and the winners are...

HAPPY LAST DAY OF 2015!!

What the freaking what?

Yesterday I overheard someone say it was the last Wednesday of the year, and that sounded so weird and wrong. I could have sworn the first Wednesday of the year was just last week... I mean, three weeks ago max...

2015 has been one hell of a year. 'Scuse my language, but emphasis on the helluva part. We started the year frustrated with jobs in Charleston, I started my Pilates certification, I met Frank Abagnale, Jr., Freddie got a new job and we moved to Texas all within a two-and-a-half-week time span, we went to a butt load of weddings (butt load = four), and we started our bigger and better Tex Mex life.  

I also have flown exactly twenty times since we moved so holy bleeping moly, #whydontihaveamillionandfiveskymilesyet?

I seriously thought about going back month-by-month and giving everyone the rundown recap, but that takes a long time to do, and I've got a dog to snuggle wuggle and episodes of Making a Murderer to watch. 

SO...welcome to my Top Five Blog Posts From 2015, according to my stats page. 

one

In February I started my Pilates certification program. Two months after I started the program in Georgia, we found out we were moving to Texas. No big deal or anything. Georgia and Texas are so close, right? Not only was I able to continue the program, but I now teach at an amazing studio in Houston where I was taken in completely with full support and open arms. I wrote about the transition from teaching dance to teaching Pilates. My ballerina tattoo even made an appearance. Dear Pilates, sorry I don't have a Pilates tattoo. 

two

We announced to the world that we were...not pregnant and moving. Moving to Texas! I cannot accurately explain how crazy the experience of Freddie being miserable at his job, interviewing at MD Anderson, being sure he wasn't going to get it, being sad he was so sure he wouldn't get it because he really wanted it, being shocked when he was offered said job, and moving to Texas two weeks after the offer was given was. It was ::insert more descriptive word than crazy here::

three

Before I made it out to Texas to meet Ricky, I stopped in Georgia to throw my best friend a bridal shower Treat Yo Self style. Side note: my best friend and I always say that a better word than best needs to be used to describe our friendship because we are better than just best friends. Thanks to synonym.com we now call each other upper crust friends. Don't be jealous.

Side side note: Don't worry, this is not the look we wore to the shower. Obvi. 

four

2015 was a sad year for the world, in general. There was a lot of hate, and Charleston fell victim to that hate. Seeing a city that is so special to me, that still feels so much like home to me, rise up from such a terrible crime turned me into quite an emotional Emily. Hashtag Charleston Strong, betches! I'm still so proud of Chucky-town for how it handled the tragedy. Other cities in the world, how have you not learned more from Charleston yet? 

drumroll please...

my most viewed post of 2015...

is...

five

Real Life Vs. Fake Life! Otherwise known as Pillow Talk Isn't Real. Otherwise otherwise known as Why Alcohol And Future Baby Talk Don't Mix. I, however, still refuse to believe that pillow talk is a myth. Just last night I tried to get Freddie to talk to me in bed. Then I fell asleep. But we went to bed at the same time! One step closer to talking on the pils (is that what the cool kids are calling pillows these days?). Progress, not perfection, people.

Enjoy every last second of 2015!

Happy New Year's Eve!

fab feb

What has Emily been up to recently?....is the question I hear y'all asking yourselves all the time. I have decided to break all the curious minds and answer that question.

First of all, I have to point out that it is February 12. No, I am not pointing this out in the AHH! Valentine's Day is only TWO days away! Go get your gifts and dinner reservations, people! kind of way. I am pointing it out in the AHH! It is already mid-February. Why is time going so quickly? Have I graduated college yet? What am I doing? kind of way. I mean February is really close to March which is close to May which is close-ish to August and then before you know it we'll be putting up Christmas trees. It will happen that fast. 

But that doesn't tell you what I've been doing! Silly me.

February started out with performances. Lots of them. Ann's school did The Mikado and my mom was a NITWIT. Hey now, I am not calling my mom a nitwit. She is in NITWITS improv group. Look it up/go to all their shows. Having such an artsy-fartsy fam keeps my calendar pretty full, lemme tell ya. One weekend it's Mom doing improv or something, the next weekend is Disney(duh), and then it's Ann's show. Did you know that Ann Moore can belt it out? Yeah, me either. Weird. I wonder what other secret talents she has...

