Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Remembering Aunt Jill

Today was my Aunt Jill's memorial service. I couldn't be there, because we're in Georgia and our family is grieving in Iowa. I try not to think about it, because I wish I was there for my Dad and my Aunt and Grandparents and cousins and everyone else who is missing her. I was worried that I would have no closure at all, but I did get to write something for her that they read today.
It's nothing special, but writing the words for her were very emotional for me and I'm grateful to my Aunt Julie who did some editing because I was such a mess.
Anyway. I'm told it was read today at the service, and I wanted to share it with you all too.
here it is :]
A complilation of thoughts from nieces Jennifer Beckner Nelson, Molly Lich Williams, Stephanie Beckner Dashner and nephew Danny Lich as written
by Molly Lich Williams
The fact is that I can’t believe that I am writing this. Nothing sounds right, but I am doing my best.

“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” –Helen Keller

That’s why Aunt Jill will live forever. Because we loved her deeply and she loved us back. We enjoyed her company and she enjoyed ours.
All of us cousins, Jill’s beloved nieces and nephew, have put together a few of the reasons Jill will live on in our memory’s forever.

Aunt Jill and had the greatest sense of humor.
We all remember watching “What’s Love Got To Do With It” more times than we ever wanted to, or care to remember.
We all remember Aunt Jill’s infectious laughter and how amazing it was to hear such a huge laugh come out of such a little person.
We all remember the bomb pops she always had on hand.
Aunt Jill was an animal lover. She loved Heidi, her miniature schnauzer, the way most people love their children and she truly grieved her loss from cancer, for years.
The day after Aunt Jill passed the realization she was reunited with her Heidi, was suddenly comforting. Although her sweet Emmy, who she loved as much, will miss her forever.
Jill loved her siblings fiercely and was often giving them a hard time to show it. They love her back and miss her terribly.
It’s incredibly painful to know our parents are grieving the loss of their baby sister so deeply.
Aunt Jill thought all of her nieces and nephew were absurdly talented. Stephanie missed her calling as the American Idol. Jen is the worlds greatest mother to her boys. I am a the worlds greatest writer, and Danny is the funniest person to ever live.
She thought we were all funny. And we are. But she knew Danny could make anybody laugh until they had snot running down their faces.
She loved spending time with all of us, and, as I am sure most people do when someone passes, we are all feeling guilty about not spending more time with her as we got older. 
I realize now writing this, that we did spend a lot of time with Jill. We’re all just feeling the loss of her, and realizing that we won’t have the opportunity to spend more time with her in the future is extremely painful.

She loved us so much.

In the last 3 years, all 3 nieces have gotten married and each of our spouses was loved by her as if he had always been a part of the family.
She was so happy for me when I met my husband Zackery, and she loved him so much.
She couldn’t wait for us to have kids. I’m comforted knowing she will meet them, and hold them in her arms, before Zack and I ever do.

Jill loved Jen’s boys, her great nephews, as if they were her own. Zachary loves his Aunt Jill, or Aunt Jeel as he says, so much. Jen says he’s been talking to her in the sky. He will miss her and our future children will miss out. I hope that Zachary can convey to them how much love she had.
I have been feeling a lot of guilt typing this because my best memories of Aunt Jill, in fact, it seems, all of our greatest memories are from one summer where she babysat all of us.
One amazing summer where we went everywhere and we did everything.
We day tripped to fun plex, and the zoo, and the park, and the pool, and the lake, and the movies. Anywhere we wanted to go she took us, and we fought and laughed and sang and danced the whole way.
Or “danced” anyway.
Jill was a terrible dancer, but she danced with her whole heart… and her whole body.

We remember riding around in her convertible that everyone gave her a hard time for having, because it was so impractical.
Jill was impractical, and that’s how she liked it.

We all remember laughing hysterically. Every day.

She was inappropriate, and had just the right amount of twisted sense of humor that our family is known for.

I will probably think of her every time I have a good laugh for a while.

