C-Ya

As of ten o'clock tomorrow morning I am gone until late Monday afternoon. I cannot be reached by cell phone or e-mail because I will be too busy sitting on my parents back porch drinking sweet tea and margaritas. Don't even bother trying. Know that it's nothing personal, it's just vacation. Even the dogs are excited:

Mommee! Daddee! and Mollee!

Grandmaw said ant mollee is kuming hom tumorow. We get to see ant mollee. YAY! Mommee, when will we see yu? Daddee, when will we see yu? We miss yu gize a hole, hole bunch.

Yesterday morning was krazee. It stormed bad. Reel bad. The sky wuz blak and the trees’ branchiz wer tuhching the ground. It haled and rained and thunderd and litening lit up the sky. We wer so skared, but Grandmaw held us klos. I wuz shaking a little, but she made us feel better. The day started skaree and ended in a bunch of fun. We helped Grandmaw all day while she did stoopid human stuff like kleening klosets and such. We helped by bringing toyz and keeping her entertaind. It was hard werk, but she likd it.

Guess what? Grandmaw wayd us this morning. I am 3 and ½ lbs. Sorree, but I’m tu tired to figyer metric wate tunait. Du yu think I luk fat? Novitskee is 8 lbs. and about 1 oz. Granmaw said mommee should be happee. Are yu happee, mommee? Humanz weri uhbout wate tu mutch. Mabee its all those anorexik aktrisses on television. We did not take a nap all day. Granmaw had so mutch kooking to du and we had to go to Grate Granmaw’s twais taims. And ther wuz a long, long walk. We are so sleepee!! Novitskee has been sleeping on hiz bak with hiz feet up in the air between Grandmaw’s and Grandpaw’s pillos. Sillee boy. Grandmaw made homade kalzone for dinner. What’s kalzone? Is it laik green beens?

See ju reel soon,

Herms and Novits

Love you. Mean it. Peace out.

Dogs That Blog...

You may remember a post from a couple of weeks ago that was a blog written by my niece and nephew, the Yorkie's. There have now been six blogs written by the dogs while they are staying at grandma's, aka my parents house. This may be the best one.

Helo evribadi,

Wel, tuday started off intresting. Novitskee’s sessive kumpulsiv disorder kickd in. Win grandmaw left for skul we wer sad. She had to go giv exams. I wanted to go and git an exam, but she said I wuldn’t like it. After she left, Novitskee klimbed into a pillowkas waiting to be washed. Win grandpaw kam hom from a pointment he kudn’t find Vitskee….

This is Nowitski speaking. I took the keyboard from Hermione because she is not getting the story quite right. I was not; I repeat – I was not suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder this morning. I was simply exercising my first amendment right to free speech and protesting Grandmother’s departure. Some people protest by wrapping in a flag. I was using a pillowcase. That’s all it was. I repeat. That’s all it was. I repeat. That’s all it was. I repeat. That’s all it was. I repeat. Now that I’ve said that four times, I will take Hermione into the other room for her spelling lesson. I think we can all see she needs it.

Tuda, wuz krazy. Grandmaw went to give exams, but she got sick and had to come home. We were sorri she felt bad, but wer glad to see her. She went back to start a nuther exam and then came home earli. We lade on the sofa with her all afternoon and helped mak her better. Vitskee is giving me spelin lessons. Ther he gos, being all misogynistic. Just bekaws I chus not tu use spelin men invented to keep us in our plas. Boyz!!

Luv,

The uhdorable wunz

Nowitski is the male dog who is also extremely feminine and obsessive, and Hermione is the female dog who is stubborn, always right, and playful. Like her mother. And grandmother. And great-grandmother. And Aunt. I'm noticing a trend...

My Public Apology and Also, Celebration.

I finished my second screenplay! Writing this one was different, I don't know why. I've even already started revising it. The first one I haven't looked at since I finished. I was a little bummed out to tell you the truth. In Grigg's writing class, the last class (when we've all finished...well, come close anyway) is really exciting. We get to hear how everybody's wraps up. Of course, I had to work during our last class and didn't make it until the last hour. We barely had time to read through mine, let alone the fact that I didn't get to hear the end of everyone else's. But....it's done folks. :)

Here comes my apology:

While writing this script I have uttered this phrase to one too many people:

"That's sounds fun! I shouldn't go out tonight though, I really need to work on my screenplay."

I have missed a lot of parties, shows, dinners, breakfasts, and movies in the last few months. I should make apologies individually, but there are just too many phone calls and e-mails I would have to make in one night.

So Tahnee, Alexandra, Shauna, Mariana, Mom, Michael, Sherman, James, Tahnee (again), Thomas, Tahnee (again...), Alexandra (yes, again...), Rachel, Dad, several of my unnamed coffee shop partners and my sketch show buddies, I'm sorry for missing so many things. I'm sorry I came to rehearsal very unprepared (that's to the sketch show peeps). You'll be happy to know that my script is finished and no longer takes priority (although it is still around). I promise to try and manage my time better in the future. :) I love you all dearly.

As for today, I'm sick, sitting my butt on my bed and watching the Sopranos. I Netflixed the first season...it occurred to me after the second episode that I've actually seen the first season. I didn't even remember that I watched it when it first came on, but apparently I did.

