tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37402490046853363662024-03-13T23:42:50.857-05:00~Thank Goodness It's Molly~Personal writings from me to you, as I stumble through my life as a semi-crunchy, semi-domesticated, play at home Mom of the most perfect twins. Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-44709633911036927832016-03-21T14:07:00.000-05:002016-03-21T14:07:11.012-05:00Fairytale <br />
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Once upon a time, on a very rainy day in February, a woman the size of a school bus waddled into a high risk fetal medicine clinic in Jacksonville, Florida. With bleeding stretch marks and feet the size of Kleenex boxes she waited happily and anxiously in the waiting room for a routine 37 week check up, feeling the kicks of four little feet.</div>
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That day a healthy baby girl who weighed only 5 pounds and a healthy baby boy who weighed even less at 4 pounds 10 ounces were born. That day, the school bus sized woman met the loves of her life, and her heart grew 10 sizes.</div>
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Meet Everly and Brixon, the best things I ever made.<br />
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Everly Claira, Baby A, Maria. Evie.</div>
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Named the most beautiful first name her Daddy and I could think of and a mix of Clairene and Barbara for a middle name. </div>
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She has been feisty from go. She came out yelling and bossing everyone around. She is beautiful but more than that she is smart, funny and sweet as sugar. At 2 she is a force to be reckoned with and takes no shit. She talks all day long. She's very concerned with her brother and his whereabouts. She is smiley and loves ice cream cones. She is amazing and we love her so much our hearts explode every day.<br />
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Brixon Robert, Baby B, Paco. B. </div>
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Named a strong first name because we wanted him to have a strong start. Brix. With a middle name for his grandpa, my dad. Everly calls him B. </div>
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Brixon came out happy. Quiet and sweet at the start. My super low maintenance baby to balance out my needy girl. From day one he is happiest outdoors. Our little Tarzan. He is adorable, strong, smart, naughty, and strong willed. At 2 he wakes up moving and goes until he is asleep at night. He is affectionately referred to as our sour patch kid. Sour, then sweet. A man of few words, he gets his point across as a man of action. We love him so much we could die. </div>
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I'm vaguely biased but I'm sure they're the most perfect kids to ever exist. I am certain I will talk about them at length, so I wanted to get introductions out of the way. </div>
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Talk soon.</div>
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Miss you.</div>
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Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-29728682315823293092016-03-20T19:10:00.002-05:002016-03-20T19:12:57.063-05:00Hello... It's me..I was wonderin' if after all these years you'd like to read..<br />
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Remember? I used to write things here and then I had babies and a million exciting things to write about but no time to write... Remember? </div>
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Of course you do. </div>
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Well, I'm back! Or that is to say "we" are back. As I'm typing this I have the sweetest two year olds asleep behind me in bed. </div>
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Don't worry, they're great. You'll love them. They're funnier, cuter, perhaps smarter... And really all around better than I am. </div>
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Also, they've made me a much better person. That benefits everyone. Ha. </div>
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Anyway. I'm back. After 2.5 years here I am. I had babies. Moved from Georgia back to Iowa. Stayed married to my nerdy (nerdy in a sexy way..) husband. Grew up a lot. I have lots to talk about :) </div>
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Can't wait! </div>
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See you soon! </div>
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Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-9173322861889541762013-11-26T02:29:00.001-06:002013-11-26T02:32:35.121-06:00Just Call Me The TwincubatorToday marks 27 weeks gestation!<div> We've had a few preterm labor scares and every single week is a huge victory! At 25 weeks and 3 days we got a positive reading on an FFN test when we were at the hospital for contractions. </div><div>The FFN is this insane test that can test for this protein that is found to be present when labor is a "possibility" within 2 weeks. </div><div>Basically that means if the test is negative there is a 95%-99% chance you won't go into labor within 2 weeks. There is some studies that say that number is more like 60%-90% with twins, but there hasn't been enough studies with multiple gestation to say for sure... </div><div>Anyway... A positive indicates that there is a possibility of labor onset within 2 weeks. A 16%-30% chance of going into labor. Any googling will show tons of people saying that a positive doesn't mean anything definitive.</div><div>The billion and fifty studies I've read would indicate in a twin gestation the numbers are more like 30%-54% chance of preterm labor within 2 weeks. My chances are (maybe) a little lower because my cervix is still long (3.95 centimeters), thick, closed, and not funneling. </div><div>Still, a positive FFN shouldn't be taken lightly with twins, and I was put on strict bedrest. My only real symptom of preterm labor was pretty consistent contractions (30 or so in 12 hours) every day. So, to combat that my new OB, who I love dearly, prescribed procardia. It hasn't completely knocked out the contractions but I am more confident that 12 or so a day is a safer number. </div><div>Anyway... I've spent the last couple weeks panicking. I am so scared of micro preemie babies and the first day of the 27th week technically welcomes us into the "very premature" status. Although I have no intention of allowing them to come for at least 7 more weeks, 27 weeks feels good. 28 weeks will feel amazing. I am not sure exactly why but 28 weeks is a big week for twin gestations. Our doctor told us it was when we could breathe a mini-sign of relief. Everything 30 weeks and after is a huge sigh of relief.</div><div>The babies are soo strong. Especially our little lunatic girl baby, affectionately known as Maria. She is so wiggly. It's incredible. Baby boy, or Paco, is also strong, but considerably more mellow than his sisterly counter-part. </div><div>We love them so much. I obsess all day about them. Even in a rare moment I'm not scared and worrying, I'm thinking about who they will be and how excited I am to cuddle them. </div><div>Bedrest has been interesting. I've updated all of our baby registries if you want to buy us a present, haha. Just search Molly and Zackery Williams, items can be sent directly to our house :) Amazon, target, babies r us. I've watched just about everything on netflix and hulu. I've purchased books on my kindle app. I've covered my stretch marks in coconut oil because they bleed now. I eat. Then when I'm done with that I eat some more. Followed by eating. Yet, no weight gain. I google as much as I eat. That's a lie, I google twice as much as I eat. Which is why I know that I should have gained more weight by now. Hopefully all the calories are going STRAIGHT to my sweet little womb mates. </div><div>They were 50th and 58th percentile for size at 24 weeks, and we have another scan a week from Friday. I'm interested/excited/anxious to see where they rank now. I would like them to be big fatties :) </div><div>So that's that! I'm gonna try to get more public writing done. I like it, it makes me feel social and interactive, haha. In the mean time if anyone has any tips or tricks for weight gain- I'd love to hear it. Also, if you have any experience with a positive FFN, I'd love to hear that as well. </div><div>XoxoxoxoX</div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dAcyy9ipypQ/UpRcoWbo0UI/AAAAAAAAAbc/BeGVnW0pIsM/s640/blogger-image-1015549774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dAcyy9ipypQ/UpRcoWbo0UI/AAAAAAAAAbc/BeGVnW0pIsM/s640/blogger-image-1015549774.