the greatest life

I know I write a lot about how I have the greatest family. (slash sister. Hellooo, hair). Or the greatest Freddiefriend boyfriend. But I rarely write about my friends and that is just nonsense because they are the greatest too. Oh boy, and this past weekend they did all sorts of wonderful things. So here is a post about how I have the greatest friends. 

Fact. I kind of make a big deal out of my birthday. You know the little 6 year olds who get so excited about their birthdays and it is all they can think or talk about? That is me. Multiplied by some big numbers. But I mean come on! Birthdays are so exciting! The world was blessed with a new awesome person (you) (and me) on that day. The only thing up there on the same excitement level is Christmas. And let me tell you what, my birthday being in the summer is perfect. I mean, hello, birthday and Christmas are spread out evenly throughout the year so I get to feel all the excitements all the time. Thanks MC and Russell for perfectly planning my summer birthday ;)

Anyways, back to those friendly friends of mine. 

Most people could (and probably do) roll their eyes at my birthday madness month. Not my great friends, oh no. They pull out all the tricks! Surprise visits and thoughtful presents. Creative birthday wishes and gourmet meals. Singing and dancing and laughing, oh my! I had such a wonderful weekend celebrating with the most thoughtful and fun group of people. Ever. I also gained 5 lbs. this weekend so let's just call it a success all around. 

Ruth, I am so glad you flew in for the weekend! Live with me forever. And never leave for a year again. No m'am.

Dan, will you come into town for surprise visits more often? With flowers? I'm spoiled. 

Caroline, err I mean Shamu, high five on the best. texts. ever. Texting teenagers everywhere should be jealous. 

Kate, OMG SCOUTMOB! You know how to feed my food obsession. 

I can't finish this post without also saying thanks to my greatest family and my greatest Freddiefriend. And FF's fam. Everyone was birthday-licious. And I loved every second spent with all of you! Now, time to get ready for Santa. 

a case of the no funday mondays

Growing up is hard to do. But for real. Summer feels like...every other week during the year except a lot more sweat and a lot fewer clothes. Gone are the days of endless free days and 5 vacations/trips per summer months. Gone are the days of spending every day at the pool from opening to closing time. Gone are the days of living off of candy bars and...oh wait, those days aren't gone just yet.

Yesterday was just a funny day. Every little thing that happened was obviously a big ole fat joke. And boy, was I laughing! While I did title this post the non fun-day Monday, it really all started on Sunday. Sunday, you were not nice, no sir. 

The downward no fun spiral started on Sunday evening when we got a sign from the Universe. Yep! It's true. The Universe spoke and told me, Freddiefriend, and Jimmie not come home from vacation this weekend by giving us a flat tire on the way home. We were meant to stay in FL! It was our destiny and we ruined it! And because of that, we had to be punished. Which leads in my no fun-day Monday. 

After returning to GA during the deep deep night and closing my eyes for what felt like a quick nap, I was up and driving to Kennesaw. I always say that driving down 85 to Newnan feels like you are going to the armpit of GA. Exit after exit after exit... well if Newnan is the armpit of GA then Kennesaw is the knee pit. (Georgia is obviously an upside down man, okay? Roll with me here). It is so far away! It's like the more you drive the farther away it gets. Mind blown! Crazy! It doesn't feel real. Once I got to Kennesaw to teach my dance camp I realized I had a piece of glass stuck in my foot. The tiniest piece of glass somehow caused the biggest amount of pain. And a good amount of blood. So naturally I danced on it and shoved it up real good in my skin because I mean, what else was I supposed to do? 

Here is what went down next: 

Scene 1-My dentist (in Newnan) called to move my appointment to 2. Camp ends at noon. Plenty of time to drive to the GA's armpit and stop somewhere by the shoulder to get some lunch on the way. Right? Wrong. Because first days of camp are confusing and parents don't remember what time the camp ends so we wait a long time for pick ups. 

Scene 2-I arrive at the dentist office just in time. Getting from Kennesaw to Newnan in one hour? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I will accept an award. They sit me in a room immediately which makes me giddy because I think this procedure will be fast and I can finally eat my first meal of the day.

Right? Wrong. Because duh! You sit in the room waiting in the dentist chair for 2 hours instead of waiting in the designated waiting room. I was so naive before yesterday. I learned so much. 

Scene 3 a.k.a Best Scene Ever-Towards the end of my 1.5ish hour wait I am about to unleash my hanger or hungry anger on someone. I had not eaten all day. I had a shard of glass wedged somewhere in my foot. And my teeth were probably rotting right there as the time ticked away.

Right? WRONG. Because HERE IS THE KICKER....::drum roll:: I have magic teeth! Magic! You heard correctly. When the dentist finally strolls in and takes a peek in my mouth he exclaims that there is nothing he can do today. No, not because my sticky pits turned into cavities. More like my sticky pits vanished when my teeth decided to re-mineralize themselves and be perfect and clean. I'm sorry, you've never heard of teeth re-mineralizing either? Good, so we'll just say I have magic teeth.

Scene 4- Hangrily, I go home and eat a baby Milky Way bar. Oh yeah dentist, my magic teeth and I will show you. Don't you make us wait again.

Oh yeah. And Russ Moore performed surgery on my foot and got some glass out with his pocket knife. Real Grey's Anatomy style. 

Well shucks, Tuesday, you just seem boring now.

Mary Caroline, if you're reading this, shopping this afternoon with you was my favorite and not boring at all.   

And some pictures from vacation weekend...

And post-Universe speaking experience picture...

petit jeté means little jump

Y'all...my job is kind of crazy. The awesome kind of crazy. I've always loved ballet (except for those few years I didn't) and I've always loved kids (except for those times when I nannied and they peed on me...nope, still loved 'em) so my job is the perfect culmination of all good things. 

