Friday, February 29, 2008


literally translated: free day.
And yet I'm at work.
Don't think that the irony has escaped me, because it hasn't.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

sedation: what a motivation

So, yesterday I went in for my oral surgery on my stupid tooth. When I'd filled out the medical history for my first appointment with this dentist, there had been a part that said "Most patients have specific concerns when they come to us. What are yours?" I had written, "I hate dentists. It freaks me out to go to the dentist." The dentist had gotten a kick out that, and had assured me over and over again that I would not feel a thing when he drilled into my face. I didn't quite believe him, but his nurses (all of them wore matching aqua and brown scrubs.) sent me home with sleeping pills and a valium, to take before I got to their office the next day. I've never slept so well in my life! I took the valium on the way to the office, and by the time we got there, it struck me as hilarious that my husband came around to open my car door for me, although he always does because it doesn't open from the inside.
They brought me in, and started me on oxygen. I don't remember the point when they started with the laughing gas, but the dentist kept coming in and saying, "Hi, Molly! Are you comfortable? Do you want to be more comfortable?" Each time he made me more comfortable, I became more and more touched by the arm band they'd put on my arm to measure my blood pressure periodically. Every few minutes it would tighten and measure my pressure, and then release again. It felt like a hug. I specifically remember thinking how sweet it was of the dentist to program an arm hugger while he made me more comfortable. I also kept reaching for Charles and telling him how handsome he was. I kept calling him Charlie, which I hardly ever say in front of other people, and saying "Hi, Charlie! Gosh, you're so handsome!" At some point someone mentioned cooking, and yelled out that I love cooking soup! Just wild about soup. I wanted to make sure they knew. And I kept telling the dentist that he could not have my wisdom teeth because my dentist at home said I could keep them. and I would close my mouth to make my point, but I would have willingly given them up by the time he started the surgery, I'm sure. I was just so dang comfy. Life turned all soft and huggy and warm. I liked it. I remember thinking I wanted to play mancala with Emile when I got home, and thinking I could kick her trash.
By the time I got home, though, I was in no position to kick anyone's trash. Charles and Emile helped me up the porch stairs, and I noticed that Emile had hung all the clothes she'd borrowed for Valentine's Day on the doorknob to wait for us. That was so silly of her! I just had to giggle. They helped me down the stairs, and Emile walked me to my couch and sat me down, and they went to the hallway to talk. Charles announced he was going for Jambas, and asked Emile what flavor she wanted. Berry Lime Sublime for her, Razzmatazz for Charles, and Peach P-word for me. I giggled, and thought about how sweet Charles was to get a Jamba for Emile, because I knew she wanted one last week and hadn't gotten one. He's so handsome. By the time he came home with mine, all I could do was stroke it adoringly and sigh because it was so sweet of him to bring me one.
I slept the rest of the day, apparently snoring very abnormally, breathing in through my nose and shooting the breath out between my lips, which according to Charles and Emile takes concentration, but Charles does it all the time in his sleep. When I woke up, we watched Tommy Boy, which for some reason I demanded to see, and I thought it was hilarious. Charles watched James Bond movies while I slept after that, because he knew this was the only time I'd ever allow them in my house. They just seemed sweet to me yesterday, though.
I've never had laughing gas before, but I would do it again. I may start demanding it for regular cleanings, which is all I'm ever going to a dentist for again. That's what my dentist said. He fawned over my teeth, and asked me who my orthodontist was (never had one.) and marvelled at how clean my wisdom teeth were, even though they were back so far ("I get to keep them!") and said after this, the only thing I would need to see a dentist for was a regular cleaning. I'm so in love with this sedation dentistry idea.

Monday, February 25, 2008

a post about toast.

