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Fri 01/19/2007
fell in love with a rodeo king

I was with [name deleted :)], and we were in a hotel room somewhere, and he had me up against the wall and we were making out, and of course I was enjoying this, but then I was thinking, "I wonder if he has a condom. I will not have sex with him unless he has a condom." And then I had to go to the bathroom or something and when I got back, he was on the phone, and I was like, "Why are you on the phone? Is that a girl?" He said, "Well I was just telling the girls I met earlier that I wouldn't be able to meet up with them. You don't want me to meet them, right? They were just giggly girls." And I admitted that no, I did not want him to meet up with them, and then I asked him how many other women he had been with, and he said, "Well, I have been with four other women, and one turned me down, so four out of five." And I was so happy with this remarkably low number – he must want meeeeeeeeeee! – that I gleefully jumped on the bed with him. At which point he rolled over, took off his shirt and said, "I am going to seduce you," and grinned. And then he ran his hand up the length of my leg, because I was suddenly naked, and it got me so hot and ... ready, if you know what I mean, and I think you do, AND THEN THE DAMN ALARM WENT OFF. I WAS SO MAD.

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I read something somewhere (that I do not really remember and can't link to; thus you cannot prove me wrong...heh) that "gifted" children are statistically more likely to turn into "normal" adults than "gifted" adults. As a former gifted child, I have been thinking a lot about this, and I think I will eventually write a post about it, but so far today I have been distracted by the Grey's Anatomy forums at Television Without Pity. So maybe later.


Posted by Molly at 12:27 PM EST
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Sun 01/14/2007
something told me I just might stay

In an area of Elk Falls, not far from Campbell River, BC, Rod reflected back on childhood memories splashing around in the refreshing water chiselled into the local rock. A chiselled Brind'Amour holds the Stanley Cup. (Mike Bolt/HHOF)

The caption? Hilarious.

Also, who knew that Mr. Universe was under the #17?

(From http://www.hhof.com/html/exSCJ06_07.shtml)

I was going to write a real entry -- really -- but that was on Thursday, and then I didn't, and now I don't feel like it.


Posted by Molly at 12:52 AM EST
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Tue 01/02/2007
go home, said the man in the moon, go home

The puck stopped dropping halfway down...which was the way it was supposed to be. And that was sort of disconcerting. Also, with a sellout crowd (okay, that was tickets sold, not actual fans, but still) DID I REALLY NEED TO SEE WHO I SAW? I think not. It has caused all sorts of angst. And it is not even someone who should cause angst. Very annoying. I mean, if I had not walked in that particular entrance, and then looked back just as I was starting to go up, I wouldn't even have known. Also, it would have been nice if the Hurricanes could have managed to win. Oh well.

Last year, I was very happy at New Year's. New Year's Eve was lovely, and I had stuff that I was looking forward to, and blah blah blah. And then 2006 kind of sucked, with the exception of those two PCL road trips in April and September. Hee! Those were fun! (And I got a decent job, but that sort of cancels itself out, since I HATE DOOK WITH AN UNHOLY PASSION.) So then maybe it is not a bad thing that the celebration to welcome 2007 was decidedly mediocre. Although I do have to admit, so far ... not so good.


 


Posted by Molly at 12:28 AM EST
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Sat 11/18/2006
hail to the brightest star of all

This is a cool picture.


However, I call foul. (Or icing. Whatever.) The only people who should get their names on the Cup are the players. You could make a case for the owner, who (presumably) had a hand in assembling the team, but I still think it should just be the players.

Included on this particular list is the name of the media relations director, and I’m sorry, but his name should not be there. And I’m not just saying that because he graduated from Carolina with a journalism degree the same year I did and now he has his name on the Stanley Cup while I’ve been screwed over not once, but twice (at least), by baseball. Clearly I picked the wrong sport, but that’s neither here nor there.

 

Seriously, though. Just the players. They are the only ones whose names should be on there.

 

And finally, go Heels.

 


Posted by Molly at 3:17 PM EST
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Wed 11/08/2006
when you think tim mcgraw

I think that it is funny there is a song about Tim McGraw, firstly because he's still a current figure, not a historic icon or something like that; and secondly because I do think of somebody when I think Tim McGraw.

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Continuing my "Being Meredith Grey" theme, I seem to have misplaced my black panties. The last time I remember having them was in the hotel room in New Orleans, but I don't think any of the guys who paraded through there (only one of whom I did anything with, thank you, except kissing, I did kiss two of them, although actually one I was really drunk and not aware of it, and HE STARTED IT) would have taken them. I'm not sure, though, and that sounds better than if I lost them somewhere boring, like in the course of doing laundry or something...


Posted by Molly at 7:30 PM EST
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Sun 10/29/2006
it seems I found the road to nowhere

I decided to be Meredith from Grey's Anatomy for Halloween. I decided this for several reasons. First, I love that show unnaturally. Second, this is an easy and cheap costume, just buy some scrubs and I already own lacy black panties -- and scrubs will make good pajama pants. Third, I can identify with Meredith: she is in love with an asshole, even though she knows she shouldn't be. And you know how I love assholes.