This weekend was a doozie. A doozie in the best kind of doozie way. Unfortunately I did not get to see Ann sing her heart out or my mom improvise like she's a Whose Line pro, I DID get to:

1) Take the GRE--This was more of a have to than a get to, if you know what I mean. In addition to memorizing a plethora (GRE word!) of vocabulary words, Freddie and I confronted my antipathy (GRE word!) towards all things math. That is code for Freddie spent hours trying to teach me how to do math. 

F: What is 4+4?

E: Stop asking me questions.

F: I'm trying to help. So...the answer is?

E: I'm not answering that.

F: That means you don't know?

This went on for hours and hours of pure fun math partying!

2) Run a race in my underwear--Uh, what? My race team, Dance Your Pants Off, and I ran in the Cupid's Undie Run this year. Remember how it's been 60 degrees every day this year since January 1? But then there was one day when the high was 37? Yeah, that would be the day of the underwear race. F-f-f-freezing in our underwear (a.k.a. leotard and shorts, everyone's underwear choice, right?), we ran the 1 mile-ish route through VaHi. The cold was well, cold, but the wind was TERRIBLE. Why why why did Miss Wind have to blow us out like birthday candles? I have goosebumps just thinking about Saturday. The good news? We were running for the Children's Tumor Foundation. Bhumi kept us pumped with constantly yelling, "You love kids! Do it for the kids!" Children, I did it for you. 

3) See Atlanta Ballet's Princess and the Goblin (and start celebrating Bhumi's big ole 22 birthday)-- Twyla Tharp was in the house. The Atlanta Ballet house. If you don't know who Twyla Tharp is, go look her up right now. While you're at it, go look up who Emily Moore and Bhumi Patel are because we are equally as awesome, FYI.

Things to look forward to during the next few weeks: not studying for the GRE, not running in my leotard underwear, babysitting one of my fav kiddos (HEY GRACE!), multiple Fat Kid Fridays, Bhumi's birthday potluck (more Fat Kid days), and celebrating a whole year spent with the infamous Freddiefriend. 

leotard underwear and freezing temps

Partying it up with Twyla

friends in blog places

When I first started this blog I had big dreams. BIG.  I was going to have the best little bloggy and the best little bloggy friends and together we were all going to live in the best little bloggy world. That has turned into more of me creepin' up on other people's blogs while they live in perfect bliss having never known me OR my blog. 

Well folks, times are changing. One of the blogs I follow, Crowley Party, linked up with some other bloggers and created this big 'ole blog gift exchange party. What could be better than getting to meet new bloggers AND exchanging gifts? Honestly, nothing. Except if Santa had delivered them down the chimney, but I digress. I waited anxiously for the e-mail telling me with whom I was paired for this party. 

and then I got the e-mail...

and it said...

that I was paired with...

(are you anxious enough yet?)

Meet Gina from Contemplating Beauty. I can't imagine a more appropriate title for her blog. After a few weeks of getting to know Gina (and getting to read up on another blog), I was truly inspired by her story, her exquisite blog design, and her lively posts. Go check it out! 

There is nothing better than getting mail while at college.

pretty presents

Honestly, this week is already that kind of week where you're like, "Uh, it's only Tuesday??" You know what I'm talking about. I can sense all the head nods and "chyeah, totes" coming from you all. Nothing can quite turn a week around like participating in a fun gift exchange, making a new little bloggy friend, and receiving a really sweet little bloggy present. Gina, thank you for the gifts! Everyone else, get a blog and then maybe we can be blog friends and exchange blog presents too...

I think I win the award for using the word blog, in several forms, more in this post than any one else has ever used in a post. Winner!

birthdays and other days too

It's that time of the week again. Where I write a blog post (post a blog? write a post on my blog? what is the right blog lingo?) (?!?!) and link it up all over the internet and y'all pretend to read it. Let's get this started!

It is actually the time of the week where I am going crazy trying to write a paper about the relation between democracy and education and I am so tired of word vomming all over my paper that I thought word vomming all over this blog would be slightly more ideal. Are we in agreement? Yes? Like my vommed sentence?

I could write on about school-y things like homework. Or tests. I hate tests and I had one today, by the way. Or I could write about how I miss my little babies on whom I sat. so. badly. Especially on days when I have tests. Or I could write about dance-y things like how my body is always so sore. Especially on days when I have tests AND rehearsals.  OR I could write about really exciting things like birthdays and other (slightly less) exciting things like finally getting a Scoutmob app for Blackberry. 

