future blog title

it came to me last night.
i couldn't sleep - and in between thoughts of bathroom wall colors, my f-ing sore throatyness, and REGISTRIES :), i realized what the name of my blog will be when i am married and therefore have a different last name.

Drumroll Please....

"THE FONTING OF MOLLY HARTLEY"

get it? after Chace Crawford's 2008 flop of a horror film? and then hopefully the word "fonting" catches on like Gretchen Weiners wanted the word "fetch" to catch on. with better luck though. it will be in the dictionary as: "writing in cute, different, fonts."

bahahah.....i so funny.

winter not-so break

well, I finished some finals, immediately flew to New Orleans to watch the future brother in law kick a football, came back and celebrated a holiday and a couple birthdays, and now am successfully procrastinating TO THE MAX a certain 4,000 word paper due on January 6th. Yes, that is in 8 days. GRRR GRRR GRRR....no fun!

I think I'm just writing this to explain to everyone (hahaha - which sounds like I think a lot of people read this) why I am so M.I.A.

please have faith that one day I will re-enter the social sphere and party like it's 1999. Until that day, I can be found in the law school library, with the seven other losers who waited this long to finish this damn thing.

the requisite engagement picture post :)

Taylor and I went in to Becca's studio this morning to view our engagement pictures!! Besides myself being a tad hungover from my roomie's bday extravaganza and taylor being a bit peeved about his being pulled over on the way to the studio for his window tinting being too dark (yeah, i'm marrying a thug. ain't nothin but a g-thang), we had so much fun seeing them. I was super nervous that I would look chubby and lame in each one, but Becca is talented. Like woah. I have no idea how she does what she does, I am just so happy and lucky. Beyond beyond pleased. Here are a few she put on her blog. (wirkenblog.com ---- also, to see the rest ---and I can't believe I'm actually doing this, this is quite vain -- go to wirkenphoto.com, click "login", scroll down to "Molly and Taylor engagement" and our password is "molly".) Ha. I did it.

becca and i have some beef about this one - she was supposed to photoshop out my sideburn..

a bit cheese - but awesome leaves :) that rhymed.

this is going to be the cover of our photo-book guestbook thingy. lots of negative space so we can super-impose our wedding date on the left. BALLA!!!

Taylor's fave.

...and these are two taken at Il Centro - our favorite restaurant and rehearsal dinner location. "awww."

difficulties in making mature decisions

keeping up with this bloggy blog is a bit tough. my life, is seriously, not that interesting!
having said that, i guess it's time for an update.
Taylor convinced me to go "just see" the breeder and their three litters of puppies a few weekends ago. BAD idea, because we decided that we're going to wait until we live together to get a dog and share the responsibilities equally, so falling in love and having to say no made pretty much no sense, we should have just waited until we were ready to buy a dog until we started "just seeing". AHHH!!! I seriously didn't sleep for three nights after this kennel visit thinking of names for this little guy. But the visit definitely solidified our decision on this breed, and we can't wait to buy a dog from them around this time next year.

I am the dog wheeeesperer. (Bob, the black one on the left was our fave. Betty, on the right, was another favorite. oh God. this is so depressing. i love them so much)
Also, the dog in my lap is Matthew, one of four male puppies named oh so piously - Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. HA!!

he's so sweet! don't worry - we will have one for your entertainment one day! xoxo - my heart-broken self.

best.saturday.ever.

woke up today....to a re-creation of my favorite First Watch breakfast item: the avocado, tomato, bacon skillet (complete with eggs, potatoes, and cheese - HELLO heart attack, I hear ya knockin!) from my gloriously sweet, lovely fiance. and a mimosa. and coffee, and a sprig of mint and orange slices as a garnish. Haha. I never give Taylor enough credit for being so wonderful. I am slowly recognizing a serious fear of being too cheesy and love-y. But there's nothing wrong with that, and I need to embrace my inner cheesedick. So here I am, thanking you publicly Taylor! I love you!

