This WPP (see Sunday’s post) stuff really chaps my hide. I could really use a good vent session today, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to remain under radar for a little while longer to make sure I’m in the clear. I haven’t figured out how I will know I’m in the clear… I’ll have to think about that later. I guess I’ll have to start talking in code or something. I could write about my “mom” and “dad” like they were other people… okay sorry everyone. Like I said I needed a vent session today and can’t really get one yet. Its a family related vent- if you hadn’t already guessed.

I got pictures today! I’m trying to figure out how to put them in my actual post, so it may be a year or so before they are actually up because I haven’t got it to work yet.

Since I can’t post about what I really need to just yet, I may as well stop talking about it so I quit thinking about it!

Will and I went on our first date last night. Awwwww. How sweet. I even had my mom take a picture before our big night out. Since we are living with them I just imagined her yelling, “You kids don’t stay out too late,” or “Remember, they arrest people that show too much affection in public!!!”

I really braced myself for that one. The only thing that was missing was my dad opening the door with a shot gun in hand or something.

It was good to get out- can you tell I needed to?

We went to ChiChis- after about a 45 minute drive trying to find it. Gulf Road is a little confusing and there are few places to turn around- you have to go miles down the road to turn around when where you wanted to be initally was across the street. So, it made for a long trip. Once we got there it was good to sit down and eat and enjoy eachother’s company and just be together alone- for the first ever time since we’ve been here.

Then around 2 this morning Will gets out of bed and slowly makes his way to the bathroom all sick-like. He was feeling miserable. He brought the trashcan in and two towels- one to put on the floor and one to put under the pillow incase something happened. I felt really bad for him and put a wash cloth on this forehead, but the whole time I was thinking, “PLEASE don’t throw up! I just don’t think I can handle it.“ Is that bad? He’s thrown up once before since we’ve been married but made it to the toliet, but if it was going to happen this morning, there was no way he was making it to the bathroom. I tried to be sweet and gentle with him, but I was praying the whole time that he didn’t throw up, but then I compromised and became realistic and was telling myself, “Okay Brittny, I realize he’s probably going to throw up, but maybe, just maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll make it in the trash can.“

You know the whole thing about having a kid and not minding if it craps or throws up all over you because it’s your baby and you get used to it? The same doesn’t apply for husbands (or in my case babies either). Will- I love you, but please… please I beg you, do not roll over and throw up on me. That’s all I could think. Maybe if we had our own place I wouldn’t have minded so much, but with everything looming over my head, being puked on was the last thing I could have used.

Poor thing, he felt horrible. I caressed his head and he finally went to sleep.

Well, we made it through the night and I woke up unscathed. He finally went back to sleep around 3:30.

That’s the most excitement I’ve had today! Hope you Monday is just as good, if not better. Ha Ha

Thanks for listening

I love “Saturdays.”

Today, as always, we got our morning wakeup call at 6 something in the morning. Poor Will was up after that. I however managed to go back to sleep. We are on totally different sleep schedules. He is preparing for bed as I type and I am just getting started.This is his weekend schedule. Normally he is in bed around 8:30. This is quite a change for me. I’m sure once I start working it will change, but for now I will relish my late nights.

Will woke me up around 9:30 just because he thought I needed to get up. Thanks sweetie.

The real reason he woke me up was so that I would play Madden with him. Do you ever do things you loate just because you know how happy it makes your husband? That is kind of like me and Madden. Will loves when we play together, which makes me feel good, but after about an hour I have my fill for the week. He, on the other hand, can play for hours on end. I cannot. So, I work through my bored feelings and do my best to get excited because when it comes down to it, it’s worth the little boy smile that stupid game puts on his face.

Then noon rolls around and everything at our apartment is put on hold. There is very important business to attend to. Trading Spouses is on.

Why we are in love with this show, I am not really sure. Maybe its because our tv selection is so poor that even the bad stuff in the states is oh so very appealing here. When I really stop and think of the concept of this show, it almost makes me want to throw up on the coffee table, but like Madden, I have worked through it and must not be interrupted from 12 to 1 (and tomorrow night because a “new” episode is on). We all gathered in the living room for some real quality time to watch two families get rid of their wives for new ones for the week- what a terrible show! Okay, I can’t believe I just told you all this. Oh well, my TV is bad. I said it. Now it has been officially confirmed.