I was a little surprised that everyone commented on the shower part of Charles' post, and not on the mommy and daddy part. Especially since everyone is always finding excuses to ask me if I'm pregnant anyway. I'm still not, but Charles was afraid that his post made it sound like I was, and I thought it'd be funny to leave it up, so I didn't tell him how to delete the post after I'd read it. But I'm the only one who thought it was a fun joke, I guess!
I'll have to try harder next time.
I had about four different posts running through my head this weekend, and I meant to get them all typed and saved on Saturday, so I could just post them one at a time throughout the week and make you all think I had nothing but time to kill, but I can't remember a single one of the posts I was going to write. Not one. So I was trying to think of something to write about tonight, and Charles told me very matter-of-factly, "Post about toast, of course." Of course. Sometimes the answer is so obvious that it doesn't come to mind. "Post about toast. Post about roast. Post about compost!" I think I will.
I love toast. When I lived in Turkmenistan, we only had Turkmen bread, which is very hard to make toast out of, since it's flat. So I found myself pining away all school year for toast, and I ate my grandma out of house and home every summer when we stayed with her. I would eat several pieces of toast everyday. Reading Harry Potter always gives me cravings for toast and smashed potatoes, because Harry is always eating them, and they're both comfort food. Since so much of the Harry Potter books takes place in the winter, I get chilly and I crave winter comfort food when I read them. I love peanut butter toast, jam and toast, cinnamon sugar toast, and regular toast, but my very favorite kind of toast is strawberry toast. You toast the bread just a tiny bit, and then let it cool for a second before you butter it, so it doesn't melt all the way. And then you cover the toast with slices of strawberry. That's my favorite toast. Charles always eats toast with his dinners, even macaroni and cheese and ramen. My mom would die if she knew I let my husband eat two kinds of grain and no vegetables for dinner, and she'd roll over in her grave after that if she knew that I also sometimes participate in said blasphemy.
My mother-on-law makes a roast almost every week for Sunday dinner. The exceptions to this rule are birthdays, when she takes requests. Requests means London broil. When I was a kid I hated the meat part of pot roast, and I refused to eat it. And I threw a fit if the gravy touched any of my food. I loved the carrots and potatoes part though, because Emile and I called them rocks and sticks, and pretended we were captured princesses or exiled philosophers being forced to eat rocks and sticks against our will. We hardly ever ate real food. It was always mud, rocks, sticks, worms, cat's paws, toenails, etc. The meat didn't take much imagination, though. It was already a dead cow, so that was already gross enough. I still don't like the meat part.
Every Thursday, I go skiing for my class, and it's been so stinking fun I've made friends with a woman named Lynn, because we seem to learn at the same rate, and she's very fun to talk to. We take turns going down the hill first, and making lots of turns and being as complicated as we can, and then the other one of us follows down and tries to keep to the track the first of us made. It's really fun. Except when the person you're following seems to have some kind of intestinal discomfort, as, for a long while, I thought Lynn did. Every time we got about halfway down the mountain, she'd let one fly, and I had to ski through it. I never said anything, but it was like swimming into someone else's warm spot. It wasn't my favorite. One day I went first, though, and I still ran into the cloud of smelly warm air, and I even checked to make sure Lynn was behind me. She was. Then I looked ahead, and saw over a small mound a snow that there was a giant pile of rotting compost behind a a cabin, right next to the slope. I'm glad I never said anything to Lynn. But it's a little unnerving that she never said anything to me, either. She probably still thinks it's me.
I love Charles the most.
Ok, by now you've all had the chance to read Charles' post from Friday. Do I have a phenomenal husband, or what? Charles knew I was having a rough morning that day, and even though he was, too, he still got me out of bed, got me dressed, and got me off to work. He is such a wonderful support to me. I don't know what I would do without him. Besides sleep in til noon everyday. He even had a fresh batch of tulips delivered to my office that morning, too. My office is very secure, and you have to have an ID card to get in, so the delivery guy couldn't bring the flowers to my desk. So the security guy got on the loudspeaker and called "Molly Campbell, please come to the front desk, Molly Campbell." All my co-workers "oooooooh"ed as I walked out, and said I was in trouble, but they were so excited when I came back with bright red and pink tulips. They kept asking if it was my birthday or anniversary, or if Charles was trying to make up for missing Valentine's Day, but none of those were true. He was just being sweet and thoughtful, and finding yet another way to show his love for me.
I am so grateful to have you as my husband, Charlie. I will love you forever, and that's a promise. I can't wait for eternity with you!

Friday, February 22, 2008


Hello everybody. Today I would just like to take a moment to blog/brag about my beautiful wife. I try to tell her often how much I love and appreciate her, but sometimes I'm not very good at getting the message across. So I'm taking this opportunity to tell Molly that I am incredibly in love with her and am grateful to be her husband.

Molly has intrigued me ever since the first time I talked to her. And I am still fascinated by her to this day. She is the funnest person in the world to hang out with and is always able to brighten my day. Some of my favorite things to do with Molly are cook exotic and sexy foods, go for walks around the neighborhood, sleep in on Saturday mornings (or any other day of the week), and she is the most amazing kisser!

