If you know me well, you know that I like to be in control organized of my life. I’m learning to let go of control where I don’t need it (such as, oh say, the FUTURE), but I’m starting to realize that I need to do a better job of being in control of the things placed under my care. It’s something that I’ve heard about fifty or eleven times, but, you know, JUST NOW APPLYING IN MY LIFE. A little thing I like to call stewardship. Now, I’m really not that bad, I guess it depends on how bad you think bad is, but I’ve never bounced a check, always try to keep my car, room, clothes, etc…clean, so I would say that I’m not that bad. However, I’ve started to realize that even though I haven’t bounced a check, I wasn’t doing the best of jobs in keeping tabs on where my money was going, and planning for the future. And somtimes I wait to do my laundry until the last minute possible, leaving me folding laundry at 11:00 pm not am. So even, though I’m not that bad, I knew I needed some work.

So I started my “Get with it, Molly” plan. Hi. I’m Molly, and I’m getting with it.  “Hi Molly”.  So far, I’m on day two, and I’ve already re-established balancing my checkbook, cleaning my room and bathroom each day, drinking my normal quota of 64 ozs. of water each day, and I’m tackling the laundry tonight. Pray for me, it is a rather large mountain pile of laundry.

But you know what? No, what Molly?  As I was budgeting my money yesterday, and planning for future expenses, I was at peace. Not because I had a lot of money, no. But rather that I was on top of it, I wasn’t spending it needlessly, and I had a plan and knew where my money was headed. Essentially, my finances were in order, and I wasn’t checking to make sure I had enough to pay the bills. I knew. It was a great feeling.

And I couldn’t help but think that this is how it is supposed to be. This is how God wants it to be. Instead of the object managing me, I’m managing it. And it is quite the relief.

So, I’ll keep you posted on this little get with it journey, and look forward to seeing what comes out of it! Stay tuned!

Y’all. You know when I start out a post with “y’all” I’m in desperate need of help. And I am. Oh I am. As much as I’m liking my new hair cut (the answer was three to all of you guessing), I’m still having problems with my shampoo. See, I have been cursed blessed with the Petrey Scalp. No, this is not some sort of medical condition, rather it is just a hereditary condition that has been passed down through the ages of time.

My grandmother and father have it, and gave it to me. We are all blessed to have a scalp that produces mass amounts of, how shall I put this, OIL. Sorry, I tried but there is no getting around it; we have oil in abundance. I can’t go every other day washing my hair, oh no sirree-bob, I have to wash it EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. It’s a joy that brings delight and wonder to my heart.

The problem is that I have to be careful as to what type of shampoo I use. If I use something to heavy, my hair looks oily. If I use something too light, my hair looks dirty. If I don’t use enough product, my hair looks oily and dirty. Again, it is a joy that brings delight and wonder to my heart. Right now, I’m using Aussie Super Clean shampoo because I love all Aussie products, the purple bottle has been known to send me into a happy dance. However, this purple bottle does not send me into the happy dance, rather it sends me into the mourning, gnashing of teeth, and wailing dance. It simply does not clean my hair effectively enough. By the end of the day all the body and shine I once had is gone, gone like the wind. Instead, it is replaced with dull, lifeless locks of doom.

Here is where you, my faithful reader and help in great time of distress, come in. What shampoo do you use? What works for you? What do you recommend to help me in my situation?

So, let’s have it.

Last night all of Drew’s family came up to eat and watch football with us. I wasn’t feeling so great, so I stayed on the couch most of the evening. After everyone left, I came into the office to check my e-mail. As I was walking out of the office something caught my attention…

Evie had drawn, and taped the pictures onto our wall. And they are still there. Why? Because she’s growing up waaaayyyy to fast, and I don’t want to forget this time.

Because before I know it, there won’t be anymore writing on the wall…

It’s true, I took myself to the hair dresser today, sat myself in her chair, and told her to cut, cut like the wind. I was at the mercy of her scissors, and did not know what the out come would be. It was a very intense time, one must never take these matters lightly. Especially if your single; it could make or break a relationship, y’all. Make or break.

Here is what I looked like before:

Nevermind the black fingernails, this pic is for before picture purposes only. See, my hair is longer, I had grown out my bangs.

Now here is what it looked like after I came home:

Notice it is shorter, and I have added bangs back into the mix. I also decided to get my picture taken with my boys (App State Football players).

Now, here is what it looks like after I re-did it:

Not too much difference, just straight ironed it a little more. Now, would someone please explain why it looks like my head is so large?? Honestly, it looks like someone cut and pasted a big head on a little neck…

Now, here is the fun part. How do you think I liked my haircut?

Option 1: I LOVE it with  a captial “L”!! Too Cute!!!

Option 2: I hate it with the passion of a million fiery suns, I cannot wait for it to grow out.

Option 3: It’s ok, not exactly what I was looking for, but it will do for now.

See you in the comments!