For a while, she ate Molly McButter on EVERYTHING, and called me that for a while too…

Aunt Jill refused to age. Us girls remember doing our nails with her. She always picked the most horrid “lunch lady pink/orange” colors. For someone who refused to age, she sure let her taste in nail polish get ancient. We gave her such a hard time.

We remember when we packed into a car we didn’t fit in with Steph in the hatchback and driving 3 hours away to get grandma and grandpa a new puppy, Sadie.
Sadie was an adorable little black ball of piss and vinegar with an alligator mouth that we all fought over holding on the way home.
First it was Jen’s turn because, no matter what she says, she’s a big whiner and it was always her turn first. Then Danny, because everyone loves him the most. Then me, because everyone knows first and second are the worst and third is the best.
Then finally Steph’s turn, clear in the back.
Steph was so excited and Sadie had been in the car at this point probably 10 times as long as she ever had before. After a few minutes Steph said “aw she’s drooling on me!” until Aunt Jill realized Sadie had just puked all over Steph.
We couldn’t help it. We all (including, and especially, Aunt Jill) laughed and laughed until we thought we'd pee.
Then she made Steph wear a giant shirt to take the puppy in to surprise Gma at work. Jill didn’t want any of us to miss out on the surprise, she was so excited.
She loved to make other people happy.

Finally, our favorite memory as a team is Aunt Jill getting jiggy.
The summer that Aunt Jill babysat us that Will Smith song “Getting Jiggy With It” was very popular and on constantly.
Jill loved to “dance” to that song arms flailing and singing at the top of her lungs . . . At red lights, in the mall, at the pool, anytime one of us kids heard that song start it was sheer panic.
She would look at us and say she was going to get Jiggy if she was trying to get us to do something.
“Get out of the pool and get in the car, it’s time to go home. Get out! Get out or I’ll get Jiggy!” “Ok, sheesh we’re coming! Don’t get jiggy!”.
In the end, we all got Jiggy with Aunt Jill.
I’m really glad that I can remember always, eventually, letting the jiggy moment take us and all of us getting jiggy together.
Scaring pedestrians and passersby.
Jill did that.
She brought the jiggy out in everybody and somewhere in heaven, she is getting jiggy with it right now.

The world has lost a light that can never be replaced.

I miss her so much.


Sunday, November 4, 2012

My Aunt Jill

After a long struggle with illness my Aunt Jill passed away unexpectedly early yesterday morning. I'm heartbroken that she is gone, but it is easy for me to picture her now happy and healthy, free from pain and trials, watching over us.

In the end she was able to give the gift of sight with the donation of her eyes, I know that she would have been very proud of that. I am proud of her for that.

In addition our family asks that all memorials be made to SOLAS (the local animal shelter) in her name. Aunt Jill loved her dogs and would have been very proud that our family has decided to honor her in this way.

Please pray for my grandparents who miss her desperately and have been through so much. While they are grieving my Grandma Barb also continues to struggle to get well herself.

I wish I could be home right now with my family. They are all so sad today, as her loss is really sinking in.

I love you all, so much.

My Aunt Jill had a great sense of humor, and she thought I was hilarious. She loved my blog and I want to write something about her in the coming days that she would have liked. So, please check back.

She loved Zack and I so much. We loved her back.

A service will be held for Jill at Cutler Funeral home in Council Bluffs, Wednesday, November 7th.

Memorials can be directed to SOLAS.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Diamond Candle Code!

I have a diamond candle code for $5.00 off of a diamond candle, I want to share with my fans! These soy candles smell amazing, don't break the bank, and have a real ring worth up to $5000 in every candle! Full price they're $25.

Here's the link

That's the ring from my last candle :)


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Here a blog, there a blog, everywhere a...

I need a job, or about 800 new pairs of cute new underwear. Because if I don't start having a reason to leave the house, pants will be a thing of my past. A fond warm-legged memory.



I'm so borrrrrrred.


Well, why don't you blog more Molly?

Why don't you get off my BACK?!




The thing is since we got here things are so hectic!! I'm back now, so let's not fight.


So! How has everyone been? What have you all been up to?

Zack and I have been busy, him with work and trying to knock me up. Me with playing with Hank and Lucy, and our new kitten, Alice. And trying to get knocked up.