YES, YOU HEARD ME. SCOUTMOB + BLACKBERRY. !!!! !!!! !!!! but this is the less exciting thing so let's move on...

Freddie had a birthday. Excuse me, did you hear me? FREDDIEFRIEND + BIRTHDAY WEEKEND !!! !!!!! Mr. Frederick made my birthday extra special so I was on a mission to make his extra extra special. With cherries on top and all that stuff. Annoyingly so to the point where Freddie was probably like, dude calm down. Just let me be and celebrate my birthday. And I was like, NO. I am obviously taking over your birthday weekend. You will like it! But hey, we made it through the weekend which included all levels of fun things like:

• the Braves playing terribly but us having good seats hence good views of Star Wars people. 
• eating fried fish, hush puppies galore, and ice cream cake all in one day.
• eating a giant slice of birthday cake on another day.

Okay, let me just say, Freddie ate more cake. But I definitely benefited cake wise because of his birthday so, he should have a birthday celebration more often. Probably, definitely. 

The best part of birthday weekend? It is that the celebration gets to carry on all the way until October 1, baby. Party pants on for two more weeks! 

I, unfortunately, do not have paparazzi following me around taking pictures of everything I do. Nor am I good at trying to remember to be part of the paparazzi. So while I do not have any pictures at the moment showcasing Freddiefriend's birthday preciousness I do have this picture:

Not only does this picture showcase how awesome Star Wars night was at the Braves game, but you can just imagine Freddie's cuteness birthday-ness sitting beside me as I took this picture. 

You're picturing it aren't you? I thought I heard some dawwww-ing. Pretty cute birthday boy, right?

Happy Birthday to my Freddiefriend! I can't imagine a moore fun way to celebrate (everyday) than with you!

blogiversary

One year ago I created and posted my first blog post. It was really captivating and people everywhere flocked to mlemoore.blogspot.com to get some Yippee! It's MLE! action.

true or false?

Okay, so maybe not completely true. It was exactly a year ago. That part is true. And I know my family reads it so that means some people flocking to it. Just work with me here, okay?

Usually on an anniversary, especially one as important as this, you exchange gifts and do special things and talk about how much has changed in whatever amount of time has passed. Blog, my gift to you is this post and all the ones after it. Aww, lucky! The special thing I am doing is posting TWICE in ONE week. Aww, double lucky! As for what has changed since that first post oh so long ago? Well, let's see...

• My hair got longer. And my bangs grew out. And my dark color grew out. (this is #1 for obvious reasons like, it really is the most exciting thing to happen. ever).
• I am back at school. Writing papers! Reading, reading, reading! Dancing (and dying)! Yay yay!
• I now have the best Freddiefriend. (meaning, I have a Freddiefriend who is the best).
• I was in a movie. Starring, obviously. Ever heard of the Footloose remake? Ever heard of the Footloose remake with Emily Moore's face in it? Coming to a theater near you on October 14.
• Ann started driving and having a social life and being all popular pants.
• My mom joined (after being a servant woman/HALFWIT for many, many, many weeks) an improv group at the community theater in Newnan. SO basically, my mom is on Whose Line Is It Anyways: Newnan Edition. 
• I ran a 5K. I mean, I ran two of them. Lawhammercy, can you believe that? I can't. Forget you people that run 26.2 miles. Forget. You. 
• I got my first cavity. And discovered these wonderful things called Peanut Butter M&M's. Coincidence? 

That's about it. Nothing else changed.
kidding. I'm sure like one more thing maybe changed...

Anyways, oh dear blogsies of mine, Happy One Year! And here's to many more years and many more (super exciting and wonderful) postings! Yippee!

and now for something (not so) completely different

exciting things happening/things that have been making me giddy as of late:

eating this pizza. trying to stuff my face with the whole thing. almost succeeding.

resorting back to my 12 year old american girl doll book reading self and making these bracelets. omgz, who wants to be my BFFA and have a BFF bracelet?? if you want one i will so LYLAS. lols.

stalking this new blog and reading the oldest entries possible. creepy? not so much. crazy fun? you know it. reading this blog post and secretly wishing i was back in high school dancing 24/7 again. crazy? not at all.

