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guest post: an open letter to my slanket by molly mulcahy

We’re not saying that if we write a post about how much we love you that you have to write a guest post in response, but is is a very nice trend. Plus how could we say no when Molly asked us if she could write about something so near and dear to her heart?! Because of Molly the slanket has become an important part of my life and I hope you make some room for it in yours.

Dear Slanket,

First of all, I am so sorry for all those people who think you are a snuggie! That crappy piece of polyester sold at Walgreens has nothing on your luxurious, warm fleece. You’re a classy blanket with none of that weird team sports/college mascot crap.

Who would have known you would be large enough to adequately warm two college students in the depths of a Midwest winter? More often than not though, we spend most of our time wrapped up just you and I. We lounge around on a Saturday morning eating breakfast and cruising the internet while watching Selena Gomez kill it in some Disney movie (that Emily probably made me watch grudgingly but that I now love). How did I do all three of these things at the same time before you?! I’ll tell you how:
a very awkward mix of sweatshirts, gloves, and a blanket from my childhood I may or may not still sleep with.*

We’ve had some good times together, indeed. The times we spent on the roof at Brickhouse, smoking cloves and drinking beer while you helped me memorize flash cards for the CPA exam. (sorry for that burn mark, btw.) The times I tricked company into thinking you were a normal blanket. “Wow!” they’d exclaim, “This blanket is so warm and soft!” and I would whip out your sleeves and exclaim “Aha! And it has sleeves!” Lets be honest, that kind of freaked some people out. We had several more outdoors + cloves + beer adventures once I moved to Kansas City. You were always a faithful friend, encouraging me to watch just one more episode of the West Wing. We bonded over how smart and witty Josh Lyman was. And we even made sure that LemonLyman.com wasn’t real…(but we were secretly hoping it was.)

Did I mention I have a dog? Yeah, he loves you too, maybe a little bit too much (sorry for the humping incident last week, I swear he’s getting fixed). We’re both anxiously awaiting the days we’ll get to spend with you this winter in my new house. Well, its actually really a old house and probably doesn’t heat very well, which is why you will fit in perfectly! I’ll drape you over the obscene amount of goosebumps forming on my legs while we cruise Pinterest and excitedly watch Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks hate and love each other over AOL in You’ve Got Mail. Speaking of the internet, here’s a cheer for the faithful friend who brought us together. Well played, interwebs, well played.

Love always,
Molly

* this is a may.

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a married girl’s guide to being single by molly cover

We promised and now we’re delivering! Here is the long awaited guest post from Molly Cover, a person we know and like. Molly knows a lot about almost everything (case in point: she gave me an expert opinion on bed bugs recently- who knows about stuff like that?) so it’s only fair that we pass her knowledge on to you! Enjoy!

I am, by no means, a marriage expert. Having 2 and a half years of experience under my belt hardly qualifies me to give much advice. And while I feel like I’m improving in some areas—cooking, keeping house, not crying all the time—I have a long way to go.

But one area where I AM an expert is what I miss about not being married. Please don’t misunderstand. I love my husband and I love being married. He is my very best friend and I can’t imagine my life without him. Still, from time-to-time there are some things I miss about being single. Things I wish I had appreciated more when I didn’t have a boy in my bed. So single girls: listen up! I hope you’re looking forward to marriage, because you should. But in the meantime, take heed. Enjoy these things. They WILL go away.

1. Having your own bed. As referenced above, I now share a queen size bed with a BOY. A 6’2” boy and a 30 lb. dog, to be exact. I got this bed my sophomore year of college. It was comfy, spacious, and all mine. I could sleep wherever I wanted. Now I am confined to one side of it. Most of the time said boy and dog take up ¾ of the space while I’m left to fend for myself and hold onto the covers for dear life. So all my single ladies, enjoy your bed while you can. Buy a ruffled quilt from Anthropologie and snuggle up with a good book. Watch Hulu in bed while drinking a generously-poured glass of wine and eating cookies. There is no one to judge you. In the meantime, I’ll be the one sweating underneath a dog-blanket and eating Oreos over the kitchen sink before bed*.

2. Shopping. I miss shopping. For me, getting married meant growing up and having a budget. As a single gal, I could afford to pay my bills AND where cute dresses. Not anymore. Now I’ve got cash in envelopes and a house payment to worry about. J. Crew sale? Why even bother?! All of a sudden I’m thinking about things like buying furniture and landscaping the backyard. Still awake? Didn’t think so. The moral of the story here is: look cute.