I feel like I can tell Molly anything; which is probably starting to get on her nerves because I tell her everything, nonstop! But I mostly like listening to what she has to say. Molly has such a beautiful voice, and she says really romantic things. She says funny things too, like "boogaloo" when she sneezes, or "ym ssendoog" at random times during the day.

Molly, I love you. I always will. I promise to do my best to take care of you, so take care of yourself for me. You're my babydoll, and I love the feeling of holding you close to me. I am looking forward to being a daddy and seeing you as a mommy. I'm excited for more adventures with you. I can't wait for more days of sleeping in with you. I am looking forward to spending forever with you. I love you.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Romantisches Essen

I've been meaning to post these recipes for a while. Sorry it took so long, Leisy!

Brownie Tarts


1 chocolate fudge cake mix

1 stick of butter, melted (or equivalent of vegetable oil)

1 egg

1 package of chocolate pudding mix

1 tub cool whip (a big one)

1 tub raspberries or strawberries or, oooh! both!

Preheat oven to 325*. Mix cake mix, blended egg, and butter/vegetable oil. Should be about the consistency og cookie dough. Drop spoonfuls into mini muffin tin, and bake for 10-12 minutes. As soon as they come out, make small indentations in the muffins with a coke lid or something. I used a whipped cream lid. They should look like little pie crusts. Allow them to cool. Mix the pudding mix and cool whip together, and put into a pastry bag, if you have one. I used a ziploc bag with a small corner snipped off. Pipe the mixture into the cooled crusts, and place a raspberry or a slice of strawberry or, oooh! both! on top. Serve chilled.

I'm currently experimenting with different flavors of pudding and cake mixes. I'll post some pictures if they work out.

Coconut Macaroons


1 package sweetened dried grated coconut

1 can sweetened condensed milk

2 large egg whites

1 tbsp vanilla extract

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 1/2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips

4 tbsp vegetable oil

Preheat the oven to 325*. Mix the coconut, milk, vanilla until moistened. Beat the egg whites and salt until they hold stiff peaks. Fold gently into coconut mixture. Drop by spoonful onto a greased cookie sheet and bake 25-30 minutes. Allow to cool.

In a double-boiler, melt the chocolate chips and vegetable oil. The oil makes the chocolate smoother and helps it set up better. Dip the macaroons halfway into the chocolate mixture and place on greased tin foil to harden.

I'm experimenting with caramel coconut macaroons. Stay tuned.

Chocolate Dipped Strawberries


1 tub of strawberries

1 1/2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips

4 tbsp vegetable oil

Wash and dry strawberries. I alway cut the tops off, too, but only because I hate the tops of strawberries. They look prettier if they have leaves still, though. Make sure they are good and refridgerated, because the chocolate sets up better if the strawberries are chilled.

In a double-boiler, melt the chocolate chips and vegetable oil. Dip the strawberries into the chocolate, and place on greased tin foil and allow to set up. May take a few hours, so go do something fun!

If any of you try these recipes, let me know how it goes, and if you come up with a better way to do them I want to hear about it!

Saturday, February 16, 2008

the carnage II

Sounds like the title of a bad movie.

So, when we left off, Charles and I were at the Thai Kitchen. Charles had called and tried to make a reservation, but the lady was like, "Reservation? Nobody come here! You come after five, we give you food." The place is usually empty so we have it to ourselves, and we figured we'd be the only weirdos going for spicy and funky food on Valentine's Day, anway, so we just showed up at eight after all the tooth drama died down. And we walked into a crowd. There were no tables! and they don't have a waiting area, so we just stood around and stared at all the other weird couples who opted for Thai food on Valentine's Day, and willed them with our minds to hurry up and finish. The Thai Kitchen makes everything from scratch and they only have one cook, so it took a while for us to will someone hard enough to give us their table. But the food was so stinking good once we got some! I could eat their masman curry everyday for the rest of our lives! and the fried bananas are just to die for. I nearly did.

This is what I found when we came home! Charles gave me red tulips, my favorite flower in the whole wide world. Seeing tulips always makes me so happy! and I love having them in my house. I carry them around with me. They always come to whatever room in going into. He also gave me three different boxes of Whitman's samplers, which are so my favorite. I know it's so cheesy, but I've always had a thing for heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, especially the ones wrapped in red cellophane. Charles hates them, and thinks Valentine's Day is over commercialized, but it made him happy to see the look on my face. He also gave me a skirt that he knew I wanted from target. It has boats on it. I was very very giddy!

