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Time-out

We're off on a little adventure, a much needed adventure that's taking us away from normal life for a few days. Thank goodness for vacations. They alway seem to come at just the right time. And right now we could really use a few days away in a place that's far from here. No offense Oklahoma, but we really need a break.

Why I love my husband, part 1

Thankfully, before the big day of becoming John's forever, I was warned of a particular behavior of his. Behavior I wasn't entirely looking forward to, but behavior I knew I could handle.

The first outbreak of said behavior surfaced just a few days after we got back from our honeymoon. The night it happened, I just had to laugh after I realized what was going on. Like I said, thankfully, I had been warned, so it didn't come as too big of a shock to me.

And then it happened again, just a few nights later while we were staying at my parents house. That night, it freaked me out a little, and the best part was, he lied about it to save himself from embarrassment.

And then it happened again.

And again.

And again...

Sometimes it's a bit more extreme than others. Sometimes it's more real. Sometimes more funny. And sometimes, it's just plain annoying when I'm tired and trying to sleep.

But usually, it's just plain funny

Take last night for example, I slept terrible the night before, and thankfully last night, I was out cold. That is, until 12:45am rolled around, and out of nowhere John ripped the comforter off of us, began semi-freaking out, and frantically brushing something off of him and the bed. He then flipped on the lights, and stared at me with wide eyes. I stared back, eyes just as wide, wondering what in the world is going on.

It's usually at this point he knows what he's doing. He knows whatever he saw wasn't real and was all in his imagination. Usually, that is. And then we'll have a good laugh about it and fall back to sleep. But not before I make another joke that the boogieman, the bats, the bees, or the spiders are going to get him again. Like I said, it's usually all pretty humorous, even if it is 12:45am and I'm dead tired and half asleep.

But last night, even when John came to, he was still convinced that there were spiders ALL over our room. He pulled the dust ruffle up, looked under the bed, and then he just stared at me and said, "I know there are spiders in here, they were all over, where did they go?" and proceeded to look under the bed, just one more time, to find those nasty little critters.

He seemed so dumbfounded by it all, "but they were so real" is all he kept saying as I drifted back to sleep.

Much to his dismay, no spiders were found during last nights antic.

How to make your husband jealous

It's been awhile since I've been hit on. That's what getting married does to you I suppose. Most people see a ring on the finger and look the other way. At least that's what I'd assume people do when they see a girls married. But I guess, married or not, some people have no shame.

Take last night for example. Lately our nights have been spent at the driving range, with John trying to perfect his swing. He's trying to keep the statement, all dentists golf, factual I suppose. I tag along for the fun of it, hit a few balls and call it good. Last night I may have been a little overly dressed for the golf course, but we needed to take pictures for something I'm going to be doing, and I figured I was making up for embarrassing him the day before showing up in running clothes, not a polo. Gasp, the horror of not dressing according to golfer standards. Golf course are clearly more classy than that.

To my defense, I ran home from the golf course that night. And just for the record, I felt more comfortable being there in workout clothes rather than a dress.

Last night as I sat watching John, I overheard one of the employees, who happens to be deaf, talking to the people a few feet down from us. He then made his way towards us, as he finished picking up the empty baskets that were lying around. I smiled, handed him our basket, and he drove away. After he left, I made some snide remark about him thinking I was pretty darn cute with the way he was looking at me.

And wouldn't you know it, not five minutes later, he drives back over in his golf cart to where I'm sitting, mind you, it was pretty apparently I was there with John, and says to me, "Excuse me, excuse me, we have a problem here..." I instantly thought, shoot, maybe there really is a dress code here? Maybe I'm not supposed to be sitting on the grass? Do I need to put my shoes back on? But then he finished with saying, "I'm going to have to call the fire department, because you're way too hot for this golf course."

I burst out laughing, said thank you, and he drove off.

John wasn't too appeased by this, but I was soaking it in. As we left, I smiled, waved, got an eye roll from John, and told him I couldn't wait to come back tomorrow night. But this time, I'll leave this dress at home...

Apparently this is the look that swoons men on the golf course. Noted. 

What an unexpected rainstorm*

John's out of school for the next three weeks and to say having to go to work, while he stays home has been easy, would be a big fat lie. So, clearly Monday and Tuesday sucked! 

But today, I may have had a change of heart, and I'm highly considering the whole I-go-to-work-while-he-stays-home-and-takes-care-of-things-around-the-house, gig. 

Point in case, I came home from work/gym to this:

A bathroom that's in shambles, and two boys hard at work:

I may have left a laundry list of things that "would be nice if they got done" over the break. 

You know, fix the TV cable that's coming into our house through the front door, and we look totally ghetto because our door doesn't totally close right anymore. 

Check!

And, fix the pipes so our shower can finally have cold water and we can stop standing in burning hot water, or, better yet, a mere trickle of water just so we don't burn ourselves. And did I mention the knobs fall off every.time.I.shower! Our shower may or may not have been acting like this for a good eight or nine months now. But whose counting, or paying attention for that matter? 

Semi-check!

Yeah, living in an old home isn't always fun, it's more games than anything. Figuring out what works. What doesn't. What we can purposely ignore just so we don't have to fix, yet another, problem that's going to cost us a fortune. 

I love our 1925 house, but it definitely comes with some major maintenance that neither one of us were entirely expecting. Der! But would I live in an old house again. Absolutely! I might even prefer them actually.

It's only three days into this "summer break" of John's, and overdue thing are finally getting done around this place. I'm starting to wish more three week breaks occurred during dental school. Like I said, I'm highly considering the whole I go to work while he plays housewifehusband.

So, while they're busy at work and getting things done around here, and I can't shower because it's still a mess back there, I'll continue to chill in my workout clothes, eating homemade caramel ice cream, (because that's what you eat after a good workout), and wishing that overdue rainstorm would have lasted just a little bit longer.

*Quoted from one of the worst yet awesomest movie ever made. Do you know it?