Every day I put on my leotard and tights, slick back my hair into a bun, and head out the door. Most days I think to myself, "I thought I was done wearing pink tights under my leotard years ago..." or  "How many butt cheeks does this leotard make me have?" or "I hate hairspray. So much for my hair looking normal today..." 

For those of you who don't know, wearing pink tights under your leotard is so a young ballerina thing. Once you make it you can totes wear whatever. And that usually doesn't involve pink tights unless you're on stage. Especially if your name is Emily Moore. Holler! Hate those pesky pink tights. 

And every day when I get to ballet camps my little ballerinas Ohh and Ahh and squeal and tell me how I look like a real ballerina. Or a princess. And how they want to look just like me. And can I show their moms how to do a real ballerina bun? Those squeals and big excited eyes that take in everything I do and wear make. my. day. 

So here's to all the little ballerinas who have made all my summer days so far. You guys rock. And y'all do awesome petit jetes. 

Lawd have mercy. If this picture doesn't make YOU Ohh and Ahh, then I don't know. Go find your happy place because this picture melts me up like a hershey bar waiting to go on a s'more! mmm!

P.S.--it is my birthday month. And I was nice enough to share with America and all, but now the party can really start. 

a post about the sister i love the most

I write a lot about my sister on this blog. I'm sure you haven't noticed so I was just trying to fill you in. She's just... so much fun and I love sharing our loving, sister-bonding stories.

And I want her hair, clothes, dimple, etc. No big deal, of course. 

Sister Envy is what some call it. I call it Life Isn't Fair. 

Anyways, back to sister. This isn't a post about how much I like her luscious hair and beauty dented cheek, this post is about how Ann Moore is a thief! A bad thief, I tell ya! 

Being a recent graduate comes in handy for many reasons. One of which is the fact that while I live on my own, all grown-up like in Atlanta, I still kinda live at home (meaning my parents haven't converted my room to a guest bedroom or dog room yet...). No, my room has become something much better---a storage room. For me and my excess stuff, this works out great. My real room in Atlanta can look clean and clutter free when the truth is all my stuff with which I don't know what to do can still live packed away in my room at home. This also works out for my family as ALL things with which no one knows what to do go straight to my room. 

Some of this stuff includes clothing. Lots of it. Clothes that I want, I promise, I just don't always want them with me all the time. Sometimes during our time apart, I forget about certain clothing items and how much I truly love them and can't live with them, obviously. Ta-Da! In steps Young Ann. Here to remind me what clothes I miss and need back in my clothes life. That child could find a needle in a haystack, if the needle was shaped like a frilly white blouse and the haystack was a room full of this and that and other things. How do I know this?

Because every time I see Ann she has on an article of my clothing. That I may or may not have forgotten I own. And I suddenly need that particular item of clothing very, very badly. Don't judge me, okay! She's stealing from me!

An Emily Seeing Ann Wearing Her Clothes Scenario goes much like this...

::Ann flaunts around room::

E: Nice shirt.

A: Thanks.

E: I want that back.

A: It's my shirt.

E: PSH.

::A continues to flaunt::

E: Give it back! I need it! Stop wearing my clothes!

A: You left it so now it is mine!

::more fighting::

::A hides said article of clothing::

::E finds said article of clothing::

::E wears article of clothing::

::All is right in the world once again::

Scenarios like this happened on a daily basis during our recent Disney trip. It was like my closet went to Disney and packed Ann along as an accessory. I mean, really! Shirts, sweatshirts, who knows what else! 

Moral of this blog? Life is hard entertaining with a sister. Also, I must have cute clothes, right?! Wrong. Also, Ann has beautiful hair.

The End. 

Oh yeah and p.s.-This guy gave Ann her curly hair (can't you tell?!) and gave me a peanut butter obsession. Happy late Father's Day! 

side note: Ann is wearing her own clothes in this picture. 

The End again. 

on the time i forgot about my blog

It's been close to a month since I wrote on the blog. What the whaaat? I get so caught up in stalking reading other blogs and laughing about how funny they are and pondering how I can write something that funny that I completely forget to actually write anything--funny or not. So here's to a new mediocre/moderately humorous post.

This is also how I roll with exercise. It goes something like wow let me read all this stuff on working out and think about it and then maybe one day I'll eventually get around to physical exercise...

Anyways, here is a cheat sheet list of the happenings of life post graduation. It is also the beginnings of a great textbook of things that are must-dos and sees! Buckle up, baby, because life after college is crazy.  

TV shows that are a must-see: Smash, Revenge, and Bob's Burgers. I suggest Bob's Burgers as a starting, middle, and finishing show. It is pure GOLD.  I also suggest asking me to watch it with you because that is the nicer thing to do since I led you to this beauty. 

Vacation spots: Charleston and Disney. And Newnan. I spent two weeks in Charleston. TWO! DEUX! One for play and one for work. Lemme tell you what, if you are ever hungry, go to Charleston. I don't care where you are when you are hungry, go there. I left Charleston with a little bit of freckles and a whole lotta food in my belly. Whoa, wet keyboard from my drooling at the memory... Ahh, truffled tater tots. Come back to me. 

Clothes to have: 3 words. Mint colored jeans. 1 important word. Mint. Holy All Things That Are Beautiful, these jeans are hot and practically can be worn with anything and everything. Even as pajamas because that is how great they are. Minty freshness on yo legs. Get with it. 

Song to listen to all summer: Call Me Maybe. I feel no further explanation is needed. 

Enjoy the pictures. Come back next week and maybe I'll surprise with another post! Oh, the anticipation is already killing you, I know.