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our twinlets kissing during an ultrasound last week :) </div>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-54485980436707073372013-11-04T02:27:00.001-06:002013-11-04T02:27:57.809-06:00Dear Babies (Part 1)Hi kiddos! <div>It is 2:59 am on Monday morning. I can't stop thinking about you, and I thought I would write you a quick note.<div> Tomorrow you will reach viability, and while that is very exciting, we won't meet you for at least 10 more weeks.<div> I already know you, and you guys are so cool. Baby "Maria", you are my little kick boxer. Super active and feisty. Baby "Paco", you are more relaxed but on occasion your sister will get turned around and harass you and you get crazy. <div>I love you both so much. So please keep cooking, stay healthy, we will wait to meet you. I promise to take things easy until you get here and feed you delicious things. Your Dad is great and is taking care of all of us so I can take care of you. </div></div><div>I know that while I carry you with me you are the safest you'll ever be. Tucked safely inside me and growing your little bodies, I know where you are. I know you're happy. I know you're fed. I know you're warm. I know you're awesome. I feel so responsible to make sure you always know how awesome you are and how much your dad and I love you. </div><div>You were so wanted. You are so loved. You will never know a day of loneliness because so many people love you. You are so important to us, and to so many more people. </div><div>You weigh well under 2 pounds right now and your Dad and I would do anything in this world for either of you, in a second. The real stuff. We love you so. </div><div>This pregnancy has not been easy. Some days I am so frustrated with all of the happenings that I could cry. But I never forget how lucky I am that I was chosen to be your Mom. Even in my weakest moment, I am beaming with pride that <i>I get to keep you.</i> A year ago I would have been so absurdly jealous of me. </div><div>It has never been clearer to me before that good things are worth the fight. I will always fight for you.</div><div>Anyway, we love you. That's what I'm getting at. We promise to do our very best and be our very best. All I've ever wanted was to be your mom, and your Dad is the greatest. </div><div>So stay safe, and healthy. I promise, promise, your outside life will be worth the wait. </div><div>Love you, </div><div>Your Very Sleepy Mama</div></div></div>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-42142167537254027672013-10-09T18:04:00.001-05:002013-10-09T18:05:31.359-05:00Pre-Announcement Twin Pregnancy RamblingsBefore I was allowed to announce our twinlets to the kingdom I wrote all of my pre-announcement feelings into my phone. Today, I am posting that nonsense for all of you to read :) <div><br></div><div>Enjoy!</div><div><br></div><div>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Do you want a Twinkie?"</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Obviously.... Please hurry... Please open it since I'm driving.... Wow, you just keep not giving me that Twinkie."</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Will you relax??"</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Will you give me the Twinkie?"</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Craving fruit and ketchup. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">2:32am call to babe at work.</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Babe... Sometimes it just hits me that we're having twins and I'm like..."</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Whoa."</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Yeah"</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Pretty fucking exciting"</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"We have to quit talking like that"</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Giggles. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Pregnancy brain is a very real thing.. Today I typed "are water is so gross.." Instead of our. I'm worried about my future. Perhaps I've had a stroke. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Hiccups are the prelude to vomit 9 times out of 10 when pregnant. Be aware. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">If you wait too long to eat or drink, you will vomit. Why is this so hard for me to learn? </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Latest name Zack suggests if one or both of twins is a girl-- Francerd</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">I would kill a man for froyo right now. Not a joke. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Sinus infection + pregnancy = misery .... But babies make it TOTALLY WORTH IT. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Took my antibiotic and my prenatals with a rootbeer freeze as a chaser. Rootbeer freeze is the only food I've been able to keep down today... Pills are gonna make me lose it too. Lesson learned. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Just read an article a woman wrote on the eve of her twins 13th birthday, addressed to the 13 years ago version of her, when her twins were first born. And SOBBED. Did I think this through?? I'm going to love and worry about these people FOREVER. Until I die. No matter what. That seems incredibly scary. It's too late to go back. I love these two babies and I fought hard to make them and keep them safe... I will be a mental case from now on. There's no end to this anxiety... It's forever. And actually... I have to say... I'm still super fucking excited. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"Yeah, vagina's do a lot of really gross things during pregnancy." Thanks Doc. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">It's amazing how little it takes to make me so sick. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"I can't wait to find out what flavors they are! I hope it's a blueberry and a strawberry."</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"> </p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">I thought the super sensitive smell nonsense was over... Nope. Silly babies.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">I can't imagine what people who have kids already do when they're pregnant. All I want to do is lay around and vomit. And search the internet for baby stuff I need....</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Zack guards our baby names like people are asking for our social security numbers. "Oh you're having twins?? Do you have names picked out?" "Yes, but we can't tell you." Yeah... The random Walmart checker is totally going to steal our names... Relax.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">At 10w2d I saw fetus A moving on the ultrasound. It was the most exciting, emotional, terrifying, motivating thing I have ever experienced. So cool :) I'm betting that's a boy. He was definitely hyper-active like his Daddy. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">"IF YOU TOUCH MY NIPPLES ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I WILL LOSE MY MIND!"</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Shelby texting me, and me having to pee every hour, will keep me from sleeping through the night for the rest of my life... Or this pregnancy. Twins will eliminate sleep after that. Clearly, since Shelby never, ever, sleeps. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Alert. Alert. I need a cheesey gordita crunch, STAT. This is not a drill.