It's all very stressful.

But soon we will have our second vehicle and that should help on the Molly get a job/hobby/charity front.


Also, the other night Zack and I had dinner with some friends at Buffalo Wild Wings. Afterwards we were all congregating in the parking lot, as we do, when a friend of Zack's walked up to him. Still in uniform, he LOUDLY whispered something about me getting pregnant to Zack, and Zack said back "Nah, she hasn't started her period yet." which was pretty morifying. I get that he's exciting, but enough is enough.


The next day a man was selling steaks door to door and, in an attempt to make conversation, asked us when we were going to have kids. Zack told this COMPLETE STRANGER, "oh, no she just started her cycle, but we bought a fertility monitor so I think we're going to get pregnant right away." oh wow.... thanks for that.

So I started a blog, here

to keep everyone from asking my husband about my reproductive system in front of me and making me feel like a piece of meat.


That's what we've been doing.

More soon kittens. Love your faces =]


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Zack Almost Hit Me. Then we laughed and laughed.

I showed Zack a video of Michael Jackson's ghost with a surprise ending. He almost kicked my ass and then we both were on the ground laughing and rocking. We nearly peed. This is his man cave excuse the mess. 

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Can You Dig It??

I can't believe It's finally time for this post. Zack is heading to the airport right now to come home to me. To get back to our life. To be together again.

I could cry.

Here I go.

I am so happy. It's overwhelming and I don't think it's really even hit me yet. He reports to the airport in about 15 minutes, from when I'm typing this... which is at 10:46... what I'm saying is he has to report to the airport at 11pm our time, and 7 am tomorrow his time. He will not land in our fair city until 9:30pm 2 days from now.

So excited.

I have to get back to my life of packing and fighting with my bother, excuse me brother.

Say a prayer for Babe's safe flights!

Thanks for going on this journey with us =]

Tuesday, May 8, 2012


Guys... Seriously... AHH!! So excited!

Come help me pack!



Love you, bye :)


Thursday, May 3, 2012

I Have Big Plans

I'm hoping to do more videos when Zack gets home.... To make you feel like you're adventuring with us. Which will be fun for everyone, I think. I purchased a few new apps in preparation and I've been toying around with them. Here is the edited version of Zack seeing Hank for the first time in 6 months when he was home on leave. Pretty excited :)



Saturday, April 21, 2012

Rated R for Adult Content And Plastic Male Nudity

So, here's the thing. If you are my grandma, or anyone's grandma really... you shouldn't read this post.

You have been warned.

I've been putting off a lot of posts. I have them in an idea area, but nothing completed. Things about the toughest times since Zack left, and posts about insecuritites I've had since he's been gone. Potential or future posts, that I am delaying until the emotions associated with them aren't quite so fresh. I choose to post about these things because of how many people have said that the things I write to them make them feel less alone in what they go through. I promise to post them, just not until Zack gets home and I can squeeze him when I'm bummed. Deal? Anyway.

This post was on my list, for many reasons. First, as previously stated, I want Zack to be here to fix the .... ahem... emotions ... that this post will bring up. Honestly, I wasn't sure I would post this at all, for the sake of... Oh, I don't know...




Self preservation?

The fact that I really hate the visuals many of you will get when reading this... or do I? ha.

Who knows. But. I've decided it's time.

So, here it is ladies and gentlemen.

The post.

There are a few things about marriage and co-habitating that you grow accommodated to that are hard to give up. For example, sleeping alone. And sleeping alone.

It is hard to go from regular... uh.. interaction... to zero.

I need to get laid. That's the long and short of it.

It's not just about the lack of sexual satisfaction either. Because, let's be honest. It's 2012 and there are self-help options. haha. awkward?

Seriously though, I miss being touched and touching. So much. It's obscene.


My brain is functioning like a teenage male.. nearly everything my husband says is followed by "that's what she said" in my brain. I feel like everything he says is sexual.

I miss seeing him naked. I miss his big.. amazing.. lips. Oh kisses. I miss kisses.