The first party I went to, most people just thought I was a generic doctor. The one person who got the GA thing asked where my Mr. McDreamy was. I thought: "Woman, it is Doctor McDreamy." I said, "Well, he is certainly not at this party."


Before I went to Saturday night's party, I went to the hockey game. During one of the TV timeouts, the gameday entertainment staff (or whoever) aired video of all the players saying what they were going to be for Halloween. (I love this kind of thing. Take that, Dave Chase.) Most of the players said, "Uh, my wife usually takes care of that stuff." So Cam Ward's wife gets on there and says, "He's going to be Dr. McDreamy from Grey's Anatomy." (This is probably better than Ray Whitney's wife: "He's going to be Steve Yzerman." Hee!) Anyway, I turned to Kevin (who already knew what I was going to say) and said, "Oh, that's perfect, Cam Ward is my McDreamy." Kevin pointed out that, you know, Cam Ward is married, but this just fits with the whole story, since McDreamy was married until two episodes ago, and anyway, Cam Ward's wife can be Addison.


My McDreamy was not at the second party, either.


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I had a dream about NSG last night. I think I dreamed about him because the Hurricanes played the Tampa Bay Lightning, and I met NSG for the first time in Tampa. And I went to the wrong hotel, because he had given me the wrong directions, and I didn't have a cell phone then, so finally I called him from a pay phone and he said, "You're at the wrong hotel. I knew you would do that. The guy at the front desk gave me the wrong directions. I already yelled at him. Anyway, come to this other hotel. You'll have to valet it because the Lightning are playing at home tonight, and you won't find parking." 



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Sun 09/10/2006
put me in coach, I'm ready to play

An amusing conversation that happened at the end of a baseball season, in the lobby of the team hotel, between my favorite coach (C), me, and my aforementioned friend "Sarah."   

 

C: What did you do last night? Did you go out?  

M: We got in some trouble.   

C: Did you go out with my players?   

S: Yeah, they were talking about you.   

C: About me? What were they saying? Were they mad at me?   

M: I think one of them was.

 

(He was pissed because he got taken out after 75 pitches. “He told me my back hurt, and that’s why I was coming out. What is that? Seventy-five pitches in seven innings? My back was fine.”)

 

C: Oh, him. Yeah, he’s a wild one. So who was talking about me then?  

M: Well, it was more like impressions.   

C: Oh, I see.   

M: It was [redacted], I think; he was doing impressions. 

C: (laughs) So why didn’t you call me [to tell me you were coming here]?   

M: Well, we wanted to surprise you.   

C: Yeah, I was warming somebody up, and I looked over and hey, there’s Molly and Sarah. I was surprised. That made my day.  

 

[Redacted] gets off the elevator, sees us, grins, and waves, as he walks off like the cocky little about-to-be-a-big-leaguer that he is.

 

C: Was he out with you last night?   

S: Uh. Yeah.   

M: Sarah liked him. Sarah likes pitchers.   

S: Well, it’s not like Molly was alone.   

C: Oh, really? Who were you with?   

S: I think you know. 

M: Yeah, you know.   

C: [Nickname redacted]? Was it [redacted]?   

M: (nods)   

C: Yeah, I just had lunch with him. I thought he looked a little tired.   

M: (Heh.) He mentioned he was having lunch with you.   

C: How about a restaurant, that’s a good place.   

M: I’ve never tried that.   

C: Oh, I still remember…I got a 40th birthday present in the booth of a restaurant in Augusta, Georgia. I was pretty wild in my day. I bet you would’ve liked me.   

M: Probably.   

S: Yeah, we probably would’ve.   

C: I got a lot of repeat customers. 


Posted by Molly at 12:01 AM EDT
Updated: Fri 03/24/2023 1:21 AM EDT
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Wed 08/30/2006
dreaming with my eyes wide open
Thank goodness.

(Added bonus: this is a shining example of the work of Jesus Ortiz, not that you care.)

Here is a fun article that I found on MSN. I see that it is in the "men" section, but it's about eye contact, which is not exactly just a men's issue. Anyway.

I just have to make it through today and tomorrow and then manage to get up early on Friday, and then it is on. (!)

I am off to write a cover letter and update my resume. 


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Tue 08/22/2006
put me in coach, I'm ready to play

Those pesky Redbirds are at it again, annoying me as they are wont to do. (I guess that’s a good distraction, though.) Today’s article in the Commercial Appeal illustrates the point I made (in an earlier post, which I don't feel like looking up right now) about how the nice writers don’t write game stories (I hope there was a sidebar, because if not, the score was all the readers got) and brings up another point that annoys me, even though it probably shouldn’t.