</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Would love to take this opportunity to use my blog post update post announcement of our sweet little munchkins, to acknowledge all the great people in my life, especially my husband. I have not been particularly easy to deal with the last 14 weeks, and everyone has been really great at just going with the flow and being super supportive. Our families have been amazing, despite their inability to keep secrets! My parents, as usual have helped us more than we can ever thank them for. My in-laws have been fantastic. We are so blessed! </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Pregnancy has assured me that, while he drives me insane, there really is no one better for me in this world than Zackery. A man who is willing to listen to you cry (for the 10th time today) because the children's book you are randomly reading "is just so sad", make 1000 late night food runs, not complain about all night sickness sessions, take care of literally everything around the house while you sleep 14 hour blocks, and watch your food and water intake until you want to hit him.. Is a good man. Zack is extraordinary. I love him to the bottom of my soul and I can't wait to be a parent with him the rest of our lives. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">I am so in love with our family. It nearly breaks my emotional heart. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Thinking of dying my hair grey.. Think Pink or Kelly Osborne. To make the inevitable transition easier. Anxiety! </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">I need a twin planner. That's like a party planner for babies. I need someone to buy all the stuff I need so I can stop thinking I'm forgetting something, and then send me the bill. Also, I would like to not receive the bill. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">There are at least 100 different kinds of cloth diapers. I think we're set for the first 15 minutes or so after birth as far as diapers go. So that's a relief. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Everyone I know is having babies right now. All our kids will grow up together... and I will tell you now I'm totally judging your kids by your actions when they all go out together in high school. In fact ill say it now. The twins aren't allowed to hang out with any of the kids of people I hung out with in high school. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">I am a super bitch. The more pregnant I get the more I want to punch everyone. </p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">Babe my nipples are so huge. Have you ever seen nipples this huge? </p>
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On a ape :) </p></div><div>Not funny. </div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I43whhcGk18/UlXhOWNq71I/AAAAAAAAAa4/PrAFPmLhdQE/s640/blogger-image-1629329261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I43whhcGk18/UlXhOWNq71I/AAAAAAAAAa4/PrAFPmLhdQE/s640/blogger-image-1629329261.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">12 weeks pregnant :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-48504302059376358502013-10-03T05:09:00.001-05:002013-10-03T05:39:33.836-05:00The Most Beautiful Thing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jBpDF9NVqwM/Uk1HN2F8vgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JDUsPEtNlo4/s640/blogger-image-839908845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="text-align: right; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jBpDF9NVqwM/Uk1HN2F8vgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JDUsPEtNlo4/s640/blogger-image-839908845.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">June 13th I finally saw a second line on a pregnancy test. The first time in a very long 3 years trying to get pregnant. The first time in 6 months of miserable fertility treatments. Up to that point it was the happiest day of my life. Still in my top 3.</span></div><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for them.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Every flutter, every kick, reminds me just how unbelievably lucky I am. My sore hips, my slow wobbly walk, remind me of how unbelievably lucky I am. My growing belly, my road map of stretch marks, all detail the beautiful words to a wonderful beginning of a story I wasn't sure would ever be written.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I don't have a single complaint. I know I've never done anything as important as what started on June 13th, 2013 until the day I die. Being a mommy to these babies is all I've ever wanted. I wasn't sure it would ever happen, and thanks to God and Science, it has.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Thanks to God.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Thank God for bringing me my Zackery. My sweet husband. He is my greatest blessing. Without him I am nothing I love to be.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Without him I'm not a mom.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Without him I'm not in love.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Without him I am not who I am.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Zackery, I love you and our babies with my whole heart. More every day and every day for the rest of my life, I love you. With my whole heart.</p><p style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Happier days are ahead readers. 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Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-58403309361012910762013-03-21T08:02:00.002-05:002013-03-21T08:02:20.624-05:00What Happened to Hank. The insanely long version...This morning I got 3 more hours of sleep than usual. I woke up at 7:37am to Hank bitching at me from the dining room, for the 4th time since we went to sleep at 9pm the night before. He knows we don't practice the cry it out method (haha) so if he makes any noise I run our to see if he's ok. Usually he has pooped and needs me to get rid of it. Or he's bored and can't sleep. Or his ears itch. Or the cat's are bothering him. Or he just wants to see me. I am always more than happy to check on him and do what he needs, because I am just so happy he's still here. <br />
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On February 9th Hank was acting funny. Zack had surgery on Jan 30th and we had all been stuck in the house 100% of the time since that happened. Hank and I usually go at least one place everyday. Even if it's just to run on base and have lunch with Zack. So, I assumed that Hank was acting funny because he was bored... because I definitely was. So I decided to take him to go for a ride on his favorite street at around 9pm the night before. <br />
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I was on the phone with my mom when we walked out to the car, and Hank was so excited to be leaving that I couldn't even get the door to the car all the way open when he tried to jump in the drivers side. As he jumped in he just missed his back feet making the seat and smacked his feet against the side of the car, but pulled them in and didn't even need to make a second go at getting in. <br />
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I asked him if he was ok.<br />
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He didn't answer. <br />
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I got off the phone with my mom and off we went. We drove for about half an hour with the windows down in the dark. He smelled everything. He acted normal. <br />
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We got home and he hopped out of the car and walked in the house. Tail wagging.<br />
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That night he couldn't sleep. He was next to the bed and he kept waking me up because he was breathing super hard. I didn't think he was in pain, just restless or excited. Eventually I found his tempurpedic pillow and gave it to him, he passed out. <br />
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The next morning I noticed he was having a hard time standing up to go potty in the morning. I gave him a rimadyl and just thought that his hip dysplasia was bothering him. <br />
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When he came in he hopped up on to the couch and walked in a circle for 5 solid minutes trying to get comfortable enough to lay down. I kept telling Zack something was wrong. It was a Sunday morning and I made a mental note to take him to the vet on Monday to get some new meds for his hips. Clearly he was uncomfortable. <br />