The next night we did some more romantic stuff, like chocolate-dipped strawberries and cuddling. They were so pretty I had to take lots of pictures of them. I wore my Ikea apron, too, so I could be extra Valentinesy. We have this chocolate strawberry thing down to a science. We make an assembly line, with one of us washing, one of us cutting the tops off, one of drying, and then someone dipping and placing them on the tin foil to cool. There are only two of us, but somehow we still do this very efficiently. And they're delicious.

We celebrate almost everything with food. Good grades, raises, and even things you wouldn't normally celebrate. Laundry day, bad hair days, and mean teachers, for example. It's one of our ways of making the whole world more enjoyable to us. And it can be very romantic. I'm posting some of our romantic recipes in the next post, so we can spread the love. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

I love celebrating Valentine's Day with Charles. It's never been his favorite holiday, but he goes all out with me, and we have a great time. I'm so lucky to be married to my best friend in the whole wide world. I love him so much!

the carnage continues

Valentine's Day is a fun day in our family. I have a traditional meal that I always prepare for the day of love; pink smashed potatoes and heart-shaped biscuits are always on the menu. But not this year!

We were already strapped for time to come up with surprises and a fancy meal when Valentine's Day began. Thursdays are busy days for us! I have my skiing class almost all day, so I was already going to be tired and sweaty by the time I got home, but we weren't planning on me being toothless as well. But I was!

I was getting off the lift when a snowboarder fell right in front of me and I tripped over her. I ended up punching myself in the mouth with my ski pole, and when I came back up I spat out a tooth! I was kind of wondering where it came from, because I wasn't in any pain, and I didn't think I'd even punched myself that hard. There was no blood, and everything else was fine on me. But I couldn't figure out how I'd randomly had an extra tooth to spit out, so I felt around and realized there was a gaping hole in the front of my mouth. Lovely.

So I skied to the bottom of the mountain and tried calling my husband. I had to stand on one foot on top of a picnic table to get reception, and then I remembered that Charles was in his hardest class, so I texted him instead. "I had an accident and knocked a tooth out. Can I come home now?" He texted me back and said he was on his way.

The thing was, I was skiing so well that day! You should have seen me. I was turning exactly when I wanted to, and the skis were listening to me for once. It was awesome snow, too. There were times when I couldn't see my feet, because I was going through deep powder above my ankles, but it didn't slow me down at all. And I wasn't as timid, either. I was going really fast and trying new things. I felt like it was a really good skiing day for me, and I wasn't ready for it to end. And the fact that I wasn't bleeding and I wasn't in pain made me want to keep skiing more, but I figured I should probably get to a dentist.

Charles, my knight in shining white Jeep showed up and he had already made an appointment for me with a dentist in Provo on his mad dash to Sundance to save my tooth. He'd already called his mom, my mom, and all the dentists and endodentists in Provo to see who could squeeze me in right before they closed. The dentist who finally agreed to see me was the same dentist who did my root canal freshman year. And since it was the same tooth that was now in my hand, I figured it made sense to go to him.

He had a really cool waiting room, I have to tell you. It had massage chairs (which Charles made good use of for the time that I was being drilled into) and a giant birdcage with really cool birds in it. They looked like tiny arctic puffins. And there was a snack bar, with a sign that said "Please take a nutritional snack!" All kinds of crackers and granola bars and stuff. And the secretary brought out some juice for us while we waited, Charles in the waiting room and me in the dentist's chair. And they even asked Charles what kinds of magazines I was interested in so they could bring me one I would like while I waited. All of this made me kind of nervous, because I knew we'd end up paying for it in the end. And we did, but at least I now had all my teeth in the right spots!

In light of our adventure, and how stressed out we were, we decided to forego the pink potatoes and went out to dinner at the Thai Kitchen instead. It was delicious, as always, and Charles just told me that my entry was too long and nobody would comment if I kept typing so you'll have to wait for the rest of the story. I'll post a picture for you, as a sneak preview of coming attractions, though.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

misshapen mishap.

So last night, Charles was walking down the stairs in one of those theatre-style classrooms in the Tanner, and he tripped and did a face-plant in front of his whole class. He heard his ankle pop three times on the way down, and when he got home, this is what his leg looked like!
Ok, just kidding. This is a picture he tried to take himself, so it's from above and it makes his foot look a foot wide! But this is what it really looked like yesterday.