"spotted." xoxo.

Pi Phi pledge class reunion in Manhattan this weekend...very successful tailgate in even more successful t-shirts. (best ever - who knew heathered eggplant could be such a hit??)
Short Synopsis:
Forgot to wear my engagement ring because the night before it looked very nice and shiny so I didn't sleep with it on because I didn't want to un-shine it. And then we had to wake up at 4:45 in the morning to drive to Manhattan - so I forgot it. Insisted on wearing a glove on my left hand regardless of my body temperature to avoid my own personal gossip girl moment in this world : "spotted. molly mccue without her bling. trouble in paradise, taylor and molly??"( -- in Gossip Girl/Kristen Bell's omniscient voice-over voice)
Chesney told me I looked like Michael Jackson, so I took the glove off. I lived.

Moving On:
Ali Moore brought her beautiful, beautiful dog Franklin to the tailgate. He sat on Taylor's lap for 45 minutes. Taylor decides he would like a dog.
I look up breeders for miniature Australian Shepherds...I fall in love. We talk a lot about it and probably are going to wait...but here's some pics - so you, my dear reader, can fully understand the cuteness we're dealing with:

this is a small real-life sample of females available right now...all in Missouri and Kansas. (p.s. - NOT paying that much for a dog - juust wanted to show you those profiles!)
anyways - this is the debate - and the only reason it's even under consideration before we're married is because Harley, Schoon's perfect angelic dog is living under Taylor's roof and would be a great trainer/example for a puppy to grow up around.
Many pros and cons which need to be weighed, but we are so very tempted. :)
Hmmm....we'll see.

Hilary Duff is ruining Gossip Girl for me! Somebody get her outta there! Thank God Chuck's haircut looks so good.

guilty

It's funny, I often recall a very vivid memory of one particular Sociology class, my junior year in high school. We were talking about pop culture - and the recent development and prevalence of these new found "reality tv shows". We were asked to yell out names of such shows and Mr. Johnson wrote them all on the board. And I remember, honest to God, only having heard of two: The Real World, and Survivor. There were maybe 10-20 written on the board by the end of the discussion, including the Bachelor, Big Brother, and some others...and I felt like such a loser for having never heard of them.

I miss that girl.

I mean, what the F is it about the Kardashians, (other than my main man Bruce, obviously) that intrigues me so? Is it the lightning speed at which Kourtney talks? Is it her super suave boyfriend Scott's haircut? Is it Kim and Reggie's fake relationship and their intimate ichats??
Khloe and Lamar Odom's one month courtship and subsequent TV marriage is fascinating, I must say...but were the 100 mile away paparazzi snapshots of the expected 8 bajillion floral arrangements and lavender-clad bridesmaids really worth the $4.00 I spent on a stupid OK! magazine just to sneak a peak of??? The answer is No. And I am so a part of what is wrong with this world.

Hmmm....I'm going to work on this.

i'll join them next time.

Courtney, Davie, and Taylor are doing P90X in our living room. All three of them, standing in a staggered formation.

I joined in on the warm-up but decided it best to sit this one out, because it dawned on me that I would have to shower if I went any further. ehhh..Nu-uh.

So yeah...grab your bands, grab your weights, and get ready to get Xed.
Has anyone ever seen this thing?

For those of you who are not familiar with P90X, neither was I until this occasion...and I must tell you, Joe "the tricep boy", Blonde Dawn with her rippling abs, and of course, Mystic-Tanned Tony, our fearless leader who refers to his 6,000 pound dumbbells as "his weapons" are quite the package. Today is the "arms, shoulders, and abs dvd" day for my fit friends, which I assumed would only last like, 45 minutes, and would conveniently end about 3 minutes before Top Chef starts tonight. Well, I underestimated Tony...I mean, you're getting "Xed, people" by the Rip King, stop your whining and work out for 2 hours. Thank God for Tivo. I hear some moaning...I think it's time for me to go cheer-lead or something.

there's just something so inspiring when Tony (pictured above) peers through that tv screen and screams at my fiance: "get it up! get it up! get it up!".

something i need to get over.