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Eventually he gave up on the couch and wanted to be let outside again. I opened the door and watched him walk into the yard. He seemed like he was drunk. He couldn't keep his feet underneath him. <br />
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Suddenly, he just fell over in the yard. My heart dropped and I ran outside screaming like he had been shot. Zack freaked when he realized something serious was going on. He crutched out of the bedroom for the first time in 10 days to see how he could help. <br />
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After a few seconds in the yard Hank got up on his own and came inside. I pulled the tempurpedic mattress cover off of our bed and brought it in the living room so he could lay down on it without getting on the bed. He walked in circles for 15 minutes while I made him a turkey burger, turkey bacon, green beans, and a HUGE helping of coconut oil. Usually the coconut oil helps his hips within a few hours and at that point I was still convinced that was the issue. <br />
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He ate it all standing up on the mattress pad. <br />
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Finally he went in to the dining room on the tile and laid down. Zack assumed he was better and he went back to bed. I sat on the couch and started googling the best treatment for him.<br />
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Every once in a while I would notice him craning his head around the corner to look at Zack. I thought he was tired and checking on everyone. I'm an idiot.<br />
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Eventually Zack noticed he had Hank's attention and started talking to him. Telling him what a good boy he is and calling him a fat dork (his super sweet pet-name for Hank). <br />
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This is when I really started to lose my shit.<br />
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He wasn't wagging his tail.<br />
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At all.<br />
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So I told Zack. <br />
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Zack got up and we both went in and sat with Hank and in our most seriously high-pitched, Jenna Marble-esque voice, tried to get him to wag his tail... which he usually does without any type of provocation...<br />
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Nothing. <br />
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Now I'm trying my hardest to keep it together. I'm leaving messages for the vet on his emergency line. That's messages. <br />
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I am losing my shit.<br />
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Hank is getting scared because I can't get a grip. He's restless and freaking out and drags his back legs, knuckled under, into the living room. At this point, Zack starts to lose it too. <br />
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My first thought was that some prehistoric weirdo animal that Georgia grows had bitten him. A snake or something. When he fell in the living room and it was clear his back half was now completely paralyzed within 3 hours of waking up that morning, I was pretty sure he was dying. <br />
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We sat sobbing on the floor with him while I told Zack that this was probably it. <br />
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When the vet called us back he said that he was about 4 hours from his office and he would meet us there when he could. He said that he thought Hank would be fine for four hours and that if he was bitten by something he wouldn't make the one hour drive we had to the vet anyway. Just to sit with him and keep him called until we heard from him.<br />
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I needed Hank to stay calm, so we sat with him and fed him at least 20 expensive bully treats. He was so scared and he was trying so hard to stand up. When I think about it now my heart breaks all over again. It was the most heart breaking thing I had ever seen. He locked his eyes on me and was begging me to make him stand up. He just couldn't. It was awful. <br />
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He was breathing incredibly hard at this point, and multiple times he would stop breathing for a second. I gave him a benadryl to help him relax and sat with his head in my lap begging him telepathically to just "go" if he was going to go. To not make it to the vet and be scared and make me make a decision to end his suffering. To just fall asleep in my arms, where he belonged, and not wake up. I begged him. <br />
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Makes me sick.<br />
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We sat with him saying goodbye for the next 4 hours. I called my parents sobbing. It was dramatic and awful. <br />
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When the vet called to say that if we left now for his office we would get there at the same time as him I had an overwhelming feeling of dread. How was I going to get this 100 pound, drugged, paralyzed, scared, dog in the car by myself? Zack couldn't help because he couldn't walk. Our friends that have babysit Hank for us were out of town, and I didn't want him to be scared if a stranger came to help. So, I decided that I was just going to figure it out. <br />
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I took apart the travel kennel Hank used when he was a baby and drug half of it into the living room where he was laying. Still sobbing I tried to get behind him and pick him up under his arms and put him in the top of the crate. As I reached underneath him and pulled him up, I realized I was stepping on his tail. Like... full-on... he made no noise. He didn't even know. My heart was crushed. I hurt him and he didn't even know and I couldn't tell which part of that was the saddest. <br />
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I eventually got him into the half crate and drug it out to the car, Zack crutching behind me. I stood next to the car, which seemed like it was 1000 feet from the ground, next to my paralyzed best friend, next to my broken and helpless husband, and cried and cried in the driveway. <br />
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I was a mess. This was not my proudest moment. Going back I would force myself to pull my shit together and be strong for my boy. There were moments in there when I was strong for him. Not enough. But there were moments. <br />
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I finally took a deep breath, wiped my face off, and lifted Hank's 100 pounds of basically dead weight in the car. He cried when I put him in, so I knew he had some feeling, but I also knew that I hurt him again and my head was starting to hurt from sobbing like a 5 year old. <br />
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Off we went. One hour to the vet, let's go. <br />
Except we have no gas. <br />
The car said 13 mile to empty. We had around 120 miles round trip. <br />
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So I sped to the gas station. I had recently lost my debit card and went inside to write a check. I go to this gas station 3 or 4 times a week. I am there all the time. The ladies who work there know me and they've seen Hank a billion times. However, when I tried to write a check for gas they told me they couldn't accept it because it was an out of state check... so here I am in the gas station trying not to cry and begging this 17 year old moron to let me write her a check for over so that I can get gas and she can keep the extra. Please. PLEASE. <strong>PLEASE!</strong><br />
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Wasn't happening.<br />