3. The non-existence of Fantasy Sports in your home. They exist now and men (especially my husband) love them. I assume that some girls probably love them too, but I refuse to believe that any woman genuinely loves sports. I just don’t buy it. You can make ESPN.com your home screen and talk about trades (those happen in sports, right?) but I will never believe you. Ever. Before marriage I thought that fantasy sports were things that boys did when they were too nervous to talk to girls in junior high. It turns out that grown, married men get emotionally invested in fake-owning football players. It is also a very real part of my life that I cannot escape. Hold on while you can, sister.

4. Snacks as meals. You know how sometimes you’re hungry for everything in your pantry? It’s ok, we all are. So you just make a plate of cheese, crackers, veggies, fruit, chocolate, fruit snacks, whatever, and that is dinner. I usually accompany said dinner with a glass of wine or rogue beer I find in the back of the fridge. I could also eat this way every night. But apparently men like an actual meal. They don’t want snacks.

In conclusion, I’m not suffering here. It is just different. Different isn’t bad, it just isn’t the same as what I would choose. But that’s ok. We’re saving for a king size bed. My mom still takes me shopping when she notices that my shoes look old and sad. Sometimes David is too busy to watch sports and I get to marathon episodes of Four Weddings while eating only cheese, apples, and candy until I’m full! What I’m saying is that it is all going to be ok. Marriage thrives on compromise, but don’t be afraid to hold on strong to the things you can’t live without**.

*Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

**Pedicures, duh.

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thoughts on love, breaking up, and getting over it from a 16 year old

When my 16 year old sister Sadie found out we were starting a blog, I got this email the next day. Sadie is obsessed with being heard. She always wants to ensure people are listening to her and taking her seriously. Sadie had just gone through the 16 year old version of a break up (i.e. she dated a boy for two weeks then he broke up with her via text message) and she was reeling from the ‘loss.’

Reading Sadie’s thoughts got me thinking about what I was like when I was 16 – how I would have been just as momentarily depressed, just as willing to put these thoughts on paper and used a lot of ‘….’ and repetition for dramatic effect.

SO, lets all pause for a moment, remember our first break up, and reflect on how far we’ve come.

“Listen Up, Because I’ve Got Something to Say,” by Sadie Stipanovich

I am Sadie Stipanovich, I am 16 years old. Some say that kids should be “seen and not heard.” But I believe that every person, including kids, should have a voice. They deserve to be heard. Everybody has a voice, and I choose to be heard.

One habit I find my self doing all the time is sitting behind and observing. I normally am the one talking and participating in the conversation…but there are times when I just keep quiet and listen. During these times I hear a lot, and I learn a lot about life and human nature. The most interesting is girls… girls want to be happy so badly. They don’t want to feel any hurt or pain, they want to be blissful and confident…they strive to find those feelings, and in sometimes the wrong places….boys.

The opposite sex is a dangerous road that is traveled by all the time. Girls test their boundaries, and find those feelings through men. They do whatever it takes, even if it includes throwing away their dignity or their reputation…I have seen three girls in this past month find out that their boyfriend is cheating on her…cry for about a day or two…then the next day I see the same girl hugging and hanging on that same boy, all for those feelings on pain to go away.

Girls go to scary limits to feel happy again, and it is so easy to get caught up in it all, because it happens so fast without you even knowing it.

(Side note: she now goes into lengthy detail about her relationship/breakup. You get the idea. I edited it down for length.)

But my point is: Hard times come with pain and heartache. You go to bed sad and confused, and then you wake up and for a split second, you smile…because it’s summer and its warm outside, and your best friend is coming over today… but then you remember, and remembering is the worst part, you remember and all the pain and all the hurt comes back, and it makes you feel even more worse. Life has its ups and it has its downs. When challenges come our way, we want to run and hide, we want to curl up in our bed and not want to face the world. We want to forget, we want to be happy again. But the thing that makes you happy is gone, and it happened just like that…within the blink of an eye.

But happiness is always just around the corner. It is always just around the corner. And that is what keeps me going, that is what gets me through the hard times.

So, take the 16 year old’s advice: “happiness is always just around the corner.”

P.S: Dear boy who did this to my little sis: you better be watching your back. Seriously.

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