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ok. so my love life has been far from perfect. There were some complicated moments when I was at school and someone (we won't mention any names) decided they were bored and lonely and sought companionship in the arms of ugly, tramps......I mean......anyway.......During that time I lived with my 2 nearest and dearest boys, drank more beer than was physically possible for a girl of my size, became a Halo champ, and even adapted the idea that dirty socks and empty pizza boxes were perfectly acceptable on the living room floor. These 2 saved me from being hit by on coming traffic, changed countless windshield wipers for me, and made me laugh. We have been to festivals, the hospital, and survived knock down blow out fights. We dressed up as Captain Hook, Peter Pan and Smee for Halloween. We dressed up as the Ghostbusters with some of our buddies just to go to the bar. We all worked for the same BBQ place. I love them. I wouldn't have survived college without them.

Recently one of them has decided that in order for him to have a normal love life he has to stop talking to me because he compares every girl he meets to me. I'm heartbroken. These guys are beyond my best friends, they are a part of me. Its particularly hard because they live together, so to stop seeing one, means that i will ultimately have to stop seeing both. its one of the hardest things I have ever thought about doing and it makes my heart hurt. It feels like a breakup....only I have lost my best friends.

my best friend's wedding

MY BEST FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!

He proposed in the cutest way, its on the news! I'm the maid of honor......and I am so excited. :-)

So, here's to you turkey, I told you that you'd tie the knot first! xoxoxoxo.

Even More Ireland

The beautiful Bath Abby, those are the blonde stones.

Mom and grandma in front of Buckingham Palace. Creepy alien rocks......
Me. I loved all the pretty iron work.
A sunset in Wexford. I got several pretty sunset pics.

This is the beautiful Muckross House. Queen Victoria stayed here once.
Some of the group in Blarney Castle.
Thats our group. Only 16 on a bus that holds 50. Nice.

This is my mom touching the Roman Bath water she isn't supposed to touch.

These are really little. I don't know what exactly I did. lol.

This is the Rock of Cashel, means Castle Rock basically.
Japanese gardens, doesn't make sense, but they were pretty.
This is us, I may have posted this pic already.
Sheep!!!!!!
The doors of Dublin were all like this, brightly colored with the

pretty arches over them.

More Ireland

Ok...my family names are O'Hara, O'Connell and Kingsland, it only seemed natural that I would be dying to go to Ireland. In college I had spent a summer in England studying literature and have always wanted to go back, so when my mom said that as a graduation present she would take me on a trip I was super excited when I found a tour online that lead us from Dublin to London in 12 days. We had been planning on going just the 2 of us on a tropical paradise type vacay but changed our minds the more we thought about Ireland. It was easy to see why Ireland is a land of mythical creatures, rainbows and legend. The mountains are so pretty with gentle mist floating around green green fields. I found myself constantly awestruck by the rugged beauty of the landscape and the kindness of the local people. I can't imagine a better vacation, and we have wonderful memories to share now because we decided to take my grandmother with us while she is still spry enough to handle the traveling. I am totally in love with every man with an Irish accent and could listen to someone talk for hours and hours in perfect contentment as long as its got that accent.

We started in Dublin and went from there to Killarney, visiting Dublin Castle and the Ring of Kerry along the way. We saw Muckross House, a beautiful estate home (and a MUST see if anyone is visiting Ireland) and toured Killarney National Park. So pretty. We went to Wexford after stopping in Blarney to kiss the stone. (which is absolutely terrifying by the way. They dangle you out over the edge of the castle, holding on to your legs as they lower you backwards toward the stone.) I hope that I am more eloquent because of it. I couldn’t go to Ireland without kissing it though, so I suppose it was worth it. We then went to the Waterford Crystal Factory, and what I once thought was just an expensive piece of glass I now realize is an individual work of art. I am so impressed and amazed by the work that those men do. Originally I thought that I would be bored on this tour but it was actually very cool. We also stopped in Cobh, pronounced Cove, which was the last port of call for the Titanic. Pretty little town, and a nice walking tour of it…..but of all the wonderful things to see and do in Ireland I thought this one was a bit of a waste of time. We took the ferry across to Wales and went on to Bath, England. It’s the site of a roman bath, the hot spring still pushes water into the ruins, and it is very pretty. The whole city is made up of blond sand stone, and everything is just as it was 100’s of years ago. Its very cool. We went from there to Stonehenge, which was creepy but something I wanted to see. And then spend 3 days in London before heading home. London is my favorite city. Its so full of history and beautiful architecture.

I introduced my mother to hard cider, I like to drink Cider and Black which has black current juice in it. I showed them all the tourist sites that I loved when I was there last, as well as the best place to get fish and chips. We really had an amazing time. And I made my family keep a journal on our trip, passing it between the 3 of us every day. It’s a wonderful memory. My favorite though is: One evening we went to see Irish musicians called “The Merry Ploughboys”. My grandmother referred to them in our journal as the “Playboys”…..she was so embarrassed when I pointed that out….. or my mother who joined an Irish gentleman in the hot tub at one of our hotels…

Me: “Oh yes, I think I saw him in the lobby, was he the tall guy in the suit?”
Her:“I’m not sure, I never saw him with his clothes on or standing up”.

Quick Update

I am exhausted, just got back from a wonderful trip to Ireland with my mom and grandma.....and now i will sleep and sleep. -me

Thats us at our hotel near Dublin.

My mom, grandma and I overlooking the lakes of Killarney.

This is Blarney Castle. So pretty.

I did it, i kissed the Blarney stone....and i was terrified.

We flew out of london for home, theres the big guy, Ben.

Let's recap....