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So I went back to the car, ready to steal gas. All my cards were suspended due to the lost wallet. Zack's wallet was temporarily missing post surgery and I was ready to take criminal action, when Zack saved the day and called a friend of ours who met us with a gas can.<br />
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Finally. We were on our way. My head was racing thinking that would be the last time Hank was ever in my car. Thinking I was about to be with my boy for the last time. Thinking I was going to accidentally kill all 3 of us if I didn't pay better attention to the road. <br />
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When we got to the vet he immediately came outside with a muzzle for Hank. Right, this guy needs a muzzle. Usually I would have protested but everything was happening quickly and I didn't even care. He put it on him and lifted him out of the car and into the building.<br />
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They took him back for x-rays and I assumed they would come back and tell me it was time to let him go... but they didn't. <br />
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Dr Mike came back in and I can't remember how everything went because my head was throbbing but I do remember the relief when he said there was no break. It wasn't disc disease. Just spinal swelling, and while we had a long road ahead of us he thought there was a 60/40 chance he would recover enough to walk. Afterall, he was only 6 and super healthy and strong otherwise. <br />
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He would have to stay at the vet for at least a week.<br />
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I don't even remember driving home.<br />
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I was exhausted and I passed out the moment we got in the house. <br />
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The next week I visited Hank 10 times. I brought the vet and his staff treats. <br />
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I didn't sleep.<br />
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It was awful. <br />
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Then finally, I got to bring him home. <br />
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When he got home he had deep pain sensation. I could squeeze his nail bed as hard as I could and he would move his back feet a little bit. <br />
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That's all we had. <br />
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Anyway-- that's the long and boring of it. He has what's called IVDD which is basically spinal swelling. Most dogs recover. They regain sensation from the back to the front, which means full use of his tail will come first. Then he will be able to stand on purpose. Then regain full control of his bladder and bowels. Then He will walk. <br />
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It's exhausting to take care of him. It is all I have done since he got hurt. I spend most of my life washing pissy shitty blankets and towels and making sure he has new fresh warm ones to lay on.<br />
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I am never upset about it, and here's why... I knew it was coming and this morning he finally showed me that without a doubt, hes going to be okay. Even if he only ever walks in his wheelchair (that the kind people of my life funded--thank you thank you thank you) this morning, my sweet boy, WAGGED HIS TAIL! It was 7:37am, he was bitching, and I could smell poop. I walked into the dining room and he was happy to see me and HIS TAIL WAGGED! <br />
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Full on, on purpose, waggage. <br />
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It has made my day and inspired me to write the longest post ever.<br />
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That's what happened. It sucked, but it's getting better! We have tail waggage! Woohoo!!!!<br />
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I'll try to keep you all updated on Hank's progress here and quit posting on my facebook quite so much... <br />
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xoxoxLove, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-86334548261154443612012-11-07T17:39:00.005-06:002012-11-07T17:43:36.976-06:00Remembering 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.<br />
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. <br />
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The fact is that I can’t believe that I am writing this. Nothing sounds right, but I am doing my best.</div>
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“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” –Helen Keller</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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Aunt Jill and had the greatest sense of humor.</div>
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We all remember watching “What’s Love Got To Do With It” more times than we ever wanted to, or care to remember.</div>
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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.</div>
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We all remember the bomb pops she always had on hand.</div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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Jill loved her siblings fiercely and was often giving them a hard time to show it. They love her back and miss her terribly. </div>
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It’s incredibly painful to know our parents are grieving the loss of their baby sister so deeply.</div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. <br />
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.</div>
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She loved us so much. <br />
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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. <br />
She was so happy for me when I met my husband Zackery, and she loved him so much. <br />
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. </div>
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
One amazing summer where we went everywhere and we did everything. <br />
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. <br />
Or “danced” anyway. <br />
Jill was a terrible dancer, but she danced with her whole heart… and her whole body. </div>
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We remember riding around in her convertible that everyone gave her a hard time for having, because it was so impractical. <br />
Jill was impractical, and that’s how she liked it.<br />
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We all remember laughing hysterically. Every day.</div>
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She was inappropriate, and had just the right amount of twisted sense of humor that our family is known for. <br />
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I will probably think of her every time I have a good laugh for a while. <br />
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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.</div>
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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. <br />
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. <br />
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. <br />
Then finally Steph’s turn, clear in the back. <br />
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. <br />
We couldn’t help it. We all (including, and especially, Aunt Jill) laughed and laughed until we thought we'd pee.<br />
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. <br />
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Finally, our favorite memory as a team is Aunt Jill getting jiggy. <br />
The summer that Aunt Jill babysat us that Will Smith song “Getting Jiggy With It” was very popular and on constantly. <br />
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. <br />
She would look at us and say she was going to get Jiggy if she was trying to get us to do something. <br />
“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!”. <br />
In the end, we all got Jiggy with Aunt Jill. <br />
