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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Simple Things

Sometimes it is hard to take a moment in your day and be joyful by a simple thing. When I do it seems so trivial but it makes me smile. I had one today...

After class this morning I was early for work and well hungry. I stopped by Shipley's Do Nuts. It is such a struggle to limit yourself once you smell that deliciousness of plain glazed. I walked in and went up to the worn in floor and ask for a dozen holes. The dough nut holes are bite size sugary awesomeness and will melt in your mouth if you just so happen to get warm ones. My $3.25 went to a great cause.

I ate each hole one at a time counting once at work (ok I had some in the car too because I just can't help myself). 16. SIXTEEN! They gave me 4 EXTRA dough nuts!! I ASKED FOR 12 AND GOT 16! This is better than finding that tater tot in your french fries. I mean extra dough nuts. Some of the holes were stuck together when going threw that sugary bath. So when grabbing my "dozen" holes she counted the ones with two stuck together as just one dough nut. GREAT BY ME! I would have taken a picture of my glorious extra dough nuts but well... I was um... too busy counting. OK OK I can't control myself. Fine. I admit it.

Thank you Shipley's Do Nuts in Greenville Mississippi on the corner of Hwy 1 and Reed Road. You are the BEST! (Not to mention the best Shipley's ever... possibly because the wonderful brown Greenville water.)

So my friends, I ask of you today.... eh... well maybe tomorrow... take a moment and find a simple thing in your day that really honestly made you smile. I mean, there is nothing like getting surprise extra dough nut holes.

Molly Weissinger

Monday, January 16, 2012

South Is Superior

I was looking over the stats of our little blog here and I noticed that the number 1 search key word is 'south is superior'. Well, that makes me want to answer this for you. So here are just a few reasons why the South is superior. In no particular order.

- football
- Forrest Gump
- the word ain't
- the phrase fixin' to
- great manners
- class
- flip flops year round
- magnolias
- major celebration of Fofa (fourth of July)
- the word Fofa
- front porches
- the love of pearls
- having everything from pillows to swimsuits to car windows monogrammed
- redneck not being a derogatory and possibly being a bit of a compliment
- big trucks
- camouflage
- camouflage made for girls. Normal camo with pink lining and trim.
- hunting
- girls that hunt
- girls that can shoot better than the boys in her class
- big hair (and not just in Texas) The higher the hair, the closer to God.
- antebellum homes
- plantations (yes actual running plantation-- no slavery. just a fancy name for an old farm)
- tractors
- tractors being a status symbol. John Deere means you are a well off farmer. Plus bigger is better.
- all the pretty girls
- the cute country boys
- the fact that all the boys are handy and there is no need to hire people when your man can fix anything.
- our accents
- mint juleps
- To Kill a Mockingbird
- our poor grammar
- Elvis
- Johnny Cash
- John Prine
- Mark Twain
- William Faulkner
- Allman Brothers Band
- ZZ Top
- Hank Williams
- Willy Nelson
- Afro man
- Dolly Parton
- Bourbon Street
- Mardi Gras in New Orleans
- social acceptance of alcoholism
- all country music
- extreme patriotism
- moon shine
- Steel Magnolias
- Disney World
- Dollywood
- alligator hunting
- squirrel hunting
- hog hunting
- Jack Daniels
- deep fried... everything
- the smell of fried dill pickles
- hunting camps being a second home. Who needs a lake house, beach house, or whatever?!
- hunting camps as a status symbol
- extreme loyalty to the South
- swamp pop
- barbeque
- Southern Comfort
- catfish
- old way of life
- crazy christians
- grits
- Coca-cola
- RC cola
- the Saints (WHO DAT)
- the cowboys
- the braves
- Driving Miss Daisy
- dirt roads
- gargantuan mosquitos
- pecans
- the "deep south"
and last but CERTAINLY not least....

If you can think of more that I am leaving off... please let me know!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Closet Drinker

First off, sorry for the extreme lack of posts. It is unacceptable. 