Do you like the sad face I made him make? This is what it looks like today.

He won't let me take him to a doctor, because he doesn't think it's possible that it's broken. "Because I've never broken a bone before. My bones don't break." I told him that there's a first for everything, and he said "No there isn't." But he can't think of anything that doesn't ever have a first. He's supposed to get back to me on that.

Last night we had a funny conversation as we were falling asleep. I didn't realize how funny it was until I replayed it in my head this morning.

Charles: If you were laughing about something, what would it be?

Molly: Sheep.

Charles: Why?

Molly: Fluffy.

Charles: Remember Mary's little lamb with fleece as white as snow?

Molly: Yeah.

Charles: Why did you eat it?

Molly: I forgot it was white!

I love being married to this hilarious man! This hilariously misshapen man! He just got back to me. He says things that haven't happened yet haven't had a first. Which I think just proves my point in a roundabout way.

PS: this week we decided to go with a phrase instead of a word. The phrase of the week is "raises new and troubling questions."

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Our Ubiquitous Weekend

We've found that while it's fun to learn new words and use them correctly, it's more fun to learn new words and use them incorrectly. For example, this week's word of the week has made for some interesting conversations. "This is the most ubiquitous sandwich I've ever tasted." "You're one ubiquitous husband." "You're still in bed at this ubiquitous hour?!" It's very ubiquitous fun.
We decided that we would document our ubiquitous weekend and blog it for you, so you can see what a typical weekend is like for the Campbell family. This is us ready to go out on our Friday night date, which is usually a dollar movie, but on Friday we splurged and went to a real movie!
We went to see 27 dresses, which was pretty cute. I took Eevi's word for it, and she was right! I really liked it. And I loved the ending, right before the credits. I won't give it away, but pay attention at that part. Not that you'll know when the credits are coming.
Going to the movies tends to give me the munchies. And Charles had them too, this time, so we went to Cafe Rio and indulged in some chips and queso. To be perfectly candid, as I believe one should be most of the time, it wouldn't be a Friday around here without chips and queso. and a diet coke with lime and a dr. pepper. So we turned it into a Friday with our chips and queso.
Our pet spider wanted to join us. Wait! We don't have a pet spider. It was an imposter, watching us from the far wall of the living room, and that would never do. We both danced and screamed, trying to find something to kill it with, but everything we found was too nice or too awkward to kill a spider with. And then the spider jumped at us, and disappeared on the carpet. This is us trying to find him. We did, and that was the end of Ned. We named him Ned postumously. Is it posthumous for a non-human? Postarachnidously?
One of our favorite things to do is brush our teeth together. The girls and I used to brush our teeth together, while we had storytime and said goodnight. Charles and I do the same thing, but he's cuter. No offense, girls. But look at the guy! And it's nice that we don't have to say goodnight!
We took it easy on Saturday. We went to PetSmart (every-other-Saturday-ritual of mine/ours) to make eyes at the puppies. And a kitten this time, too. He was orange. His name was Zoos. And his sister's name was Zeena. I hope they can find a good forever family that can spell better than their previous owners.
As Charles mentioned in the previous post, I got into a cooking frenzy that day (every-other-day-ritual of mine/ours) and ended up making both brownie tarts and coconut macaroons. And they were delicious! But I didn't know that until Sunday, because I made them for my sister-in-law's SuperBowl party. I didn't even try them because it would have made my platters uneven, and I was still trying to show off after the burnt banana bread incident of 2007. Sunday rolled around, though, and there was a blizzard. I guess the groundhog saw his shadow. Can't say I'm surprised, because he's a timid little weasel, but I was still heartbroken to wake up and find that the snow would not allow us to drive to Salt Lake to show off my pretty desserts. My perfectly balanced platters. So we broke our fast and ate them for dinner.
This is us at the Target checkout. Charles wasn't expecting this one. He was trying to figure out the credit card thingy at the checkout line. And he didn't know raspberries were so expensive in February. I have impeccable timing, no?
Aren't my tarts pretty? We ate them with raspberry italian soda, and it was tres SpaB. And Charles is holding my macaroons. He liked them very much. And he wouldn't share. Just kidding, that was me.
So, that's our ubiquitous weekend. Until our next ubiquitous post, stay vigilant! This is us telling you to have a splendiferous rest of the week! Voila! (These are our best voila faces!)

Saturday, February 2, 2008

And the winner is...