I just found out that my friend Court from high school is currently expecting baby #3 into her family...(she already has a little boy, and a cute baby girl.) Congrats Court!

One of my very best friends from high school has just been accepted to HARVARD on full scholarship....this is of course after he has led a fulfilling couple of years traveling the world, graduating from college, having a functional serious relationship, learning to speak fluent Japanese, and teaching English to those unfortunate people who do not know it. I'm impressed, proud and insanely jealous.

My best friend in the world is one of those people who religiously goes to church, devotes her time to god and family, volunteers at the rescue mission, works in the church nursery, is an elegant, beautiful, professional ballroom dancer, is constantly one of those people you can call to count on to better your day, and is dating a wonderful man I am sure will propose in the next month or so. She is one of those people that you wish you could emulate but know that you do not possibly have that amount of energy.

My friend Jed...who was my constant companion in college, sat with me countless days when I was hungover and listened to me whine (while bringing me crackers, soup and ginger ale...), would allow me to sing Celine Dion at the top of my lungs in public, was always the peanut butter to my jelly, and one of those guys you can count on no matter what....( "hey its raining, I'm 10 miles from campus, its 3am and my wiper blade went flying off my car...will you get out of bed, go to walmart, buy me one and come put it on my car in the torrential downpour?")...is GETTING MARRIED this May. He is with the love of his life, this adorable little, tiny blonde, thing who loves him uncontrollably and has a cutie-patootie little girl of her own....who Jed is the perfect Daddy to even though it isn't his.......and no one deserves to be happy and in love more than this guy. Amazing.

My college roommate is happily married, going back to school to be a physicians assistant, and thinking about babies.......

My best friend from college is currently married, looking to buy a house with her amazing husband, and is definitely my nominee for Mommy of the year. She has an adorable little boy who I love completely, she is constantly running around doing wonderful mommy things, she doesn't burn the cookies, and she makes the most delicious food I have ever tasted. Her child watches baby Einstein, and is probably smarter than I am......She's amazing in every way, and yet I know that when I have kids she won't look down on me for feeding my kids M&Ms for breakfast and setting the baby in front of the Maury show with me in the mornings.

..all that being said....


I am a waitress at a bar that is going out of business in a crappy college town. Thank you very much.

RE: move it lady.

Dear Molly,
Get up off the couch and do some laundry. You are getting fat and lazy. Stop browsing the internet for stuff you will never ever buy, ie: modular lime green sofa. You aren't going to adopt the 150 lb. Mastiff either.

That is all.

Love,
Your Laptop

To-do

I am crazy. I know this. I just spent 20 minutes making my to-do list, rather than starting the things I know I have to do....and now I'm going to post said to-do list you that I can A)procrastinate a little longer and B) show you how pointless it was for me to make the list in the first place.

To-Do
-feed Penny
-pay electric bill
-buy stamps to pay electric bill
-find pictures of Becca for scrapbook
-pack for home
-grocery store run: tuna fish, milk, eggs, bread, lunch stuff
-fill out application for Fabius and East Syracuse Minoa (urgent time is almost up)
-use cool new facial mask that has been on counter for two weeks
-clean toilet-sometime
-make raspberry upside down cake that I have been promising to make
-balance check book!!!!!!!
-read water meter
-close accounts at HSBC
-open joint account for bill paying
-give Sherry money for fence
-clip Penny's dangerous nails
-sort through mail on counter in Rochester, pay bills that are sure to be there
-call 500 restaurants in Rochester to see if hiring
-stop whining about being unemployed
-mail long over due, and written 2 months ago, thank you note to L.L.
-make reservations for hotel for Jed's wedding
-check new recommendations on Amazon.com
-paint nails spring color
-try on all summer clothes, get mad, buy new ones
-change from winter purse to spring purse
-dust
-go to bank and time warner cable
-stop making list


Why am I such a procrastinator? What is the matter with me?

...its time to go paint my nails....

brrrr

Ok, so its effin' cold in the billion year old house my mother owns. The snow is coming down so hard I can't see across the street, which is ok really because I have never liked the neighbors. I have a tiny, useless, space heater pointed at my ice cubed feet, and I'm wrapped up in every fleece throw ever given to me by someone that had no idea what to give me for Christmas. And as much as I hate being cold......I love it here. I adore watching the kids from up the street pull their baby brother in a toboggan down the sidewalk. I love the way my mother's ancient dog waddles around the house like he's too fat/old/lazy to move and yet will barrel outside to attack the snow with such force I think he could run a marathon. And, although my fingers are numb because the heat rarely kicks on in the computer room, I'm content to curl up under the pile of Tinkerbell/Christmas Scene/Monogrammed throws and enjoy being home.

who are you?

Me: (chuckling softly to myself while looking intently into the screen of my computer.....or at least what I perceive as chuckling softly....) hahaha....hahahaha....
Him: uh....whatcha doing?
Me: hahaha.....
Him: honey....whatcha doing?
Me: oh....nothing.
Him: a funny nothing huh?
Me: ok I'm reading someone's blog.
Him: who's?
Me: oh......uh.....
H: someone you don't know?
M: well not really.... I mean...I sorta know them. The more you read their blog the more you know them right?
H: you're a creepy stalker.
M: am not!
H: So who are you reading?
M: um.....Esther's brothers blog.
H: That is so weird. Does Esther's brother know you read his blog?
M: It's Mike. and.....well...no. But everyone reads his blog....and he's funny.
H: (giving up, I hope). Ok weirdo. Go back to doing whatever makes you happy.
M: its not weird. Its not weird until I click on a link in Esther's brother's blog and wind up reading about Esther's brother's friend from elementary schools' wife.
H: oh god. Step away from the computer.