We're an Old Married Couple at 24

While Brandon and I were in college we would often stay up till 3 AM and then get up for a full day at 7 AM. The lack of sleep while our love was blossoming never seemed to bother us. Those days are long gone and we often find ourselves in bed between 9:30 and 10 PM. Although we may pillow talk for a little while it is a rare occasion that we say goodnight after 11PM. We both understand that we're still young and should be getting out and having fun; however, we really do enjoy our quiet evenings at home with just us and the dog.

Last Saturday night, as we do on most nights, around 9:45 PM we prepared for bed. We both crawled into bed exhausted from the late night before (1AM) and were ready to call it a night. We laughed and chatted, tickled and giggled before finally deciding to say goodnight. Out of no where my stomach growled and with full intentions of getting up and getting some milk and cookies I mentioned to Brandon that I was hungry. He conferred that he was too and then told me that Waffle House sounded really good. After thinking for a second I realized that it DID sound really good, really, really good!

We looked at the clock and saw that it was 10:45 and neither of us were dressed; Brandon asked if I want to get up and go. Unsure if I had enough energy for it I said nothing and laid there contemplating if it would be worth it. The more I thought about it the better it sounded and we laid there in silence for almost 10 minutes before Brandon gave me a nudge and told me to get up.

Laughing at how silly we felt for getting out of bed for Waffle House, and how when in college we would have done this in a heartbeat, we got dressed and got in the car. Both of us with our hair a mess and in raggedy clothes; although, neither of us cared what we looked like, we seemed to fit in with the small town crowd that filled the booths. As it turned out Brandon was right, Waffle House was an awesome idea and totally hit the spot. The best part was we got in, ate, and got out with in an hour and were back in bed before midnight.

Creepy Crawlys Give Me the Willies

Summer: a time of hot days, lots of sunshine, flowers in bloom, fun at the park, ice cream, and bugs.

Lots of bugs! Anyone who knows me knows how much I HATE creepy crawling things; anything with more than 4 legs. But alas summer = bugs. Most of the time I hate summer and see it as Mother Nature playing a cruel joke on me as I find spider after spider and creepy thing after crawly thing in my house, on my car, or in my mailbox.

Unlike last summer when Brandon and I were visited by probably the largest spider I have ever seen in real life (It was HUGE with a yellow zigzag on it's back; it's body alone was the size of Brandon's palm with a leg span that spread out much larger than this whole hand. When Brandon saw it even he jumped back and said: "WHOA!") this summer has had fewer spiders and more mosquitoes. With the humidity being so high we haven't spent as many night out on the back porch sipping lemonade as we would have liked and we've missed being able to watch the birds. We've been a little bummed by the lack of humming birds this year; last year there were SO many of them they were fighting one another to the death to get to the bird feeders. But that doesn't mean we haven't had our fair share of visitors of the creepy crawly variety. This summer, luckily, the abnormally large spider's friends have not come over for a visit; maybe the sight of their friend squashed on our back patio pavement last summer was deterrent enough.

We have been visited by 2 VERY prego wasps with a full nest of little babies; wasps are quite the vigorous little baby makers causing us to invest in plenty of RAID for the future. We caught sight of a gorgeous praying mantis, who was camera shy, and a beautiful dragon fly who seemed put out that the praying mantis was on his turf. The spiders have remained, for the most part, out my sight and are welcome to stay as long as they remain that way. I have yet to scream as I've come across anything and am proud to say I've even killed a few small spiders all by myself.

It's been a relaxing summer and I think that this summer Mother Nature and I have reached an understanding and are totally at peace. *(I'll post pictures later) We're ready for the trees to change and the weather to cool, but only when sweet Mother Nature is ready.

Now that I've posted this blog I hope I don't go home and find one of those spiders in my house...