Jump Jump, sir!

I had no idea trampoline was an Olympic sport. Did you? I didn't. So I looked it up on YouTube, naturally.

Here is a video of the 1st place winner in the Finals for the 2004 Athens Olympics.




He jumps so high! Dear Lord!!!

Also, in approx 24 hrs...I will be an Aunt. Yep. Countdown to baby Lyndie is almost over cause baby Lyndie is almost here.

Missy and Rod!

One of my favoritest people in the world is one of my BFF's, Melissa. I also am very fond of her husband Rod. Yep, I like their dog Elvis too.

Missy started a blog!!!!!!!!!!!

So go read it:

Rod and Missy!!

Oh Carrie...

I like Carrie Underwood. I used to hide this fact. But not anymore. I'm not ashamed. Nope.



I own both of her CD's. I like her. I like her despite that fact that my family was bumped from our table a restaurant so she could sit in the back with her friends and not be noticed. I like her despite that fact later that same evening, she knocked our waitress into a table, purely on accident....



I like her. I listen to her a lot when I get homesick. Yes, I'm from Texas but I was not raised on any form of country music. Occasionally there was some Patsy Cline playing...but not very often. I think it's because of my sister. My sister listens to country music. She lives a very small town, way out in East Texas, where there is nothing but tall trees and squirrels.



This week I am especially missing her because she's having a baby!!!! So I've been listening to a lot of Carrie Underwood already, and it's only Monday.



Her due date is August 4th, but the doctor is going to be out of town so she will be having the baby this Friday, August 1st no matter what. Yep. Small enough town to only have 1 baby doctor to deliver babies. Not kidding.



So in honor of Baby Lyndie's big day here is a Carrie Underwood song all about a little baby girl:

Well nevermind. Carrie Underwood doesn't allow the embedding of her music videos from YouTube.

Carrie. Don't lose me know....

Dear Co-Worker,

Good morning. What a pleasure to see you on the bus this morning!

That's called sarcasm.

It was not a pleasure to see you on the bus this morning. Well, it wasn't awful actually seeing you, but the you trying to make conversation thing is where the pleasure ended.

Let me explain.

We talk at work. All the time. You and everyone else gather at my desk to talk about your lives and complaints about work. And at work, that is okay. In fact it's more than okay because one of my job duties is to be your friend. Those are my bosses words.

That friendship ends outside our big metal office doors. It also does not exist before I walk through those big metal doors early in the morning.

I am an actress/improvisor/writer/musician it is hard enough for me to run reports and mess with numbers all day. I need my iPod time in the morning to psych myself up. I don't want to talk to you. It's not personal. Promise.

Well, for some of you it is personal. But that's for another letter.

Regards,
Molly

Some People Have Too Much Time On Their Hands

And to them I say,

Thank you.

Day=Made.

It's early. I am only an hour into my workday, but my day is already complete.

I work near The British School Of Chicago (also near Cabrini Green...woot!). Many a morning I see the childrens in their uniforms walking to school.

On this particular morning a dad and daughter were walking in front of me. They were talking and the little girl was waving her arms wildly and freely. They both began to move a little more excitedly and as they walked, turned to each other and high-fived. Small as that may seem, it may be the sweetest thing I've seen happen in awhile. I was reminded of my dad, (what up Frank!) taking me to school, and how special and awesome it was.

Awwwwwwwwww....

Later on in the walk I passed them from the other side of the street. The dad let the girl walk by herself to the front of the school, and he walked away before the other kids could see him. I'm sure it was because the daughter felt "cooler" that way. In one morning he showed her love AND gave her some independence. That's a special dad.

I miss my dad. When do I get to hug him? Oh yeah...NEXT WEEK!!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaay!

Get ready Chicago. Frank and Karen are coming to rock you silly.