ALSO, random event of the day: A man came into unnamed coffee shop today. He had just traveled to Texas. I asked him whereabouts in Texas. He said, a smallish town...named Rowlett. That smallish town is my home town. What are the odds????? Freaky...

One of those days...

We all have them. You don't know why, but you just get in a funk and everything stinks. Well, today was one of those days for me. Until...I came home to find this e-mail from my mom:

Helo mommee and dadie (and ant mollee who deserted us two go two shicago)

Novitskee and I wanted to start a blog, but grandmother says its too danjerus for yorkees to bee on the internet. Wee miss u of kors, but we are having funn. Wee promis to keep this short for dadee cause we kno he dusn’t like to reed too much words.

Saterday was fun. We playd and walked 3 milz. We lik green beens. Will u git us sum? Sunday granmaw and granpaw wer home all day. Thay took us walkin and two grate granmaws house and to pet smart. Peepol luvd us. We saw 2 big rackoons on the back porch.

Yesterday thay wer both veri busee, but thay playd when they kud. We kept the kats kumpany. Today we went tu get byootiful and thin sat in granpaws lap and helped him with inshurans. Wat is inshurans? Granmaw came home erlee just for us! Weer playing and playing and playing!!!!!!!

Luv,
us

My sister's dogs are staying with my parents for a few weeks while she is out of town. My mom decided to update my sister and fiance on the progress of the dogs...she sent it to me as well. She knew it was one of those days. So sweet my mother is. And a little cheesy :).

This is the only picture I could find of the pups. My mom is in the picture too, obviously:


Dogs make me happy :).

A Very Chicago Weekend...

I think I may have just had one of the most Chicago themed weekends...ever.

It started off Friday at Looptopia. Most everything we tried to go see was packed. We caught some bands and spent some quality time discussing paintings at the Art Institute.


Saturday, Tahnee and I went to neighbor day at Wrigley Field. We got to eat hot dogs and picnic on the field. We even took pictures on home plate. It was mucho fun.


The whole weekend culminated in a Sunday filled with improv, and Chicago is a very improvy sort of town as you know. My Sundays are always filled with improv. I don't stop until about ten Sunday night.

It was also Mother's Day. Hope you wished your mom well.

As for today, I just finished watching the Office from last Thursday. Usually I call Thursday my date night. It's my permanent date night with John Krasinski. As of late, I've had to Tivo him and reschedule his loving. Thank God for Tivo. Thursday was so good. Two words:

Go Pam.

Say how you feel girl. People don't do that enough, including myself :). I cried at the end of that stupid episode. I'll admit it. Maybe I'm a little crazy or just super tired, but It was a heartfelt little speech. I'm sad that next week is my last new date with John until next season. Good thing I bought him on DVD. That way, even though we both have tremendously busy schedules, we will always be able to make a little time for each other. That's how relationships work.

Dear Foot Goddess,

How are you? I hope you are well.

Look, I know I have flat feet. I know that I wear shoes that are horrible for my feet including flip-flops, ballet flats, and raggedy old running shoes. I know these things.

I'm writing you to ask that you please take away the swelling and bruising on my left foot. I really don't think I deserve it. I have been very good about jogging every other day and because of this annoyance I had to give up my healthy routine this morning. Why and how can you cause me so much grief?

Please consider my plea. I like to exercise. It's sick. I know. Please don't keep me from the one thing I love. That and trashy reality television.

Yours Truly,

::insert signature::

Molly

P.S. I bought some good new tennis shoes last night to help the situation. See, I am making an effort!

Trivial Pursuit is Fun...

Even though I never know the answer, I like to consider myself at least a little savvy when it comes to trivia fun. We played in teams Friday night, and believe me, even though there is power in numbers, it was still difficult. In conclusion, I've decided that the answer to every question in Trivial Pursuit is Wilt Chamberlain.

Is it Wilt Chamberlain?

Yes, Johanna, I swear it is Wilt Chamberlain. Who else could it be?

Molly, I was actually the first one to suggest Wilt as an option. I'm beginning to doubt. Ef it, It's Chamberlain all the way....maybe.

Well, guess who got a pie for guessing Wilt Chamberlain? We did.

Pick Me Up...

When you're feeling low,

When you have nowhere to go,

When things are blue,

When work and improv (or your drug of choice) have finally gotten the best of you,

Just do what I do.

Drop a few of these...


...into a glass of this...


...and think of your grandmother (or whoever you like the most). I promise a smile will cross your face.

This post was inspired by a very not-so-awesome, but somehow still productive and pleasant few days last weekend.

Go. Mavs.

'Twas a Good Night...

Well, after a semi-good, semi-crappy last several days and a level 4 iO show that...well, happened ;), a very wonderful thing happened tonight. The Dallas Mavericks decided not to lose and go for one more game. It's the first round. They made the right decision.

I had made friends with a girl named Julie who works at another location of unnamed coffee shop. Just yesterday we discovered we had a Dallas connection, and more importantly a Dallas Maverick connection. I very happily spent the evening on her couch with her friend Eric, also from Dallas, and cheered on our boys. Yea for random connections and good basketball.

Also, this is my one hundredth post. Whoa.