Remember last week when I reffered to “Miss Pattycake”, the Christian children’s singer, that was overly joyful! and jubilant! ? Well, I have decided that Miss PC makes quite a nice little profit on her videos, and I wanted my piece of the pie cake as well. So I have decided to start making my own videos under the name of

MISS MOLLYCAKE!!!

Hooray! Huzzah! HoHo! HeeHee! Hurray! HaHa! HooHoo! HawHaw!

Last night was my debut performance, I tested it out on Ruthie and LeeAnne. Ruthie told me I was crazy, and LeeAnne started crying. But in typical Miss Mollycake fashion,  I set out to turn her frown upside down! (it didn’t work), and started skipping around the house! That’s when Dustin started to get frightened.

See, we were carving pumpkins, Dustin was holding a sharp object, and I was skipping around the house, and LeeAnne was crying. It was enough to make a three ring circus look calm and peaceful.

I think the expression on LeeAnne’s face explains it all.

Once the pumpkin was carved, I explained to the children that God has placed His light in us to illuminate to the world His love:

See, Miss Mollycake is illuminating!

After my show, all of my adoring fans wanted their pictures with me:

And then they went about their normal activities.

And thus, my career as a children’s musical performer was ended. It was fun while it lasted.

These are the Thunderstix I was given at the game this past weekend. They made me very happy, very happy indeed. So happy that they were threatened to be taken away from me, that’s how happy they made me. Oh, Thunderstix, how I heart thee…

The game on Saturday is still running through my mind, because we played so well. I was so proud of my Apps, quite possibly the best game so far this season! Can’t wait to see how the rest of the season plays out…

We arrived at our parking spots around 11:00, and ate around 12:00. The weather was gorgeous the first part of our tailgate, however, it turned for the, um, colder by 1:00. I was freezing…and seeing how I didn’t bring anything but a fleece vest, I did the best I could:

I borrowed my grandmother’s coat. Yes, it is purple. Yes, those are Furman colors. No, I am not a Furman fan. But, the coat kept me extremely warm, and for that I am eternally grateful. It did make me a little sad that I didn’t have a black coat, though. It would have matched the rest of my outfit perfectly, right down to my fingernails!

That is Appalachian Dedication, my friends. Either that, or pure craziness, you be the judge. In the end, we came out with the big win (52-16!!!), and it was GREAT TO BE A MOUNTAINEER!!!

I just realized that the title of this post sounds like something you would find on the cover of a Miss Pattycake DVD, this is a sad fact. Because if Miss Pattycake was on the hayride, we would have sung five million songs about how “Man counts the seeds in an apple, but God counts the apples in the seed”, and how Christians are like pumpkins, and such. Then we would have had to dance, and wave our hands in the air, and skip through the cornfields while looking for scarecrows, while she reminded us to SIIIINNNNGGGGG!! I’m getting nauseous just thinking about it. I’ve never liked Miss Cake, probably never will. (And now for punishment, I’m probably going to have to go and sit through one of her TWO HOUR shows.)

Anyway, I went on a hayride yesterday with the “Home-Preschool” group! I loved Preschool as a kid, actually, some of my fondest childhood memories are of  being at Preschool with Miss Simms. And since I love preschool, I decided to go hang out with the highly educated (seriously, I did not know half the things they do, when I was their age) preschoolers. Which totally made my day, as I got to hang out with two, three, and four year olds, and go to an apple orchard!! It was almost too much for my fall-loving heart to take.

And do you know what we did while there?? Do you? Do you? We got to go on a  HAYRIDE!!! Well, except there wasn’t any hay, so technically it was a “tractor ride”. But still, I was on a trailer, being pulled by a tractor!! Be still my beating heart. It set my insides to quivering, but do you know the best part? A little three year old boy wanted to hold my hand!! That just about sent me over the edge, I mean sure I could be going on a hayride with Mr. Right and hold his hand, but that can come later! A three year old wanted to hold my hand!!! And he held it the entire way, I think my heart just exploded from adorable combustion.

After the hayride, we headed to the, wait for it, PUMPKIN PATCH!!! Oh my! I was ready to start singing the hallelujah chorus right there. As the kids picked out their pumpkins, I was snapping away on my camera to document this important occasion.  The aforementioned pictures will be shown on a later date, as I have to edit and save them before posting them.

And to send me into an utter and complete state of happiness, they gave us a bag of apples! FROM THEIR ORCHARD!!! It was truly more than my fall-loving heart could handle…I almost wept tears of sweet happiness and joy. The only thing that could have made it better was to have had some apple cider, but the probably would have sent me into a happy-induced coma…it’s better it wasn’t there.

So how about you? What are some of your favorite fall activities?

The above quote is brought to you by Ruthie. According to Ruthie, the newest member of the Petrey Family will be a girl, and her name will be Judy Petrey. Which totally cracks me up, because everyone knows that Judy is on the top 10 list for girl names in 2010. But, hey if her name is Judy I can at least call her Ju-Ju! What do you think Daphne? I think it has a nice ring to it…