be good at crossword puzzles.

now let me get back to 42 across...

new

obsession: 1001 rules for my unborn son

many are so true and should apply to all. i particularly love rule #360, #22, #115, & #132. there are more that i love but i didnt write them down. youll have to read them for yourself.

what rules would you add?

two things

1. is this not the silliest thing you have ever seen? look at the other two here.


2. i love to hate this blog. or is it i hate to love this blog? both will do. really though. go take a peek and let me know what you think. i dont think these people are real. but i want to be them. and i hate to say it. ugh. somebody is living my life. (although, im perfectly fine being a presbyterian than a mormon)

the sound of silence

so i have had laryngitis for two days straight now. i cannot even make a sound. i feel handicapped. try teaching gymnastics without being able to talk (or yell). thank goodness i can text and email because no one can hear me on the phone.

yesterday, everyone kept asking me why i was whispering. then they would all whisper back to me when i talked. my class of 6 and 7 year olds mocked me the whole time. but (and let me preface this by saying that some children i teach are really loving, like to give me hugs, say hey to me whenever they see me, etc... and some are just wild and dont pay much attention to anyone).. so anyway, one little girl is in the wild category goes, (we were on beam and i was helping another little girl) "miss mollie" (i turn around to look at her) "i hope you get your voice back" (while she gives me this sincere concerned face). yeah... its that bad. even the wild children feel sorry for me.

and i have to teach a 4h grade art class on friday. yay!

can you hear me now?

i hate when my bread doesnt toast evenly

we finally accumulated enough plates to deem it appropriate that we hang them. tah-dah! there is still room for more (of course). ps. im going to let you in on a little secret: those flowers on the table only cost $3 at publix. and they last a long time.


haiku monday:

april is freezing
yellow powder makes me sneeze
will my plants survive

thank you and goodnight

is it just me?

or is there something disturbing about this?