Friday, October 31, 2008


You know what irritates me ...

getting blamed for something I have no control over, such as:
  • other people's expectations not getting met
  • other people's annoying actions
and especially
  • other people's own anxieties getting amplified because of my own
Yea, I know I am an exceedingly anxious person. Sorry to be the repeater of old news, but I am. I worry about money. I worry about making the right choices. I worry about making serious mistakes that could adversely effect other people. I worry about my kids and their happiness and how they'll turn out. I'm uber aware of my own insecurities and how they rear their ugly little heads when I try to prove my worth. And, yes, I'm annoyingly consistent with my constant refrain of "I'm not worthy!" "What's the point of me!" I get it; it gets real old. Fast.

I get it!

But guess what, that's me! Take it or leave it!

And you can stack those flaws right up there with my insanely strong capacity for empathy, my over-riding sense of charity, my willingness to extend myself for someone else and my characteristic in-the-moment, super-charged exuberance.

I'm the one who doesn't wait to be asked, but pitches in and helps out. -- no thanks or accolades needed. I'm someone people turn to when they want a sympathetic ear, to give them kind advice without judgment or censure -- when I can offer some. I'm the one driving OTHER people's kids here and there because they know they can count on me. My flaws and strengths are pretty much different sides of the same coin. And quite frankly, I can't imagine being any other way.

So when you have the misfortune of seeing me crab about, grousing "The sky is falling and I haven't a clean enough cave to hide in", by all means do not point your finger at me and say "YOU are the problem" and "YOU are the reason everything is so gloomy" ...

... be sure to point that finger right back at yourself and say, "Well, aren't those the exact same feelings I was having --- I just didn't want to hear them said aloud."

Saturday, October 25, 2008

new favorite artist

Judith Owen. On so many levels, she rocks!

Check out her awesome parody of good ole' Sarah ... she really nails it!


Friday, October 24, 2008

time for a good stiff drink ...

... or two.

At this point I refuse to keep count. It's Friday, it's been a very long week, my house is a mess, and I'm ready to have some friends over to crack open a bottle. Or two!

Damn, I'm glad it's Friday!

Cheers to you all!

xxooxx Mollygras

Friday, October 17, 2008

trekking north

It's that time again ... our semi-annual Ladies' weekend up at the lake.


I plan on eating lots of chocolate, wearing my fuzzy plaid jammy pants and drinking plenty of wine all weekend long! And I don't have to cart anyone else around for the next 48-72 hours!

Friday, October 10, 2008

moms with sticks

My newest obsession ... learning to play field hockey!

Yep, it allows me to run my rather ample behind around while chasing down other moms with their sticks (or dads -- it's a bit of a co-ed thing) while trying to take a very hard ball away. I wear pigtails, cleats, shin guards, a mouth guard, and carrying a rather swanky pink stick ...

And boy can I really pack a mean wallop with that bad boy!

But the problem with learning a new sport as an old lady is constantly experiencing frustration and/or cognitive dissonance between what your brain calculates and the timing of your physical moves.

For example, I would LOVE to look like this when I play on the field (that would be me, in the red):

Pretty fierce and amazing looking, huh?!

But alas, I end up looking more like this (again, that would be me--in red--on the ground!)...

The laws of gravity are harshest for those with ample girth!!

So I must continue with my current crusade to learn this game and get better at it because I absolutely LOVE whacking things with big sticks!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


Instead of enduring more depressing news via NPR, the kids and I opted for iTunes instead.

Their pick: "Disturbia" by Rihanna.

Ummmm, to my mind, that's a little too apropos.

Next time, I'll suggest we try to fool ourselves; we should listen to Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World"!