Eats, Shoots and Leaves

I am far from a perfect punctuater - I over comma like nobody's business. (I also make up words like "punctuater", but that is not what we're talking about right now.) But I understand the difference between a possessive and a plural and it drives me absolutely crazy when people completely reject the notion of apostrophes, or much more commonly throw it in whenever an S comes to live at the end of a word.

Today I was at Winco, a grocery store that is pretty sketchy, but also highly entertaining. I end up taking pictures of funny things I see there more than anywhere else. One time there was a box of dog food called "Moist and Meaty" with the phrase "That's what she said" handwritten on it. I promptly took a picture and sent it to everyone I know. One time there was a crate of bath mats that were essentially rag rugs made out of jersey knit, and the tag said, "Luxury Bath Rugs." That was so preposterous, I snapped up a picture. But today, there were multiple endcaps near the registers that have new (at least to my notice) signs up.

What is this sign saying, really Winco? Are you selling children as well as candy? It should go without saying that that's not legal or moral. Are you trying to say, "Kids! There's candy over here!! Come throw a tantrum until your parents buy it for you." Are you saying that this candy can only be purchased and ingested by children? Maybe old people like skittles too. If you were to add proper punctuation, I would know. But for now, I will just assume that is where you meet the sketched out guy who will sell you children on the black market. Along with some bubbletape, of course.

But Comcast, how do you really feel?

I love Turner Classic Movies. I watched about five minutes of Looking for Love before I decided I had better things to do. But also thought I should put it on my list of movies to watch for the clothes.

I had to take a picture of the merciless description of the movie.

Pauli want a Starbucks?

A while back I went to Starbucks. I placed my order, and when asked what my name was, I responded, "Molly" - you know, because that is my name - and the baristo (that is what I call male baristas,) said "Holly?", and I said, "Molly" trying to really emphasis the M. A few moments later, I received my order in this cup:


I should have taken a cue from Shara. She simplifies things by saying her name is Sarah. Right before Shara moved away, we went to Sonic for some Cherry Limeades, and she said her name was Sarah, and the person on the other side of the intercom came back with, "Hannah?*" and Shara said, "Sure." Shara rolls with the punches, and I tried to impose my will on a barista and I am met with a cup meant for a member of the Jersey Shore cast.

Hi my name is Holly, and I'd like a beverage please.

*When just I asked Shara if Hannah was the right name, she said she didn't think it was that close to her actual name, but she couldn't remember. It could have been some crazy different name like Valerie.

Have you Heard: Larry Norman

Sometimes, I feel like a heathen because I don't like enough religious music. I'm a religious person, I am a musical person, it should then follow that I would like religious music. Shoot. A + B  ≠ C in this case.

I like some hymns. I like some gospel. I like a lot of Handel. And I like Larry Norman. 

Jenny I got your number.

Greatest. Stamp. Ever.

Looking forward to what the future brings.

Last night I had the opportunity of seeing a gaggle of friends from high school I haven't seen in about a decade. It was super fun to play a game of catch-up. (We literally made a game of it, each person was given a minute to sum up their life since high school, followed by a two minute period for questions. There was a timer involved.) Unfortunately for me, it was decided that I peeked on my 27th birthday. (It was also decided that my blog's url was pronounced molester, not Mollister.) Things are not looking up for Molly! haha.

On that note. One of the girls was talking about how she is being flirted with by a co-worker, and how an email from him ended with a completely-unrelated-to-the-subject-at-hand send off, "I'm looking forward to what the future brings." I do not think it is super hilarious that this sweet girl has to deal with an awkward situation, but I do think it is super hilarious that that was his chosen send off.

It is my goal to be an optimist. Or perhaps to be more vocally optimistic. And as I don't want the high point of my life to have been over and done with, I am going to start signing all of my emails to everyone, "Looking forward to what the future brings," because I am.

Have You Heard: The Elected, et al

My Labor day was spent laboring. I hung some moulding, primed and then painted the laundry room, and whilst doing that, I listened to my phone. I congratulated myself on my excellent musical taste, and thought I needed to make a mini playlist for you, my friends, instead of just sharing one or two tracks.