After that we got ready and grabbed some lunch. Will had been wanting to go to ChiChis, which I thought would be a nice change. We haven’t been on a date since we’ve been here, so I was all for it. But then he said we probably should go out with my family because we already had told them we would and we didn’t want them to feel like we ditched them. I recluctantly agreed. So, then on the way out to the car Will brings up going on our own again. “Why did you wait to bring this up now!?“ They think we are on our way to go with them! I wanted to go on my own, but for some reason after living with my parents for the past few months its like they might have taken it a little personally if we all of a sudden decided to go on our own out of the blue. This probably makes no sense- be glad it doesn’t because that means you are living in your own house and only have to see your family at your discretion. We’ve been through this a million times. Its not that I don’t like my family- I do- its just that after a few months of living in a tight space there seems to be an awkward tension that has settled.

So, we head downstairs and Will asks what the game plan is after lunch. My dad wants to go to ACE hardware, and we want to see a movie. So, we decide to take our own car (Will’s boss is away now, so he has his car for the time being, which has been really nice).

This sounds crazy when I really think about it, but I had not been alone in a car with just Will since the beginning of May!! How weird. It was soooo nice just to have a few minutes of serenity. We were able to freely talk about things and just enjoy the silence and the fact that there was no obligation to keep interesting conversation going.

After we all had lunch I was hoping that Will and I would be able to go to the movie by ourselves, but my sister wanted to go. That was fine, but I had really enjoyed the fact that I was able to be alone with Will for a while and was hoping I could have him to myself for a few more hours- even if it was in a movie theatre.

We went to the mall and walked around because we were early. I hate shopping here. It is a very depressing activity. Nothing is reasonable, and they do not believe in stores that have nice clothes at “regular people“ prices. Anyway, we browsed around, pretending to be very interested in the selection. Honestly, even if I did have the money I think I would still shop online. The only store I’ve found thus far that I like is Zara. Okay, sorry for rambling. I didn’t really mean to go on a 50 page tangent about the clothing situation here. Too late.

Now, it is time to save you all 2 1/2 hours of your life and $7.50 in your wallet. DO NOT SEE WAR OF THE WORLDS

I repeat- Don’t see War of the Worlds.

I didn’t want to see it to begin with. I have some strange political type thing about supporting Tom Cruises’ houses and expensive lifestyle and new fiance. I know I’m one person and I didn’t really contribute a whole lot, but I guess it’s my own personal boycott and way I feel I can take a “stand.“ Am I completely crazy? I think we all know the answer here.

Anyway, Will really wanted to go see it, so much like Madden I decided to go. There was nothing else showing really, so it wasn’t like we could have struck a compromise. Wow. What a movie. It only goes to show that big stars and awesome marketing can make even the most terrible of movies successful. Sorry to anyone that liked it. I felt a little stupider as I walked out of the theatre.

So, that was my exciting day off. I hope you are all gearing up for a wonderful weekend just as I prepare to close mine.

Finally, my heart and prayers are with the people of London. I know we have someone who blogs from there, so I send my prayersto you as well. I know you are back in the states, but I can imagine the shake up you must have felt. God is so amazing that he looks after us even when we don’t know it. <3

I love Will, but we definitely have to work on our nonverbal communication skills.

I used to be a big Mad About You fan when the show was on. Paul and Jamie were so fun together. There is a specific episode in which I draw today’s post. In it, Paul and Jamie are at a party and have split up to talk to other people. They have these “couple signals“ to give eachother incase they are in a boring or sticky situation. For example, if they ran their fingers through their hair it meant something like, “Get me out of here, I’m dying!“ They had a few more, but you get my point. Anyway, Paul ends up telling this lady their secret signals not knowing it is some big producer that he wants to work for. Jamie ends up talking to her later and ferociously starts running her fingers through her hair to Paul, who is across the room. Busted. Paul didn’t get the gig.

Anyway, I recap that entire episode because I watched it pre-marriage. I think all men should have to watch this episode. As you will see, Will missed it.

Tonight we were all sitting around the table eating supper. We sat around eating and talking for almost two hours. I’m dying here. Not only because I’ve been sitting at the table for 2 hours, but because my parents may as well have escorted me to the asylum with their talk about my whole job situation. They went over it over and over and over and.... you get my point. My right eye is twitching with frustration. My dad says something that just pushes me over the edge, so I do “it.“ The signal. It wasn’t a signal we have ever discussed but I figured any normal breathing person can figure out what it means.

I slowly slide my leg over and give Will a little kick.

“Ow! What did you kick me for!?“

My thoughts: You are blowin’ it! What are you doing letting me out to dry! Thanks hun!

“Nothing,“ I say nonchalantly.

Paused silence at the dinner table. “Did I say something?“ my dad asks.

“No, dad.“

Will then says, “I’m not saying anything else for the rest of the night,“ thinking I kicked him because of something he had said. (sigh) How hard can this be?