I miss being massaged and tickled. I miss him playing with my hair! Which led, partially, to the awkward moment I am about to share with you, blog readers.

Since Zack left, when I feel deprived of human contact I schedule a pedi or mani. A facial perhaps. Recently I scheduled an appointment to get my hair done. It had been nearly 4 months since one of my appointments, and I really needed it. Really.

I had a groupon so I had never met this incredibly nice lady who was coloring my hair. She was keeping perfectly pleasant conversation about my life and my sweet Sailor man while she mixed the color and continued with it into the application.

About 15 minutes in... I realized how hard she was trying to keep the conversation going. Which was weird, because you literally can't shut me up. Took me a second to take stock of the situation.. when I realized.. I was MOANING. Omg.

So horrifying.

And hilarious.

I was like "Oh my gosh! Have I been making innapropriate noises while you have been putting that in my hair??? This whole time?!" She started cracking up.

I was mortified. I nearly got up and left.

How embarassing.

Sexual deprivation for military wives is a very serious thing. When you first hear about women cheating on their husbands while they're deployed you judge them harshly, and they deserve it. They're awful horrid women. Cheating is not an option. However, after a few months alone, single and married... forced into celibacy... when you don't make excuses for those women, and you still judge them, and they're still horrid, but you have a tiny bit of understanding.

It is unnatural.

People need touch.

Our relationship, our amazing bedroom skills, are worth waiting for. But, I am still a grumpy gopher after watching a particularly graphic sex scene on tv, or at this point, finding and packing away all the penis items from my bachelorette party.




19 days. 19 days. 19 days.


Oh husband, how I miss and love you. My sweet, sweet, love. I can't wait to see you, Punkin. You thought it was hot in Bahrain? Wait til I get you home. ;]


Bye bye sweetie pie's!


Friday, April 20, 2012

Well, Isn't That Pinteresting...

I'm so crafty. It's ridiculous.

Actually that's a lie. Whatever the opposite of crafty is, that's me.

Which makes me so sad, because I love Hobby Lobby. Everything in there draws me to it. I want to buy it and take it home and create things. But I can't fathom for a second what.

I loathe scrapbooking. Knitting and other yarn projects do not show fast enough results for me. Honestly, it's hard for me to wait for spray paint to dry when I actually do commit to a project.

Which is why Pinterest is killing me slowly. It's got to be the most overwhelming website in the world. And yet, I can't look away.

I could pin things all day long. Heaven forbid I start at night... kiss sleep goodbye, girlfriend.

I've also found literally hundreds of things I'm going to force.. ahem... ask... my new fun neighbor in Georgia to make with me.

I'm determined to be more wifey. Wife-like. Since I will be jobless, for at least a little while after we get there, money will be relatively tight at first but I want more than anything to feel comfortable and at home in our new place. Mainly because it is the only HINT of control I have while leaving my home town, my family, and the place I have always loved.

So I want to make our house our home, and I want to keep busy. So I'm going to try my hand at cooking all these new fun recipes I've found and pinned to my "Yummm" board. As well as fancying up our new place with all the fun things on my "For Our New Home" board.

So, the last two days I've been busy making this little gem. I hate having my makeup that I use daily in a drawer. I feel like the drawer gets gross. Plus, in my current house I have no (yes, NONE) drawers in my bathroom, and this will be fun for the next few weeks I'm here. Just to see how it works out.


So, anyway, check me out!

First I went to Michaels and bought a 12 inch shadow box. On pinterest the lady used a picture frame but I thought the edge of the shadow box would keep things from falling off in the event of a drunkenly slammed door. As luck would have it scrap book paper is also 12 by 12 inches, so I picked out a pretty one for the background and grabbed a can of spray paint in a cute blue color, and a roll of magnet tape.

Then, I went home and spray painted the outside of the shadowbox and the inside lip blue. I waited about half the time I was supposed to for it to dry, and applied another coat, and another, and another, until the tiny can was empty and Nicole Richie's stomach.