Now, I want to tell you about a friend. This friend is what I would call a closet drinker. She does not really like others to know that she drinks. She is in no way a drunk for she rarely does drink. But those moments she does drink she does not like others knowing. Not necessarily EVERYONE but just people she doesn't know or overly religious people. Her friends are just so excited to see her drinking that we think it is awesome. This person got "drunk" on Shirley Temples at my debut when she could have had free wine, beer, or liquor. A shame to me. The other night I via Skype helped her open a bottle of wine without a corkscrew. It was quite a feat. It was a bottle of white Barefoot. Awesome. At one point I told her to give up and go buy a boxed wine. Luckily, she didn't listen to me. Her proclaimed favorite drink is a Sex On the Beach. She claims that others think she doesn't drink for religious reasons but it is just because she never tried anything she liked. She doesn't like beer. I can't say the first beer I tried I thought was delicious. It takes few tries to like it, I think. So over time I think she will like other drinks more and be more comfortable with others knowing she drinks. It is a slow process. 


Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Just so all you know in addition to all of those mistakes I mentioned in my last post, I walked around all day today with purple highlighted hair. This color was the old lady purplish gray. Ok it really was more gray than purple but for my own sake I rather say purple because it may make me feel a little bit like a hipster. (By the way my freshman year of college I dyed the bottom layer of my hair a deep purple color. I didn't mention it as a mistake because... again... purple hair makes me feel cool.)

I dyed my hair myself because I had highlights that were showing my roots so bad I looked like straight up white trash. Well, I am not sure gray highlights are any better but still. Maybe it is a little because I am lazy but really I just didn't give a shit so I didn't fix my hair last night. Why the hell not just make light of my situation of purple (gray) hair. So I wore a dress today that is black, white, and purple. Yes, purple! No, I don't have any obsession with the color or anything. So my hair slightly matched my outfit today. It really happened. 

I didn't take a picture (sorry everyone) but it really wasn't that noticeable. So unless you came to the Country Gentleman or ran into me at Wal-Mart today (while buying more hair dye) you didn't have the pleasure of seeing the hair. So now, incase you were wondering, I have a nice brunette color. And maybe I will wear something brown tomorrow just to match my hair for a second day in a row. Hell yeah


Monday, September 19, 2011

Bad Habits That I Know I Have, But Will Never Break

I realize many of my bad habits. Some of them I choose to correct and some of them I knowingly keep. Some of these habits are more detrimental than others. One perfect example of a seemingly innocent bad habit is how I keep eating the pizza from Topio’s at “Pav”.

As a sidenote, for those not familiar with the grounds of the University of Virginia, the “Pav” is a well located area on grounds (campus) that looks like a food court, but is way more expensive because students on the meal plan can pay by carelessly swiping their cards until their meal card soon runs out of money.

I am not on the meal plan, yet in a typical week I find still myself at the “Pav” about 2-4 times. The food is not particularly good, and, as I alluded to before, overpriced. I’ve always had a soft spot for pizza and as my metabolism slows down, I still will probably always have a warm place in my heart that will, unfortunately, continually let pizza in.

Disclaimer: picture was taken at UT-Chat, but it could very easily have been UVA
One can safely assume, I have been to “Topio’s” several times in my life and every time I go, I feel sick afterwards, but I don’t care. I still return to “Topio’s” for the convenience and the fact that it is pizza, even if this particular pizza tastes a little more rubbery than slices I’ve eaten at restaurants of similar caliber. The saddest part is, writing this post will not stop me from eating there. I will probably go to Topio’s tomorrow for a slice of wet bread, overloaded cheese, enough grease to send a rocket to Saturn, unevenly proportioned sauce, and inevitable chest pain. 


I read a lot of articles on Many of them are hilarious, some dumb, and some just go over my head. I read this article tonight and it made me think about my childhood. If you are too lazy to read it that is fine I will summarize it. It is a guy interviewing his parents on the time he wanted to wear a dress as a child. It is mildly funny but it really just made me think about the crazy choices my parents let me do with my clothing choices.