getting late birthday cards in the mail. excuse me, they are not late. they are perfectly on time since it is still july and we are still celebrating my birthday, duh. did you really forget that?!

alright, this is probably the most exciting news of the week. or year, really. are you ready? my bangs have finally grown out enough for me to tuck them behind my ear. !!!! it's like an early christmas present or something. i'm sure you're probably thinking, "girl please, quit playin'. you crazy." but, having short bangsies fall in my face every 5 seconds was crazy. now, i am back to the world of normalcy and all my hair does is lie flat on my face and tuck behind my ears, so i see many days of comfortable, boring, great, samesies hairstyles coming up in the near future. anyone (male of female, of course) that has ever attempted to trudge through the excruciating process of growing out their bangs i'm sure can share the excitement and exclamation pointing with me. !!!!! 

!!!                                                       !!!                       !!                     !                        !            !!

          !                   !!                                                   !                           !!                      !

and to finish off this list of greatness we have peanut butter m&m's. i can't even try to explain their greatness because i will not do it justice. there is nothing else you need in life to survive. they have peanut butter which is protein and great, chocolate which is sugar and great, and if you drink some milk with them you're getting your calcium sooo you're pretty much set. and in really really great shape. and you should have stopped reading this a few lines up and gone out to get yourself some of these beauties.



well, have you gotten any yet?

use me, baby

Sometimes I forget about my blog. I don't forget about blogpost.com or about my blog friends that I stalk ever so obsessively. No, they don't get the boot. Just my blog does. It just sits there all lonesome wanting to be used and abused. I started the blog for many reasons. One being that my fan base had become quite large and I needed a place to consolidate and please the masses. Number one was obvious to you all, I'm sure. Number two being that I'm not in school right now and I really do love writing and I miss writing and since I am not writing a paper every other day for my liberal arts degree my brain cells are quickly dying of writing starvation and...you get the picture. (I'm really good at run-on sentences.)

Well dude, I'm using you and abusing ya now.  

I had a kid free week last week so it seemed the only logical thing to do was to go to Disney. Being the logical person that I am I, of course, made the hard decision and went to Disney. 4 days of driving, little to no sleeping, walking, eating popcorn/corndog nuggets/pizza/pasta, finding hidden mickey's, being in parades, watching fireworks, watching fat men dance, riding rides/experiencing rides/riding experiences/doing experiences, seeing new additions, getting fab parking spots, not waiting in long lines, seeing old friends, and being there with the best people ( hey heyyyy MC and the Freddiefriend) (and Joseph) (and Caroline).

Hey Hey to you too, Walt.

Every time I get an "off" week, I have to talk myself into getting excited about starting a long week of sitting on babies. This is dumb. I will forever and always think children are the best and should probably write that in permanent marker on my forehead so in times of distress I can be reminded that I love them. You hear that kids? You've got some MLE lovin' coming your way. I spent the day swimming, eating froyo, going to art camp, playing hot potato, singing Disney songs, and listening to a 10 year old's favorite rap songs. Umm, what? Is this really my job right now? My tan line (and my waist line) are so happy right now. Bring on the full time mommy week. I will mommy the pants off of you. (Does that saying work? Not really... Let's pretend it does and move on.)

To my fans/stalkers/family/everyone else, enjoy reading. More than once, if you so desire. I want to see this post get some real good use out of it, understood?

long time no nothing

It has been such a long time, y'all. Hopefully everyone survived the absence of Yippee! Since I am still here on earth after yesterday's rapture, I decided it was finally time to write a blog so all of us left behind-ers could enjoy it.

But, seriously...

Last time we spoke we talked about how cool my mom was. Excuse me, IS--How cool she IS. I could wait to write a new post until Father's Day so we could talk about my Daddy-O and post some old school fatty fatty no friends pictures, but I'm not sure my avid readers could survive that long without an update. So, I'm writing and you're welcome.

Who wants a quick review of the past two weeks? (If your answer was "No," then please stop reading here)

1) Once upon a time, Neil Simon wrote this play. Called Rumors. It's kindofreallyseriouslyforreals hilarious and bonus, that mom I was telling y'all all about, yeah she was in it and I got to see it lots of times. I also got a new BFFA (best friend for awhile, duh) outta this shindig, haaaaay Tony! Thanks for playing my mom's husband and coming over to our house and making CD's and eating brie with me. Moral of this story? A great play had great people in it and great people in the audience and we all lived happily ever after.