My next problem was trying to find someone who would cut me a sheet of metal for the backing to make the surface magnetic. As luck would have it I had to run to Home Depot for something else, and inquired if they cut metal... which of course they did not. As I was walking out however I noticed these pieces of "metal sheeting". I have no idea what they're actually used for but they had a lot of really decorative ones. Anyway, because it was meant to be, the piece was exactly 12x12 and I bought it and walked to my car grinning like a moron.

It slid right in but I put a few dots of tacky glue on the back just for fun. It's also INCREDIBLY sharp on the outside and I don't want to bump into it in the middle of the night and have it fall out and slice off my toes. Although, that would really open up my shoe size range.

Then I slid the piece of scrapbook paper on top. I didn't glue it down, because the paper was relatively sturdy and I want to be able to change it out when it gets gross, as anything that touches makeup daily does. Plus, the magnets hold it up anyway. Moving on.



Nextly I found the magnetic tape and took these stupid pictures. Is anyone still reading this?

Using scissors, I cut the magnets into small pieces and peeled off the impossibly sticky backing to adhere them to my makeup. Repeat as needed. Since in general I wear eyeliner and mascara on a good day, all of this makeup looks brand new. I'm going to try to actually look presentable on a daily basis after Zackery get's home, so I'm getting in the practice now... kinda. Anyway.

Then came the brushes, the undereye corrector for my infallibly unrested undereye baggage. It would be silly to magnetize all of them to the board so I searched my house for a solution. On Pinterest she used a giant medicine bottle, but since I rarely take meds I was at a loss. I'm not really even sure what that polka dot thing is, but I found it in my brothers room and took it. It was probably mine anyways.

Putting the magnets on the round surface was hard since they curved the other way.. I guess you could probably put them inside and use the tacky glue to keep them stuck on. I'm not sure. After a lot of wasted magnet pieces, this finally worked well enough to hold all the brushes and etc.




And here is the finished product!



I'm practically Molly Stewart. I think it's super cute.


ha. well, I tried.


Look forward to more of these posts as I pin my way through wife-ing.

I have to go pack more. Blech.

Happy 17th Birthday Cody Kiraly Self. I love you muchly and I am so stinkin' proud of you and your brother I can't express it in words. You've grown up to be the most awesome kid around, and If my kids are exactly like you (but also love puppies and kittens) I will be the happiest lady alive.



Later gators!


Thursday, April 19, 2012

Our Own Little DITY

Well. Planning this move is ruining my life. I know no matter how much I screw it up the end will still be my sweet little family of four in our cute new house in Georgia, and that my friends, is the only thing keeping me sane.

Seriously, I'm losing it.

My brain is like an explosion of confusion.

You have to rent a truck, and it costs like a billion dollars right from jump street. Then you add gas. That alone is enough to make me wish we let the military move us.

Now, before YOU (you know who you are) say anything, I am still glad we picked to do this our selves. This is a situation I'm feeling very little control over and having 100% control of my possessions makes me feel a little better. Plus, we're still saving more money.

But today, I'm ready to cry just looking at my living room.. which is completely full of things that need to be packed and organized... I considered taking a picture but seeing it would stress my husband out haha.

Look at this though...

We have to go that far.

With this dog bed topped with our 90 pound Hank...


And this Lucy containment system, filled with what will likely be the worlds most angry-stoned cat...


In this tiny backseat...


... seriously.


This is a Tetris puzzle that I fear can not be accomplished.

It makes me triple dot ...




After a day of cleaning and organizing I am feeling like this is possible, however, but not fun. Zero fun.

I rented a few movies today and sorted all of our clothes, shoes, and a few other random things. This is stuff we're taking so far...


This is a box of shoes I found in my closet that I sorted and separated... This is roughly 1/3 of the shoes I found...


This is the pile of stuff I'm not packing so that I have things to wear for the next 21 days...


and here... is the motherload of stuff... and it is all going to goodwill.


I am THRILLED to see it go. If I would have let someone else pack and move us, there's a strong chance I would have moved that pile of crap I don't want all the way to Georgia. Yuck. It's gotta go. Honestly, that pile will probably double. More likely triple. I want our new house and all future houses to be clutter free.

