MollyLynn

I have decided there are a few circumstances in this life that will irritate me until the day I die. These “issues” will continue to be something in which I will strive with great patience to overcome, and will continue to carve out a better me -one with more indulgance for stupidity and more compassion for the ignorant.

One of these circumstances is this: People walking.

People walking? Yes. People walking.

I work in an airport, and have the occasion, therefore, to enjoy the guilty pleasure of people watching. In my observation (and indeed in my own experience) I have noticed the “sleep walking effect” of people in large crowds. I am not sure why this takes place, nor am I certain of the exact time or space the transformation occurs. I just know that it happens, and that the epicenter of this social disease seems to be in the airport. The standing in front of the Flight Information Display Screens, the walking looking down at their boarding pass. I once watched a family of 4 walking abreast- dragging boards and skis slowly behind them, all the while oblivious of the effect they had on the people around them. How many times have you had to say “excuse me” to people standing in queue ACROSS a major pathway? I know the airport at times can feel like one big queue (most the time it IS one big queue) but for the love of mike…don’t form it down the middle of a major walkway. I am constantly forced to stand behind people on the escalator standing two abreast- with no luggage. I have also taken a few people out who have been trotting along at a regular clip and suddenly and without warning STOP and stand in place…I am always the most annoyed at this I think- though most of the time I stand blinking in confusion… Let’s not forget the “I’m in a museum looking up at the sky” syndrome too…that must hurt their necks!

Do these people know that they are not the center of the universe? Do they realize there are people milling all about them hoping to get to security, baggage claim, greet their family, go through customs, find a rental car, yell at a gate agent? Do they not realize the reasons for all the people around even being present at this mass transit arena? Reasons such as their daughter’s wedding (an event they MUST attend because they have the dress- handmade by mama), grandad’s funeral, a UMNR waiting with his mom, a family of tourists from Berlin in town to ski for a week, the ever present business traveller- always in a friggin hurry!- and of course….the vacationers.

There are also the people that are “too efficiant” in the speedy-ness of their gaite. The “New Yorker” stomping and huffing in a pant to get where he NEEDS to be 10 minutes ago. He is walking eyes forward, failing to see anyone around him. He is pushing aside the obstacles scattered about him- people included- without a thought in his mind except the email he needs to respond to (again 10 min ago), the arguement he had with his wife before he left, the rental car company ripping him off, etc, etc. He is the most important thing in his universe. What a jackass.

So I’ll end this rant with a few respectful “walking awake” tips from yours truly.

1. Be aware- the most important and simple way to respect your fellows and walk successfully
2. Know your bags. How big? How heavy? Take all your liquids out BEFORE you send it through the xray…and yes- your laptop does need to be in a separate bin.
3. Form lines responsibly- just like you don’t block an intersection with your car..don’t block it with your body and your bag.
4. Get rid of your attitude. You are not the center of the universe.
5. Slow down and smell the roses. Be patient and courteous to all.
6. Be punctual. If you had given yourself that extra hour you wouldn’t be stressed. You would have time to grab a drink. You would have time to be a human.

See you at the airport.

I’ll be watching you.

I recently took a short trip to a town in south eastern Washington called Albion. My reason for visiting was my grandfather’s failing health. Aside from the grim conversation in hushed tones around the old family dining table and the emotional buckling of the normally constant and steady “man exterior” of my Grandpop, I found small joys in re-living the places, sounds and smells of early childhood. 

The house itself is a beautiful old farmhouse set (as it only seems fit) in some rambling old fields and rolling hills. I remember spending winters wishing there was some snow for us kids to play and sleigh in. The white picket fence surrounding the property was hand built by my Grandfather- his name is Donald- I am guessing somewhere in the late 60’s or so. Each spring Donald could be found hand painting all the chips, dings and scratches on that beautiful old fence.

I walked around on the gravel streets of the town and recalled tromping to the school-yard to play with my brothers and cousins on the playground. I saw the sign that has marked the town for who knows how long and HAD to have a photo as proof of it’s decay and quaintness.

Breakfast was also a memory buster…healthy breakfast cereal?!?!?! As a child I remember being a little less excited about the Omega 3 Pumpkin Seed Granola cereal than I was last week- for obvious reasons I am sure From vegetarians  to “wholly live off the land” folk, my family has always been particular eaters. Something I remember, make fun of, and still learn from today.

Spending time with the family that I hardly get to see was awesome and melancholy at the same time.  Awesome to see the family I know and love, to shower hugs and kisses, and to razz and laugh with the cousins I never see. Melancholy to see that everyone IS getting older and frailer and perhaps we aren’t going to be young forever after all… *sniff* 

Also a bit sad as you can imagine to see my Grandpa so frail and helpless. Don has been strong, able-bodied, productive and manly all his life- this is the grandad I know and remember.

Seeing him renewed my love for him … and made me want to have children to take care of me when I am 90+ and needing it.  Seriously.

This has all cemented in my heart the strong feeling that family, friends and the people you love are the important things in life and that they are all I need when I am old and grey. We all change, we all grow- in some cases we shrink too- we all know what it is like to love and hopefully what it is like to feel the immense warmth of being loved. I hope to love and grow my heart ever outward all the days of my life.

I love you grandpa.

The show is back. The new website is womenofwarcraft.tv. In the process of rebuilding the site I lost all the old comments, so if you wanna be a peach please go back and recomment on your favorites!

About Women of Warcraft:

The Show: Women of Warcraft, which began in 2006, is an easy way to get your World of Warcraft fix. In a few short minutes you can have anything from the most recent Warcraft news, updates on your favorite guilds, places to farm, WoW Auction tips and MORE! Subscribe and stay tuned- and don’t forget: it’s a game dude!

The Host: Molly Lynn is the name and Warcraft is her game of choice. She will take you through the more social aspects of the game- in a girly style. Molly has been gaming since she could reach the keyboard (and ward off the brothers for it) and enjoys all things social, interactive and meaningful in life as well as gaming. Molly’s style, while it isn’t for everyone, is engaging and fun.

Thanks for all the fans who have been sending in their emails of support and well wishes to get back at it!
A special thanks also to my peers and fellow podcasters:

…when he said “I never wanted this, but I knew this was coming…” I am now attempting to be as brave as he was in posting the news about his divorce on his blog. What better avenue than the “New Molly” blog?  To those of you who need -HAVE- to know more about the who’s and why’s of it all…I ask that you please keep your ill will and concern to yourself or to me- thank you for your understanding and support.

Women of Warcraft has suffered greatly in this time and my regret and apollogies go out to all my fans and friends- maybe it’ll be revived? Also a new venture Play Like a Girl has failed to launch (as of yet).

I am now Molly Doreen Lynn, and am making my way back into the arena once more for a fresh go around at podcasting, vlogging, and blogging. The way may be a bit slow as I revamp my life goals and recover from the recent heart surgery…smiles are becoming more prevelant though!

I am staying with a friend from jetBlue, Carey, who has been a mom/sister/best friend to me for the past eight months. Still working at jetBlue and loving it, modeling and also stepping into acting for the first time with a role in a miniseries for the web called “Mad Mortgage” (more to come on that later!)

Thanks to all who have known and been so very supportive though all this, I have really appreciated your support and love. Thank you.

Stay tuned for more from the MollyBerry- I am back. Promise.