2) Graduation. Lots of graduations. My Agnes Scottie friends graduated and got to flip dem rings around to face the world. For those of you not in the know yes, flipping Agnes rings is a big deal. Also for those of you not the know, this is how most people pose in graduation photos.

years before the ring flip

3) A week ago it was in the 50's and I wanted to put my flannel sheets back on my bed. 2 days ago it was in the high 90's and I wanted to turn myself into a giant human ice cube. Whattyaknow, once again Georgia is keeping us on our toes. Nice try GA, but I've still got my pointe shoes and I can play this game all summer long. 

But please don't be in the 100's all summer...

4) My dad and I are plugging through the new Star Trek movie right now. It's one of those movies where we take a pausesies break every 5 minutes and have a conversation like so:

R: Okay, so Vulcans evolved from the planet Vulcan and have weeded out their violent past and show no emotion.

E: K, their eyebrows look like those other dude's eyebrows.

R: The Romulans? Yes, they share the same ancestors, but the Romulans are still violent.

E: K. (plays movie)

R: Wait, pause. Okay, this Spock looks JUST LIKE the guy who played Spock in the TV series.

E: (plays movie)

R: Wait, pause. Spock and Kirk are good friends. Well, Leonard McCoy too. They're the trio of main characters. They call him Bones though. 

E: (plays movie)

Can you guess what happens next? That's right, the explanation of the worm hole/black hole part comes on and I sit with my mouth open in a super duper confused state. Wait, pause break. Okay, time to fully give my attention to Spock. And. James T. Kirk. And Bones man. 

BRB in a few days, or weeks, or months. I'm good at drawing out the length of time between each post. 

for the fans

A couple of people have mentioned my lack of blog updating recently. Knowing that I now have two readers is almost as exciting as Christmas morning (!!) so I figured I should please the people, suck it up and write something.

Several of my biffles (a.k.a. blogs that I stalk) use excuses like a) Ohh my baby has the stomach flu :( or b) I'm graduating this semester and am drowning in homework or c) I never get to see my hubby so he wins over the blog, to describe their blog slacking abilities. I wish I could use one of those, however I did not pop out a baby, get back in school, or get married within the past week so basically...

I'm lazy. And uninspired to write about anything. So just as any other uninspired blog writer would do, I am going to babble on endlessly about my week. Buckle up and get ready for this ride, baby.

We have exciting news in the Nan.

Oh hai, Yogli Mogli

That's right, more frozen yogurt up in here! Now there really is no reason to ever leave Newnan, right? Two whole frozen yogurt stores?! For all of you who are not in the know, frozen yogurt is the new cupcake. Once upon a time, cupcakes were the thing. Then frozen yogurt literally come out of nowhere and, if it were up to me, it would stay foreversies. 

I love me some froyo. Please never leave me.

Last week was spring break for the majority of Georgia which meant I had the week off from "my" kids. It was nice to have some time to...well, do nothing and I was kindofnotreally wanting to start this week. Pshhh, how could I forget how much I actually love children. I walked in today and Nicholas looked at me and told me how nice I looked. Then we had this lovely conversation over PB&Js:

N: So if I want to be your boyfriend what do we do?
E: We spend time together and go on dates.
N: What's a date?
E: When you really like someone you take them out somewhere like to eat, or to see a movie, or to do anything you want.
(N stares into space with some PB stuck to his lip)
N: Alright, I want to go see a car movie and then go get you some chocolate ice cream.

I'll work on the concept of froyo with him, but remembering chocolate is my favorite? High five little man.

On a completely different note, guess who is a smartypants and signed up for another 5k?

That's right, me. The person who loves running and never ever complains about it at all. Have I mentioned I love running and never ever complain about it at all? Hopefully, you've had time to get your giggles out about that piece of information. Should I have mentioned the 5k before I went off about eating my weight in froyo? Anyways, come rain or shine or hyperventilating and passing out, I'll be hitting the pavement (do I should like a real runner?) come Saturday. Most importantly, I get into the Sweetwater 420 Fest fo free. So basically, I'll be giving my race bib tear-off for a wristband to the highest bidder. Let's see how badly some of y'all want to go...