As I was putting all those clothes into the goodwill pile today I was having pangs of guilt when I'd throw some piece of expensive clothing with tags still on it into the mix. Each time I had to remind myself that If I kept it I'd never wear it, and if I put it in a pile to sell it, it would never EVER happen. So instead some lucky goodwill shopper is going to hit the Jack Freakin Pot.

Right? Right. I'm doing good.

I really believe in karma and I feel like this stuff is weighing me down. Owning things you're not using that someone else could be using is definitely bad juju.

I'm sincerely ashamed of how sore I am after 8 hours of cleaning, organizing and packing. It's really sad.

But I'm getting it done. I know our belongings will be safe. That makes me feel good. Which is important. A happy wife, is a happy life. ha. seriously, ask my husband.


Final thoughts for today... who has ANY idea how we can pack that monster TV? We don't have the box. It's 60 inches of stress right now. I have no idea what to do. It was too expensive to just chance it. Any ideas? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

Well, it's been good talking to you all. More soon.

Love you.



Thursday, April 12, 2012

Molly 2.0

Well kids. It's getting down to the wire. At this moment there are exactly....

Until my sweet sailor man gets home. I am thrilled.


There are roughly one million things for me to blog about in the coming days, so my intention is to make that happen. I want to chronicle our adventures.


This weeks adventure is mostly packing.. let's hope the coming adventures are a lot more fun.


Guys... side note... Zack sent me an iPad a few weeks ago and I'm currently blogging from a bluetooth keyboard, which would be great if my fingernails weren't so uniformly unattractive right now.



It's not good. Most of them are way too long to even hit the keys I intend and the other ones have been snagged in puppy hair today and are jagged and awful. I meant to file all of them earlier, but instead filed one and then took 100 pictures of Hank and I with my cell phone... So the cocaine sniffing pinky nail that grows 5x faster than the rest will live to see another day.


Please observe this fun picture of Hank and I...


I am experimenting with wavy/curly hair for Georgia. Since my hair would be shoulder length ringlets if I allowed it to be, the humidity in Georgia threatens to cause me one and a half years minimum of bad hair days. I've been putting in straightening gel before my regular gel and it's turning out interesting.


Anyway, this got me thinking... moving to Georgia is like switching from middle school to high school! It's a chance for me to totally reinvent myself.

Maybe I'll go by Moll in Georgia (although it's more likely I will put my head in the oven).

Maybe I'll adapt a new carefree "let-the-cards-fall-where-they-may" life style and quit worrying about every dang thing. Also, pretty unlikely.

Perhaps I will start wearing fake glasses, because they look so stinkin cute on me. If everyone there thinks I'm visually impairerd I would feel much less douchey about wearing them.

I might pick up a new hobby. Bowling? Scrap booking? Gardening? Heroin? Needle point? Storm chasing? Who knows?

The possibilities are endless.


What I'm thinking for sure is that I am going to adopt a new "my hair is like this on purpose" persona. My old room-mate (we've discussed her multiple times in the past) used to have this really annoying girl come to our house. She was adorable but just as boring as could possibly be and honestly, she irritated the shit out of me. She used to walk in to our house with this HUGE back comb poof thing on the back of her head. Like, we nick-named it the alien... not lie, snookie poof, it was the snookie poof's fat step-sister. HUGE.


At first, it would take you back a little but then you would get used to it. Because she rocked the alien poof. Like she made us all feel silly for not wearing an alien poof. Just for a minute of course, because that look definitely is not for everyone.


So, that's my plan. If ever there were a perfect time to try new weird things with my mane it is now. Perhaps I'll tie it in an elaborate bow on my neck, like a bow-tie. That could be my signature look. Who's to say?

I am. I'm to say.

A hair bow-tie would be sweaty.


Anyway. Food for thought.




Monday, March 12, 2012

Well, there's that.

Raise your hand if you woke up at 5am to clean dog puke out of, what is now, your husbands side of the bed??

Just me?

Well, lucky you.


What a glamorous life I lead.