So conversation resumes for another 15 minutes and continues to be about work related issues that deal with me. I’m freaking out by this point and am ready to scream. Then someone says something that just is icing on the cake at this point, so if I don’t give Will a “Can you believe they just said that“ kick under the table I am going to lose it.

I go in, slowly and carefully. Kick.

“What did I do, Britt!?“

My sister, who understand what these “kicks“ mean ( I should have been kicking her instead of Will tonight apparently- it would have kept me out of trouble) has an entire conversation with me through the “look.“ I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. If you have a sister you’ve had these “discussions“too.  It basically said, “I can’t believe he doesn’t get that you’re trying to tell him you are annoyed with the comments!“

So then it doesn’t matter because everyone knows I was annoyed with the comment.

“Don’t you know that when you kick someone after another person says something it is a quiet signal! You AREN’T supposed to say anything. It is a way for a wife to tell her husband something without having to say it. I means, ‘We’ll talk about this later,’ or ‘I can’t believe she just said that!’ I figured you would understand. If I wanted everyone to know I was upset i would have nudged your elbow on the table so everyone could see.“

So much for being discrete.

We will have to work on this nonverbal stuff.

While washing dishes this afternoon I came to a realization based on a conversation I had with Will earlier that morning. I think our husbands have somehow joined forces to totally throw all women off. I don’t know where and I don’t know how, but somehow it has happened.

I can’t even tell you how many men, especially older men, have joked with me about how their wives “steal“ all their money, or how their paycheck “goes straight to the wife.“ I have to believe you all have heard these little comments at one time or another. I mean if you’ve ever watched the Jetsons you watch Jane take her husband’s entire wallet as the show begins. Even Will makes little “jokes“ about how expensive I am and this and that- especially since I am currently unemployed!

So, now on to my theory.

I am fully convinced these comments are a ploy to get us off of our game and really believe we are the expensive ones in the relationship- but I beg to differ! I love clothes, make-up… fun stuff that doesn’t require an organ donation to get. Will’s gifts, however, are super pricey! From my gift-giving experience, guys have the most expensive hobbies! What do we have? (Okay I’m about to be stereotypical) We scrapbook, or paint, garden… our hobbies aren’t expensive! I can’t believe I fell for this for so long!

Today Will bought a 3 1/2 inch piece of shiny cardboard that could have fed a starving Mormon family for 2 months (I say Mormon because they stereotypically have like 15 kids or something). The SP Authentic Eli Manning Rookie Card. To most women, this means absolutely nothing, but to the avid card collector this is like the Holy Grail of the 2005 SP collection. To me, it is a huge headache.

Will has been collecting this set all year, which is one of the most expensive sets in recent history. It hasn’t been that big of a deal because we haven’t been able to afford the “good player’s” cards. We still can’t really, but Will thought otherwise.

I get an email yesterday from him showing me the card he is wanting to bid on with a note that simply said, “I figured you would want to see this!“ (Like I’m SOOOO into this card thing) I really try to be supportive of this hobby, though I totally do not totally understand it. Well, I really figured he wouldn’t win, so I was like, “Hey! That’s a cool card! I would love for you to have it!“ How dumb.

He won it this morning.

Now, I knew it was going to be expensive, but I don’t think I was prepared for the actual number. He called this morning all excited about his new treasure, and of course I was excited for him. I had just woke up and was still a little unaware to what was going on, until he asked me, “Guess how much it cost!“ So, as much as I hate this game, I humor Will and play along.

I throw out a number. It’s high, but I am willing to go higher.

“Nope.“

I’m feeling a little surprised, but I know this card is pretty expensive. I go up a couple hundered.

“Nope.“

So at this point I am joking on my TMJ mouthguard I sleep in (I’m a dork I know). “Just tell me, sweetie,“ I say in my most supportive voice. I wish he hadn’t told me.

He has been so great through this transistion and really deserved this card, but I do not see AT ALL spending that much money on a little piece of cardboard that is part of a collection. You keep it, you never sell a card like this, so it’s like ,“This baby is worth X amount of dollars- but it doesn’t matter because I’m going to hide it away in a safety deposit box so no one ever knows I have it but me.“ This card was sooo worth it.

Women are so different. In general (I’m speaking for myself mostly I guess), if I’m going to spend that much money it is going ot be on a lot more than just one thing, and it will be something I can display or wear- it will not be hidden away for little glimpses each time we go to the bank.

Boys… they are so confusing.

So, as I finished the dishes I realized how pricey the card actually was and how I am just going to have to swallow this bitter pill and support Will on this one, but just know… I’m on to you Mr. Will. I know your conspired ways. We women know what you are doing and, we know the truth.

Ha Ha, have a good day.