Let the bidding and sucking up and wooing begin.

i am learning all the time

A long time ago (in a galaxy far, far away) I was the ultimate Facebook stalker. Oh, I'm sorry are you laughing at me? Laugh all you want, but I know (knew) everything about you so watch. out. Since joining the blogging world I have been attempting to transfer my CIA secret missions to stalking different blogs. This has resulted in me just finding some really awesome blogs that I can follow and enjoy.

Just ask my mom. I'm always telling her the latest things that my friends have posted. "Emily! There are not your friends! You don't even know them!" Psh, chyeah right Mooooooom. They are so like my bbffs--best blogging friends forever.

Anyways, one of the blogs I have found is Crowley Party. Check it out. Follow it. Love it. Crowley Party is starting a new series called Learn Something. Every Friday we make a list of things that we have learned during the past week. Considering I spend 22/7 with kids and 2/7 watching Arrested Development, I am learning so so so much. (For instance, did you know there is always money in the banana stand? And that Jake and the Never Land Pirates comes on at 8am? [This particular piece of information is very important. I'm not joking--watch it.])

ANYWAYS, lessons learned this week:

• Jake and the Never Land Pirates comes on at 8 am. 
• Never give Russ Moore hard candy because you will most likely go deaf from his loud chewing. 
• If it was 70 degrees and sunny yesterday then it will be 40 degrees and windy today. (Being a Georgia girl, I learned this lesson 21 years ago; however, I always get annual friendly reminders).
• A can of Pringles should always be a short reach away.
• There is no point in getting frustrated with my what is or is not happening in my life right now. Guess what? Did you know that life will go on anyways? We'll all float on ok.
• Cupcakes are so last year. It's all about the self-serve frozen yogurt (with 50+ toppings) nowadays. Canyasay YUMMY?
• Whale sharks are completely harmless even though they are the largest living fish species. A shark is less likely to attack a human if he/she is in an inflatable bag (because we all carry those with those in our beach bags...). The shark isn't interested in it since it cannot see any limbs. (Thanks to 4 year old Nicholas for being obsessed with sharks, I have read and watched more things about sharks in the past 4 weeks than I have in my entire life).
• How to knit. Yes, I learned to knit (taught by the fab MC--remember the one who said my blog friends weren't my friends?). And while I start with 30 stitches and end up with 35, or I pull the yarn so tight I can't get another stitch in, I know how to knit and that is all that matters. Next up: how to sew. 
• Charlie Sheen in a winner.

End scene. Now, go out and get some learning done this weekend.

It's Blog Time

I have a confession. I have no idea what I will be blogging about. (Sorry Dad for ending the sentence with a preposition). Now, after hearing my confession some of you may be scrolling the mouse over to the big red X or typing "facebook.com" back into the address box; however, for those of you that are continuing on...reading this sentence...wondering what I'll say next...let me explain: 

Recently I have had to take some time off from school. For some people taking a break from school is like coming up for a breath of fresh air, or getting off the crazy whirly/twirly ride at the fair and finding steady ground----for me, the thought of taking a break from school was horrifying. It was like ripping off that bandaid that noone ever wants to rip off. "How is that?" you may be wondering. My bandaid (school) was wrapped so tightly around all of my cuts and scrapes (stress, anxiety, the list goes on...) that I just knew if someone were to rip it off a situation similar to the opening of Pandora's box would occur. All of my crazies would be released and I would no longer have any stability or familiarity around me. Basically, my life would be over. (Why yes, I am that dramatic). Here I am, nine months into the dreaded "break," and boy was I wrong about everything. While these nine months have been completely unnerving, frustrating, and terrifying (my family could tell some pretty good "Emily Has Gone Crazy" stories...), they have also been the most refreshing and uplifting months of my life. I have learned more than I ever would have learned during two more semesters drowning in papers, tests, homework, and meetings topped off with a bit of good ole self loathing. 

So, while I may not have some great adventure or job, or a handful of small children running around saying hilarious things to share with you all through a blog, I do have some things worth a blog. I am alive. I am breathing. I am well. I have an amazing family and group of friends. AND, occassionally I do do interesting things that some of you, or even just one of you may enjoy reading. For instance, I have been on the set of the remake of Footloose this week as an extra. Also, today I will be making a trip to COSTCO. COSTCO = heaven on earth for Emily Moore. Just wait until you read the post about that glorious experience... :)