I’m really glad that I can remember always, eventually, letting the jiggy moment take us and all of us getting jiggy together. <br />
Scaring pedestrians and passersby. <br />
Jill did that. <br />
She brought the jiggy out in everybody and somewhere in heaven, she is getting jiggy with it right now. <br />
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The world has lost a light that can never be replaced. <br />
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I miss her so much.<br />
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Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-39317193040206305882012-11-04T13:06:00.001-06:002012-11-04T15:41:49.530-06:00My Aunt JillAfter 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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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I wish I could be home right now with my family. They are all so sad today, as her loss is really sinking in.<br />
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I love you all, so much. <br />
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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.<br />
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<span class="userContent">A service will be held for Jill at Cutler Funeral home in Council Bluffs, Wednesday, November 7th. <a href="http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/nonpareilonline/obituary-funeralhome.aspx?fhid=6862&pid=160743925" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/nonpareilonline/obituary-funeralhome.aspx?fhid=6862&pid=160743925</a><br /><br /> Memorials can be directed to SOLAS.</span><br />
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Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-64336776883127620482012-05-09T22:49:00.001-05:002012-05-09T22:49:35.161-05:00Can 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. <br/><br/>I could cry.<br/><br/>Here I go.<br/><br/>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.<br/><br/>So excited. <br/><br/>I have to get back to my life of packing and fighting with my bother, excuse me brother.<br/><br/>Say a prayer for Babe's safe flights!<br/><br/>Thanks for going on this journey with us =] <br><br/><br/>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-76166115633602507032012-05-08T19:29:00.001-05:002012-05-08T19:29:45.692-05:00OH EM GEE! Guys... Seriously... AHH!! So excited! <br/><br/>Come help me pack! <br/><br/> <br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/wpid-photo-may-8-2012-505-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/wpid-photo-may-8-2012-505-pm.jpg?w=500" id="blogsy-1336523375205.5313" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a></div> <br/><br/>Love you, bye :)<br/><br/> <br/><br/>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-78313014257521154562012-05-03T14:07:00.001-05:002012-05-03T14:07:29.282-05:00I 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 :) <br/><br/> <br/><br/><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d9s2Z6pa9Po" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d9s2Z6pa9Po" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe> Xoxo<br/><br/>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-30201470637609490472012-04-21T21:40:00.001-05:002012-04-21T21:40:18.602-05:00Rated 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. <br/><br/>You have been warned.<br/><br/> 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.<br/><br/>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... <br/><br/>Humility?<br/><br/>Modesty?<br/><br/>Pride?<br/><br/>Self preservation?<br/><br/>The fact that I really hate the visuals many of you will get when reading this... or do I? ha.<br/><br/>Who knows. But. I've decided it's time. <br/><br/>So, here it is ladies and gentlemen.<br/><br/>The post. <br/><br/>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 <em>sleeping </em>alone. <br/><br/>It is hard to go from regular... uh.. <em>interaction... </em>to zero. <br/><br/>I need to get laid. That's the long and short of it.<br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-21-2012-929-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-21-2012-929-pm.jpg?w=500" id="blogsy-1335062378182.892" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="388"></a></div>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?<br/><br/> Seriously though, I miss being touched and touching. So much. It's obscene. <br/><br/>Literally.<br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>I miss seeing him naked. I miss his big.. amazing.. lips. Oh kisses. I miss kisses. <br/><br/>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.<br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>So horrifying.<br/><br/>And hilarious. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>I was mortified. I nearly got up and left. <br/><br/>How embarassing.<br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>It is unnatural.<br/><br/>People need touch.<br/><br/>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. <br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-21-2012-926-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-21-2012-926-pm.jpg?w=500" id="blogsy-1335062378137.3367" class="alignnone" alt="" width="495" height="500"></a></div> <br/><br/> <br/><br/>Sigh. <br/><br/>19 days. 19 days. 19 days.<br/><br/> <br/><br/>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. ;] <br/><br/> <br/><br/>Bye bye sweetie pie's! <br><br/><br/> <br/><br/>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-12181656993076429742012-04-20T15:08:00.001-05:002012-04-20T16:13:33.785-05:00Well, Isn't That Pinteresting... I'm so crafty. It's ridiculous.<br/><br/>Actually that's a lie. Whatever the opposite of crafty is, that's me.<br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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.<br/><br/>I could pin things all day long. Heaven forbid I start at night... kiss sleep goodbye, girlfriend. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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.<br/><br/>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.<br/><br/> <br/><br/>So, anyway, check me out! <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/> <br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-100-am.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-100-am.jpg?w=500" id="blogsy-1334956385713.6965" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a></div> <br/><br/>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.<br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-103-am.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-103-am.jpg?w=500" id="blogsy-1334956385761.3147" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a></div> <br/><br/> <br/><br/>Nextly I found the magnetic tape and took these stupid pictures. Is anyone still reading this?<br/><br/>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.<br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/> <br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-204-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-204-pm.jpg?w=500" id="blogsy-1334956385710.285" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a></div> <br/><br/> <br/><br/>And here is the finished product!<br/><br/> <br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-205-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-205-pm.jpg?w=500" id="blogsy-1334956385779.9414" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a></div> <br/><br/>I'm practically Molly Stewart. I think it's super cute. <br/><br/>No? <br/><br/>ha. well, I tried. <br/><br/>ALL I CAN DO IS THE BEST I CAN DO!!! <br/><br/>Look forward to more of these posts as I pin my way through wife-ing. <br/><br/>I have to go pack more. Blech. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-412-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-20-2012-412-pm.jpg?w=500" id="blogsy-1334956385736.9824" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="478"></a></div> <br/><br/> <br/><br/>Later gators! <br/><br/> <br/><br/>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-10247425446978291332012-04-19T23:13:00.001-05:002012-04-19T23:22:39.210-05:00Our Own Little DITY<p>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.