 

Here’s the thing. The president/GM considers himself a baseball purist. (Which is good! I appreciate this!) This means that he does not like on-field promotions. In principle, this is okay, too, because, yes, I happen to think that you should come to watch the game, because the game is what’s important. And when I worked there in Memphis, my goal (which I didn’t reach, but I tried) was to run things like they run them in the Majors. Since there are no dizzy bat races in Major League Baseball, it follows that you should not have them in minor league baseball.

 

Except.

 

Minor league baseball is different! At some point, you have got to accept that you are not in the Majors. (This sucks for the players, as well as the employees, unless you aspire to the minors, which, well maybe some of the front office does, but probably not the players. I digress.) And the president/GM, in the article (see, I am making a point, really!), says, "I've always maintained that people don't really come to AutoZone Park for the baseball, but for the entertainment value, the family experience, for a group outing."

 

They do, in fact. Most normal people (unlike, say, me) do not go to baseball games to watch the games. They go to drink the (overpriced) beer and eat the (overpriced) hot dogs and nachos, and talk to their friends, and to watch other drunk adults spin around on a bat and then weave over toward first base while trying not to fall into the dugout. And might I add, the Redbirds have cheerleaders. They don’t want to do promotions, but they have cheerleaders. Yeah, that’s pure baseball for you. Anyway.

 

Now that I am not working in baseball, I go watch the games like a good little fan. And the highlight of any Durham Bulls game is usually the sumo wrestling. Or figuring out which player is not in the lineup because he got arrested, or suspended for throwing his bat at the umpire, or whatever the latest off-field occurrence was, but, you know, you can’t bank on that drawing the fans. (Heh.) But the team is boring to watch. And if I say that, then it is bad. Because I will watch bad baseball, just because it’s baseball, but I cannot get into the Durham Bulls this season. I think it is because they are affiliated with Tampa Bay, and it’s just not good.

 

Back to the Redbirds. From the article, again: “[The president/GM] does not like these typical minor-league gimmicks for several reasons: They can disrupt the flow of the game, they hold the potential for problems if some fan wants his ‘15 minutes of fame,’ and the ‘integrity of the game on the field is the backbone of what we do,’ he said.” (Integrity of the game. RedHots cheerleaders. These things, they do not match.)

 

And here’s a quote that I’m pulling out because it’s funny: "I don't like that stuff, either," [the manager] said. "And I don't think any of the players do. Ring-around-the Rosie by adults jumping in chairs is kind of childish." (He was described in an earlier article as displaying his “customary earnestness” and that is very true.)

 

So, in sum: the Redbirds front office believes that it is about the baseball, so they do not have “gimmicky” between-inning games. But they also think that people do not come out to see the baseball; rather, they come for the atmosphere. And the Redbirds are all about the integrity of the game on the field, but they let cheerleaders trot out there every other inning. (And I don’t think the players mind that, I have to tell you.)

 

This all seems to run counter to common sense. If people don’t come to see the baseball, then give them something to come for. They should accept that they are a minor league team and just do the damn promotions, and if I have to put up with the cheerleaders, then so be it. As long as they don’t have an on-field emcee. (Yes, Durham Bulls, I’m looking at you.) Because that is just dumb.

 

(Okay, and I have to admit that I did enjoy the article today. The articles are usually decent. It’s just that they’re not about the game.)


Posted by Molly at 11:32 AM EDT
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Sun 08/20/2006
being drunk's a lot like loving you

So, I went to a party last night, a party where there was bountiful alcohol, and I decided to partake of the harvest. (Heh.) I wasn't really planning to get drunk, but I wasn't really planning to stay sober, it was more of a play-it-by-ear thing, which was okay since I knew I didn't have to drive home. I got there, there was a (surprising) trigger event, and there were jello shots, and that was that.

The problem with me being drunk is not that I'm a bad drunk. I get a little pensive, I get a little louder, I'm more apt to actually say what I'm thinking, leading to fun participation in conversations regarding hot topics like relationships and religion and abortion. This is all fine. The problem is not the drunk dialing; there's only one phone call that I shouldn't have made, but he's drunk dialed me before, and we can do that to each other and it's fine, and he probably got a kick out of it, because I don't usually get drunk. No, that is not the problem. The problem is that I think, a lot, and then I remember what I was thinking, and then I act on it when I am sober. That, my friends, is the problem with me being drunk. (That, and waking up the next morning.) Oh well. Whatever happens, happens, no?

Ooh, the Red Sox have re-taken the lead! I am so sick of the stupid Yankees. Every day they are on TV. It's okay when it's Boston-New York, because that, that is a rivalry, but I swear the only team that has consistently been on TV lately is the Yankees, despite the fact that the Orioles are on TSN and the Braves are on TBS. (The Braves used to be on TBS more often, dammit.)  

Tom Glavine better not be hurt, or I will be pissed.

T-minus 12 days and counting till I go to New Orleans.


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