Horseback riding on the beach, last meals, and more packing

Just a quick update on all the craziness that the last few days have brought. I am still terribly far behind on packing. I know it will get done…somehow. I just don’t know when because I want to spend more time with people!

Yesterday I crossed off one of my biggest bucket list items: horseback riding on the beach. It was glorious. It was between that and parasailing, but I’m pretty sure there are still parasailing opportunities in Wisconsin with Michigan Lake being there, so horseback riding won out.

And it was fantastic.There’s something about riding along on a horse while on the sand with the waves crashing along your side that says serenity and perfection. I went with my former coworker/current friend Jackie, who heads off on her own new adventure professionally this week. It was an hour and a half ride and I would highly recommend it to anyone. Despite the fact that my car died for the first time ever before the ride, it was still one of the best mornings in my entire life.


Seriously, the best.

After that, the parade of good-byes and “lasts” officially began. I hung out with coworkers at the local country bar/dance hall and said my first string of good-byes to people, which absolutely stinks. I will be a hot mess come Thursday. But let’s not talk about it.

Today was the last Sunday lunch with my church friends. Sunday lunches are a tradition for us, and one that I really enjoy as it really does further cement the family feel the group has since Day One to me. I’ve been on a weird Texas Roadhouse kick as of late, so that’s where we went. And in their most stealth move to date, several people told the waitress it was my birthday, which I quickly ruined when they showed up with the saddle by repeating several times “It’s not my birthday!” So instead our waitress shouted “It’s Molly’s farewell…good-bye!” That’s an actual quote, I promise.

As you can tell, I was embarrassed while simultaneously feeling loved. 20120909-231001.jpg

So here we are. Five days out. This photo is proof Joel has corrupted the some of the guys by providing a visual reminder of that.


For those who may care, I will be snapping a lot of photos while road tripping come Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and if you so desire, I will Instagram/tweet as many as possible with the hashtag #MollsandDadroadtrip. I hope you’ll “tune in” for the adventure.


Car singing and Jason Mraz

Today I got to take a little road trip on behalf of work. My assignment was to cover a Chamber of Commerce meeting on South Padre Island. To me, “the Island” (as it is simply referred to here) is probably one of the best parts of living in deep South Texas. It’s so gorgeous and wonderful there, but moving on…


What you’re looking at is a photo from my drive out. It was just me, a lovely stretch of road and sky, and the Civil Wars CD playing in my car. Which brings me to this confession: I am a car singer. Rather, a car belter. If it’s an iffy song on the radio, I’ll abstain, but give me a good song and I don’t care if the person next to me at the stop light notices. So today it was me, the Civil Wars and Jason Mraz on the road together. If you haven’t listened to the Civil Wars before, stop what you’re doing and look up “Poison and Wine” or “To Whom It May Concern” this second. You’ll thank me later.

But Jason Mraz… I am obsessed with “I Won’t Give Up” right now. Remember when he was just a dorky guy who sang “Geek in the Pink”?

So in closing, I ask: 1) Am I the only shameless car singer out there? 2) Was I wrong to doubt Jason Mraz and his musical abilities long ago?