This is Charles, I'm posting my answers for Molly. By the way, Leisy won the contest for picking the word of the week, so ten points to you! Our new word is ubiquitous.

What was Molly doing ten years ago?
Molly was in 7th grade. Which country was she in at age 12? I think she was actually in the US, in Springfield, Virginia. She started up a theater company with a couple friends, directing, producing, and performing plays by themselves. Molly usually played the lead roles. This time ten years ago she was Belle in Beauty and the Beast.

Five things on Molly's to-do list today:
1. Make Charles the happiest person in the world by waking up next to him and looking beautiful. Somehow Molly manages to look gorgeous every morning, but she doesn't agree. That's ok, because I'm right and she's wrong.
2. Decide what she is going to cook today, look up recipes online and write down the ingredients she'll need to pick up. Today she started out wanting to make chocolate souffle, but temporarily changed her mind to macaroons before settling upon mini brownie tarts.
3. Go to the grocery store and pick out ingredients for incredible food, then find somebody to feed it to. Turns out we couldn't get ahold of anybody to come over to share our food with us; maybe we should try planning ahead sometime.
4. Visit Petsmart to see if there are any new puppies today. Even though we can't have a puppy in our apartment that doesn't stop Molly from pining over the cute and ugly dogs alike, begging me to let her take them all home.
5. Celebrate Valentine's day. Even though technically Valentine's day isn't until the 14th, it's February; which means that every day is Valentine's day as long as the calender is on the February page, just as every day in March is St. Patrick's day, every day in April is her birthday, and every day from September 1 to January 31 is Christmas.

Things Molly would do if she were suddenly a a billionaire:
1. Hire somebody to be a personal shopper for her. She loves new clothes, but hates shopping. She's paralyzed at clothing stores. But Molly loves the things that her little sister Lizzy picks out, so she just wants somebody with good taste to go and find pretty clothes for her to wear.
2. Travel to Africa to give humanitarian aid.
3. Open "The Molly Campbell." Molly will be the head chef and we'll live in a little apartment above the restaurant. This restuarant obviously won't be in Provo, because nobody "gets it" here. And because we hate Provo and want to leave.
4. Spend every day on the beach, listening to Jack Johnson.
5. Travel the world one restaurant at a time. Molly wants to be a food tourist extraordinaire. Thailand, France, Mexico...pretty much everywhere except Japan.

Two of Molly's bad habits:
1. She never answers her cell phone unless it's me. If anybody else calls she ignores them. It drives me crazy. But I have to give her props for being able to do what she wants without caring about what other people think. If she doesn't feel like talking she doesn't--she's beholden to no one.
2. This girl has a craving problem. Heaven help us when she is pregnant, because as it is now if she gets a craving for something she won't drop it until she gets it. Her cravings can last weeks without going away unless the craving is satisfied. This can be a problem at those times when she wants something like lamb or goose and no grocery store in Utah Valley has any.

Five places she's lived: (somebody try naming five places she hasn't lived; that would be the challenge)
1. Fredericksburg, VA
2. Ashgabat, Turkmenistan
3. Panama
4. Monterey, California
5. North Carolina
6. Garmisch-Partenkirchen Germany

Five jobs Molly's had:
1. Working in a VA grocery store called Food lion
2. Secretary for BYU's Office of Information Technology. (this is where Molly was working when she met this one hot guy named Campbell!)
3. Customer service person at BYU Independent Study
4. Molly worked at Stafford County courthouse helping people that had to pay their water bills. Sometimes she had to explain to them why their water had been turned off. And people that don't have water in their house can't shower, so they kind of smell funny sometimes.
5. Editor for BYU Independent Study

Five things people don't know about her:
1. She can't swallow pills. It's a production to just get her to swallow an Excedrine for a headache. Usually she'd rather deal with intense pain than brave the pill-taking process.
2. She has incredible analytical abilities. Nobody gives Molly credit for how good of a problem solver and a planner she is.
3. On a date we went to see Batman Begins, and Molly was more into Christian Bale than me; and she still has a hard core crush on him.
4. Molly used to be a vegetarian. It started when she lived in Turkmenistan. However, after we started dating things started to change and now one of her most recurring cravings is a visit to Tucano's for loads of grilled meat. She loves it when I grill steaks for us too.
5. Molly is amazing at driving the Jeep. Before we were married she had never driven a manual car, but she's great now. She can drive the scooter too, even though it scares her to death.