</p><p>Seriously, I'm losing it. </p><p>My brain is like an explosion of confusion. </p><p>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. </p><p>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. </p><p>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. </p><p>Look at this though...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-209-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-209-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695142.4336" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></div><p>We have to go that far.</p><p>With this dog bed topped with our 90 pound Hank...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-mar-28-2012-216-am.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-mar-28-2012-216-am.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695111.692" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a></div><p> </p><p>And this Lucy containment system, filled with what will likely be the worlds most angry-stoned cat...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-622-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-622-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695165.9573" class="alignnone" alt="" width="375" height="500"></a></div><p> </p><p>In this tiny backseat...</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-624-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-624-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695141.8508" class="alignnone" alt="" width="375" height="500"></a></div><p>... seriously.</p><p> </p><p>This is a Tetris puzzle that I fear can not be accomplished.</p><p>It makes me triple dot ...</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong>6 HOURS LATER</strong> </p><p> </p><p>After a day of cleaning and organizing I am feeling like this is possible, however, but not fun. Zero fun.</p><p>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...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-606-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-606-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695199.58" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="373"></a></div><p> </p><p>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...</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-446-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-446-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695154.546" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="373"></a></div><p>This is the pile of stuff I'm not packing so that I have things to wear for the next 21 days...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-606-pm1.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-606-pm1.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695212.6975" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="373"></a></div><p> </p><p>and here... is the motherload of stuff... and it is all going to goodwill. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-1103-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-1103-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695124.845" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-1110-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-19-2012-1110-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334895695157.7727" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></div><p> </p><p>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. </p><p>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. </p><p>Right? Right. I'm doing good.</p><p>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. </p><p>I'm sincerely ashamed of how sore I am after 8 hours of cleaning, organizing and packing. It's really sad.</p><p>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. </p><p>Anyway.</p><p>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?</p><p>Well, it's been good talking to you all. More soon. </p><p>Love you. </p><p> </p><p> </p>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-62542833822180213402012-04-12T23:14:00.001-05:002012-04-12T23:14:42.700-05:00Molly 2.0<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><br></div><p> Well kids. It's getting down to the wire. At this moment there are exactly....</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-12-2012-1024-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-12-2012-1024-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334290463114.1096" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></div><p>Until my sweet sailor man gets home. I am thrilled.</p><p> </p><p>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.</p><p> </p><p>This weeks adventure is mostly packing.. let's hope the coming adventures are a lot more fun.</p><p> </p><p>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.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-12-2012-1105-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-12-2012-1105-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334290463173.3071" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a></div><p> </p><p>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. </p><p> </p><p>Please observe this fun picture of Hank and I...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-12-2012-1057-pm.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://tgimolly.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/wpid-photo-apr-12-2012-1057-pm.jpg" id="blogsy-1334290463169.9807" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a></div><p> </p><p>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. </p><p> </p><p>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. </p><p>Maybe I'll go by Moll in Georgia (although it's more likely I will put my head in the oven).</p><p>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.</p><p>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. </p><p>I might pick up a new hobby. Bowling? Scrap booking? Gardening? Heroin? Needle point? Storm chasing? Who knows?</p><p>The possibilities are endless.</p><p> </p><p>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.</p><p> </p><p>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.</p><p> </p><p>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?</p><p>I am. I'm to say. </p><p>A hair bow-tie would be sweaty.</p><p> </p><p>Anyway. Food for thought. </p><p>xoxo </p><p> </p><p> </p>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-60754510279848546642012-03-12T05:46:00.002-05:002012-03-12T06:07:03.899-05:00Well, 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?? <br />
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Just me?<br />
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Well, lucky you.<br />
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Sigh.<br />
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What a glamorous life I lead. <br />
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I can't tell ya. <br />
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.<br />
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I can't wait to see my family more before we leave for Georgia. <br />
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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. <br />
It just is what it is. <br />
We are slowly going crazy.<br />
I am on a much faster path, admitedly, to crazy town.<br />
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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. <a href="http://tgimolly.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-you-think-you-want-to-marry-sailor.html">As you have read previously,</a> I will cut you if you tell me to suck it up or any other annoying thing... so don't. <br />
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For the most part, I have been quite the little champ during this deployment, if I do say so myself. <br />
And I do. <br />
10 months of toughing it out, mostly.<br />
So I am entitled to a minute, or a week, of loathing all that is being a military wife. <br />
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My husband should be home to clean dog puke up at 5am. Damn it.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
I did. <br />
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...<br />
Anyway. <br />
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. <br />
