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With the blog challenge and a few other things, I realized that I haven't actually posted about our happenings since March. And even then it was solely an update on Eric's scan. If Peggy (my late mother-in-law) were around she would say, "Tell me about Holly". She always asked the questions that I didn't want to answer. Things are hard right now. I know I haven't written anything about our  struggle with infertility since... December?  On the one hand, I can't believe it has been that long since we started trying to figure out this baby thing. On the other hand, this summer felt like it was twelve months long. The pain that has accompanied this process  trial is far more than I ever could have anticipated. Mostly emotional, some physical. It is damaging. It has been damaging from the get-go. And my only hope is that it won't always be damaging. I do see in my mind a picture of me, with 2 or 3 kids someday (thoughts of a big family have been dashe...

My favorite comfort food is probably tuna noodle casserole. But you already knew that. I also have recently started trying new meatloaves, when they are on the menu. A trivial quirk of mine is setting any number that I choose to an even number. Namely volumes, my alarms. Proof: That's all.

1. I want to see the Harlem Globe Trotters. This is cheesy, but true. I've always wanted to see them. Eric and I were making a bucket list a few months ago, just for the sake of having goals, I told him I want to see them and he told me I had to make a separate list for just me hahahahaha. FINE. I'll go see them by myself. I don't care. I ain't scared. 2. My bucket list travel starts off within the United States . There is so much history here that I have not seen. But it feels so doable. You know? I've seen so much of the West, though I would like to see the  Redwood Forest and the Grand Canyon. I need to go to NYC (and see a Broadway musical) and Philadelphia (I really want to see the Liberty Bell--- is that weird?). I'd like to go to Maine for the lighthouses and then Houston, to roam the streets where Eric once proselyted. After that, my bucket list travel includes New Zealand , most of South America but especially Argentina , and then Spain . T...

There was a time in my life when I cried at least 3 times a week. I believe it is most commonly referred to as puberty. Lately I feel like I'm back on that track, but for other reasons. At least I hope so... unless my right boob wants to finally catch up with my left one. I'd be alright with that. But some things are not to share with everyone (did she really just say that after she told us that her left boob is bigger than her right?!). So I'm going to pick a time I cried about a week and a half ago: I read this book. Oh. My. Gosh. Read it in three days.Which is saying a lot considering the last book I read took me 4 months (World War Z--- if you are wondering. Also awesome, just didn't have time). I made Lisa read it and this was the text conversation following: Lisa: Were you crying throughout the last 100 pages of this book? I keep thinking that's it but then another sentence starts the tears again. Holly: Yes. Yes yes yes. Ok, the text convo was...

I am going to leave out people because I don't think they are things. And because it's obvious to me the people that are really there for me, and obvious to them as well, I hope. So here are a few things that make me feel better always: Lizzie, Hobbes, and Viva These are my doggies. They live with my parents. Technically, they do belong to them, not me. I know for a fact that one of my sisters drove 4 and a half hours in a time of misery just to be with these puppies. They are very healing. Especially that sweet boy in the middle. I've dreamt of stealing Hobbes many times. This is one of the first youtube videos I ever saw. Don't even ask me why I think it is so funny, I do not know. Parks and Rec and Scrubs. 

I don't read blogs. I really want to I just don't know where to find them. I've been looking at some that my sister posted, so I'm going to turn this around on you guys. Please tell me which blog you read that completely enhances your life and you would be completely lost without. Much obliged.

You thought I forgot and gave up, didn't you? No. I have just been stuck on #24. A difficult time in my life. I thought about writing a short story of a one time event, but since then I have become utterly lost for words. Paralyzed. The answer is now. NOW NOW NOW! I want to scream. But I won't. So I will take my self-awarded pass. A physical feature I like? Well that will sufficiently not scrape any open wound from which I currently suffer, so I'll take it. My shoulders and neck. They've always been lovely, slender, feminine. My mom will tell you that I should have been a hand model, but I think they are actually too big. They are pretty, but very long.