I would rather be cleaning a stranger's bathroom while simultaneously visiting the dentist than talk to a really smart, intimidating, Scottish-raised professor one-on-one in his office.
But I gotta do it! In 15 minutes.
So please, let's all pray that I don't look like Elle Woods with a red face and instead come off as an almost-brunette, incredibly intelligent, second year law student that has researched my paper topic for 2 weeks instead of 2 hours.
bahhhhhh!!!!

pumping iron

My friend Nancy and I joined a gym "as a couple" for the cheaper rate this morning. And I worked out in the morning for the first time ever! And then I got home and couldn't keep my balance from jello-ey muscles. Now I'm craving Goodcents because the courtroom smells like Goodcents. Good day.

thoughts

Question of the day:
How many facebook albums do you think are named "Party in the USA"/some derivation of that song title/some segment of its lyrics? LOTS.
And this phenom is attributable to Miley Cyrus??
OMG.
But I would be a liar if I denied swinging my hips like yeah... noddin my head like yeah... from time to time.
And it's all your fault Brittany Bruns! If you didn't make your tiny dog's head nod I would be able to successfully hate the song like I want to!!
So please, Brittany, take a video of Milly's Miley dance and put it on your blog so the whole world can understand why I can't get through telling the story of her dancing because I'm laughing so hard...I think it will make many people's days.
And what the hell kind of a name is Miley? Gross.

On another note, wedding dress shopping is frustrating.

And lastly, I am very much looking forward to this weekend!

Friday - Plaza Art Fair - one of my favorite events ever.
This year's GOAL: more art, less pineapple infused vodka.

Saturday - Manhattan - my sister's dad's weekend, whole family in attendance.
GOAL: either stay sober enough to avoid any sort of hangover on Sunday and be productive
-or-
get just tipsy enough to experience unnecessary hunger pangs and enjoy a guiltless trip to Pita Pit.

The fact that there is even an alternative to Goal One is horribly ridiculous....but please, try to stay off the edges of your seats until Monday when I report which goal came to fruition.

because eating something that's not that good unless you can't remember eating it clearly justifies a hangover. duh. 

On the brain:

yum...fatty food. i hate weight watchers.

                                               ehhh...natural law and jus cogens?? whatev.

                                                             beer...mmmm...weekend.

the word "menu" is written in a really cute font.

get skinny as this bi-och to fit into one of these.

and lastly, who cares?? i think along with the creation of the blog came the creation of the term: "TMI". sorry.

NOTE: this was an exercise in posting pictures and labels. this took far too long and I still don't get it. someone please tell me why it looks so sloppy.

Here I am, shamefully blogging right now --- and maybe I was a little hard on myself, if I had taken this picture last year at the same time I'd be wearing a Pi Phi t-shirt, not something civilized, and gray - which clearly shows my maturity :). I don't like the font options on this blogger thing. I will most likely spend the next thirty minutes trying to figure out how to change that....and then I'll read International Law. Promise. 

p.s. will a seasoned blogger tell me how to position pictures after you write?? rather than before, to the left or to the right? this is vital!

Terrific.

I got my swim trunks, and my bloggy bloggy. 

I got a blog. I got a blog! 

Everybody look at me cuz I'm writing on a blog. 

-Molly McCue, credit: The Lonely Island

Oh how did I give in so easily? While most bloggers have new homes to showcase, cities to conquer, or travels to document, I sit on the same couch in the same tiny apartment as I have for the past two years, neglecting the same homework that is due in an hour, creating the same self-induced and easily preventable anxiety as last semester and the semester before that.

However, my lack of a strict schedule and excess of down-time often leads to laziness, and I feel that "journaling" in a sense could act as a release, therefore motivating me to stop pouring over wedding blogs and watching Stephen Colbert and start my damn homework. So yes. I will blog. And it will be theme-less and most likely boring.