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.