Here is a highlight of a few of them...

1. Pull-ups. While most little girls want the Pull-ups with the Disney princess on them or just the pink off brand ones. I on the other hand refused those and insisted on the boys Pull-ups. Yes, the blue ones with probably little race cars on them.

2.  My lime green wig and my hot pink wig. In elementary school my mom bought me these two wigs for summer camp. We dressed up at camp a lot and I got good use out of them. Then when I was home for the school year I still wanted to wear them. I once wore one to Blockbuster with Carlile Phillips mortified and Courtney just laughing (along with everyone else) at me. I didn't give a shit. The other time I wore one was again with Carlile (SORRY) when we went to Indianola Academy's homecoming... probably when Louise was on homecoming court or something. I remember watching it in the gym and the theme for homecoming was Retro or something.

3. Again homecoming, my year in the first grade. I saw my brother, who was in the 8th grade, dress up for the different themes. So I went to school in a pleather mini skirt and a white tank. Not sure what the theme was but no one else in the first grade (or the entire elementary for that matter) dressed up. And I thought I looked so good. 

4. The lime green patent leather clogs (as mentioned in the previous post). They were the only pair of shoes I have even whole heartedly never wanted to take off. They were amazing. From Payless and made a lot of noise when I walked... one reason why I loved them. I do like to annoy people sometimes. They were so ugly and everyone made fun of me that summer (another reason why I loved them). They seemed to just disappear at the end of that summer we added on the garage.

5. My French Connection shirt I bought in London. Again I think I bought this shirt to get attention. It was pink and said FCUK (for French Connection United Kingdom) and it was mirrored image so it looked like it says FUCK in big bold letters on my shirt. I wore it home on the plane from London. I was 14 and still don't regret a thing. P.S. I still have this shirt. Kind of a souvenir of that trip now. 

I know there are a lot more but they aren't coming to mind right now. So I will just leave you with those mental images. And thank you Mom for letting me make these great mistakes. They have made me who I am today. 


Thursday, September 15, 2011

Screw the Barefoot Children

To put it short, this post is about why I fucking hate Toms shoes. Still, I own a pair... in fact I own several pair. So why I hate them? It is simple... the people who buy them.

The place I work sells Toms. We do sell a lot. The starting reason I hate them is selling them. People come in the store and ask where the Toms are when there is a sign right above them that clearly says TOMS. They look for a moment and ask for a size 8 1/2 of the chocolate ones. I go to the back, find them, bring them out... then they decide they want the "metallic tweed" instead. So I then go to the back, find the metallic tweed in a size 8 1/2 and come out with the box. I open the box and remove the little cardboard thing inside each shoe that is hell to pull out because half the time it rips and stays stuck in the shoe.

So they try to fit their foot in the 8 1/2 and realize... they don't wear an 8 1/2. OH NO! So I go back and try a 9 when I know that a 9 is still too small... then we try a 9 1/2 until we finally decide that in fact they wear a size 11. A far cry from an 8 1/2.

The next reason I really hate Toms.... It is pronounced Toms. That is a O in between the T and the M. Not an U. It is NOT pronounced Tums. That is a totally different product. I continue to tell myself that the next person that asks where "dem Tums" are... I will tell them to try Walgreens because we are not a drugstore. We are a clothing store.

I heard someone call them Tum Tum shoes today. That was a new one. Not surprised by it.

So Screw the Barefoot Children... Again... don't get me wrong I love children. I am all about saving the world and whatever. Screw the barefoot children. If this is what I have to go through every day (almost) the children of the world can continue to be barefoot. Hell, I was always barefoot as a child. Granted not by extreme poverty but my choice. I hated wearing shoes. My mother begged me to wear shoes. I always lost my expensive shoes. The only pair I loved was a pair of lime green patent leather clogs from Payless. They were awesome. But regardless I ran around barefoot in the cotton fields behind my house when I was little.

Now, that being said... go buy yourself (another) pair of Toms.


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