I can't tell ya.
Today is my last full time day at my job. I am thrilled. I can't wait to have a normal sleep schedule, and have enough time to play with my friends. Specifically my beautiful bestie Shelby, who is 25 years young today =] Happy Happy Birfday Shelb! I love your face.

I can't wait to see my family more before we leave for Georgia.

I just typed Georgie instead of Georgia. Partly because it is 5:22 in the morning and partly because Zack and I have both developed some sort of mental deficiency recently that causes us to end every word, and for that matter most names, with the 'ee' sound. Jordin is Jordy. Higgins is Higgy. Georgia is Georgie.
It just is what it is.
We are slowly going crazy.
I am on a much faster path, admitedly, to crazy town.

I miss my husband and for the last several days I am in "I HATE THE NAVY, AND MY LIFE." mode. There is nothing I can do to avoid it. As you have read previously, I will cut you if you tell me to suck it up or any other annoying thing... so don't.

For the most part, I have been quite the little champ during this deployment, if I do say so myself.
And I do.
10 months of toughing it out, mostly.
So I am entitled to a minute, or a week, of loathing all that is being a military wife.

My husband should be home to clean dog puke up at 5am. Damn it.

Anyway, other than the last few days I have been generally extremely stoked and optimistic for the future. Today Zack and I find out if we get the house we really want in Georgia. It's a sweet duplex, where we will have super great neighbors that I have met via facebook.

We've been chit-chatting for the last few days and multiple times I've had to hold back a "did we just become best friends?!" comment. I'd hate to creep her out, but she's a lot of fun and has been extremely helpful. Plus, she likes the Penguins Of Madagascar.

Here's a fun story! This week I posted to the Kings Bay Navy Wives facebook page asking for pictures from someone of the housing development Zack and I were interested in. It's a series of villa's and I know it's a popular place for military couples to live, so I knew I'd get a hit.
I did.
A few girls had pics on their facebook page, and I started talking to my new bestie (ha, I'm a creeper) asking her right around 3,000 questions within just a few hours...
That day, a few hours later, Zack and I decided that we definitely wanted to live in this community, and my new friends adjoining duplex was open so we knew essentially exactly what it was like in the inside since I had seen pics of hers.

I filled out our application and faxed it in from work that night.

Then, in a moment of what can only be described as naive (however, well placed) trust, I paypaled my new friend 375 dollars to give to, what I hope, is our new landlord to cover our security deposit and application fee. Only a few hours after initially "meeting" her through facebook.

Let me explain.

She is fabulous. Let's start there. Secondly, I didn't want to mail 375 dollars cash or money order across the country, because that seemed like a CRAZY idea, hahaha.

My mom and the people I work with think I'm a nut job. My mother and my aunt surmised that my new friend may just troll military wife sites to lie in waiting for this very situation and pounce on unsuspecting military wives. For the record I asked her if I could send her the money, so that would make her like... the worlds GREATEST scam artist.
In which case, she totally deserves my hard earned 375 and I am impressed enough to not really even be that upset about it. I also know her address and where her husband works. So, relax.

I'm just an incredible judge of character.

So that's been my week.

I can't wait to update all of you on our new housing situation. Hopefully we know by the end of the day that we have been accepted.. WOOT.

At the moment I do not have the attention span to continue to blog, because it just occured to me that I really really need to price out moving trucks for our 23 hour adventure.

Right now.

HOWEVER, just typing that I am remembering all sorts of fun things I need to blog about soon...

Lucy disappearing and my obsessive need to make sure she's ok on our cross country adventure...

All of my well thought out plans for our travel, that will probably all totally backfire through no fault of my own, and still need to be written down for proof that I did indeed have a plan.

And various other random things.

So, I'll be back soon kiddies!

I've missed you so!

ps, again Happy Happy Birthday Shelbykins =] I love love love your face.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Unemployment: The First Step To Happiness

GUYS!! I'm going to be back to my bloggy self in 2 weeks, as tonight I put in my 2 weeks notice at work. I will miss my job, and the people I work with whom I love, but quitting early to pack our house was a necessity. I'm really looking forward to getting back to all of you, my loves!! Soon, soon, soon!!

Get ready!