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I filled out our application and faxed it in from work that night. <br />
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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.<br />
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Let me explain. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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.<br />
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I'm just an incredible judge of character.<br />
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So that's been my week. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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Right now.<br />
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HOWEVER, just typing that I am remembering all sorts of fun things I need to blog about soon...<br />
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Lucy disappearing and my obsessive need to make sure she's ok on our cross country adventure...<br />
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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.<br />
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And various other random things.<br />
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So, I'll be back soon kiddies!<br />
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I've missed you so!<br />
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ps, again Happy Happy Birthday Shelbykins =] I love love love your face.Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-64737628596022732032012-02-28T00:06:00.000-06:002012-02-28T00:06:45.499-06:00Unemployment: The First Step To HappinessGUYS!! 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!!<br />
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xoxo!!<br />
Get ready!Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-81514330572074337182011-12-26T14:38:00.001-06:002011-12-26T14:38:11.747-06:00This Is NOT Right<span class="messageBody">
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can not happen. I will be in Sioux City for the hearing on Wednesday and I hope
that you go too. <br /><span>------------------------------</span><wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>----------------<br />A little over one week ago, Aurelia
Iowa Town Council ordered Officer James Sak, a disabled Veteran & retired
Chicago police officer, to remove his service dog, Snickers, from the city. He
was told that if he did not comply with this order, that Snic<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">kers would be
seized and killed. WHY would the town seize & execute a service dog, you may
be asking? Because Snickers is a Pit Bull mix; and Pit Bulls are banned in
Aurelia. Never mind that Snickers is certified with the National Service Animal
Registry, or that he aids a former war veteran and police officer who suffered
from a stroke leaving him with disabilities. <br /><br />This is just one example of
the danger, and absurdity, associated with breed specific legislation. <br /><br />A
Federal court hearing requesting the immediate return of Snickers to Officer Sak
is scheduled for December 28th at 9:00am in Sioux City, IA. Animal Farm
Foundation has arranged for representation for Officer Sak and will be traveling
to Iowa to help Officer Sak fight for the right to keep his service dog. This
hearing is OPEN TO THE PUBLIC - Please help by showing your support. Please also
take a moment to check out this video.</span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34201943?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"></iframe><a href="http://vimeo.com/34201943">December 28 Hearing in Iowa for Officer Sak and Snickers</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user6199777">Animal Farm Foundation</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</span></div>Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740249004685336366.post-49174182305578225342011-12-19T09:00:00.000-06:002011-12-19T10:35:14.093-06:00Increased SensitivityI am very emotional lately. Shocker. I miss my husband.<br />
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This is not limited to random sobbing fits when hearing this song come up on my playlist...<br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/0lyOZtKIAGI">http://youtu.be/0lyOZtKIAGI</a><br />
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That's tough... but I'm also prone to fits of unbridled and agape love for my husband and my family and friends. <br />
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What I'm saying is...<br />
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I am randomly overwhelmed by how proud I am to be introduced as "Bob's Daughter", "Mickey's Daughter", "Danny's Sister", etc, or especially "Zack's Wife". I'm proud of them and I'm proud that they are a part of me. <br />
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Also, on occasion I will get into my bed and see that my husband is calling me and I get butterflies... and I squeeze my Hank and am overwhelmed by how lucky I am. I have a big, warm, comfortable bed, in a nice house occasionally full of dog hair from the worlds greatest dog and shredded toilet paper from the worlds most <strike>psychotic</strike> adorable cat. But mostly I am lucky to have so many people who love me... and my soulmate. It's obscene.<br />
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I am a lucky chick.<br />
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Even now typing about it I'm getting borderline weepy.<br />
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I'm a basket case. Little things set me on emotional roller coasters of epic proportions... psychotically happy a million miles an hour to anxious and missing my sweet sailor only to swing back up and slap overwhelmed with gratitude right in the mouth. <br />
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Of all the emotions I experience, anger is <em>rarely</em> one of them, so I'm lucky that way. People who know me know it doesn't take much to get me riled up, but to get me heated takes a lot and it's nearly impossible to bring me back without a good nights sleep.<br />
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Yes, right, like I've had one of those since May... that's happened. <br />
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So, I'm lucky that way... Because after a few facebook friend sweeps and one minor life change, all of the anger in my life will be pretty much goneski.<br />
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I feel legitimately bad for those around me lately, I am extremely hard to keep up with. <br />
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I joke frequently about having very little joy in my life... which isn't true. <br />
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I have gobs of joy. <br />
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People who I haven't spoken to more than 5 times since high school who send me things in the mail to tell me they're thinking about me when Zack had to leave... Joy. Or how about a girl who I would have considered one of my arch nemeses (excuse my dork talk, you can thank my husband) who wrote to me on facebook to tell me she was excited for me to have him home. Joy. Joy in knowing people are good. <br />
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I want to tell everyone who has reached out to me how much I appreciate each of you. I wish I could hug each of you individually... which is a big deal, since I'm not really a hugger.<br />
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I am full of gratitude and proud to be each of your friend, sister, daughter, cousin, neice, neighbor, grand daughter, facebook acquaintance. I appreciate that you're good people. <br />
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Sigh.. what a sappy blog post.<br />
Geesh. I need to get a grip.<br />
Ok, seriously, tomorrow, a good TGIMolly style blogpost. <br />
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Love you big!<br />
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Love, Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03336056582189410120noreply@blogger.com0