<3

Ah, Father’s Day. So much I could write on this holiday…

Since Sunday is a work day, we went ahead and celebrated on Friday. We went to Chilis and then to an IMAX movie at the Scientific Center. It was a lot of fun.

I better go ahead and disclaimer this post because I’m about to let loose… you have been warned!

I have to admit, if it wasn’t for my mom and dad, I would totally vote to ban this holiday as well as Mother’s Day from the face of the Earth (for a while at least). There are something in these holidays that bring out the idiot in people.

Mother’s Day and Father’s Day come with attached questions that seem to be permissible since they are asked on these special days. I have to believe that I am not alone in what I am saying! I think you all know where I am going with this one…

Will and I have been married for barely a year yet anytime these 2 holidays come around, the Spanish Inquistion begins:

“So when are you two lovebirds going to be able to celebrate this holiday?”

“You two better get working on that baby so you can celebrate next year.”

“When are you two planning to have little ones? You have been married for a year, right?”

AGHHHHHHH! Since when it is required that you become pregnant as soon as you get married? Can’t people think of ANY better questions to ask!? Its like, when you graduate high school for the next 3 months you get, “So, where are you going to college?” And then you go to college and you get, “So, what are you planning to do when you graduate?” Then, you find someone and get married and the next day and for the rest of you adult life to the point of menopause you get, “C’mon I want to squeeze some baby cheeks the next time I see you two!” People! Where is you sense of imagination?! Ask us anything! Anything at all, but why does that seem to be the nature of progression in the lives of just married adults?

I guess I missed that whole conversation in our premarital counseling.

I want kids… in like 28 years or something (okay maybe not that long), but currently it is the furthest thing from my mind! Apparently growing as husband and wife and developing a life long solid relationship is not the ONLY thing you do in the first few years of marriage. According to everyone my parent’s age and older you have to have 12 kids and own a silver minivan. Where in the world am Iiving!? I know like maybe 8 people in thie entire country yet I STILL got the dreaded Father’s Day Conception Question!

I am voting that Will and I send a thoughtful card, take our dads to eat on Saturday, and become hermits when Sunday rolls around. I am anti mother’s and father’s day unless it pertains to our own parents. So, next May , when mother’s day rolls around. my answer is going to be, “I am NEVER having kids, so STOP asking me!“ That way they will quit asking and when we do 28 years down the road it will just be a nice surprise. Then I guess I’ll have to get ready for the next set of progressive questions!

Land Ho!

Finally, home at last. Today was the big exciting, “you’re gonna meet a lot of people” boat trip. Right. Sure. Whatever. It turned out okay.

I am convinced Kuwait is the dirtiest place on earth. Seriously. First of all because the nationals just throw their trash all over the place because the TCNs (third country nationals) will pick it up. It is really trashy in some parts.

Secondly, because of the smog, pollution and most of all dirt that sits all over the country. This month starts the dirt months- like 4 months of dirt all in the air constantly. Dirt is everywhere- even weird places. I took a bowl out of the cupboard the other day and it had a little film of dirt… It’s just a strange thing. You can’t even see a mile in front of you because the sand just sits like a dense fog. Anyway- this is what we were all covered in after today’s trip.

I had sand caked in my hair, all over my lips… it was so very glamourous.

Today’s trip was okay, but I“m not convinced it was the way I wanted to a day off with Will. It was hellishly hot, which as some of you know puts me in a foul disposition. I should have known today was going to be long when our air conditioner froze up and I got in the shower and accidentally used conditioner in my hair instead of shampoo- such beautiful and shiny hair. Gross. The story of my life.

Anyway, the trip to the island was almost cancelled. The water was very choppy. White caps where everywhere. The captain said we would be okay- and for that I want to grab him and shake him and make him walk the plank. If I ever have kids I will never buy them a flippin’ rocking cradle. I felt like a tall baby in the boat today. Its like each of us returned to childhood this afternoon. People were puking, mumbling things that made no sense… the rocking was out of control. As I sit here and write this I still feel like I am dipping down into the ocean. Anyway, it was a 2 hour ride. About an hour in the water started to smooth out and it was really enjoyable. We sat outside and saw the pretty water and the breeze really cut the smoldering heat. It turned out nice. The boat stopped on the island and everyone got off. P and I opted to stay in the airconditioned boat, but we got bored real quick and took the little shuttle boat to the island. It was so much fun! I wish we would have went earlier and stayed longer. It was really nice. It was nothing at all what we had envisioned. I was thinking palm trees- like a scene from the show Lost. Ha. It wasn’t too impressive but nonetheless still fun. It was just a chunk of sandy land with this huge cell phone tower right in the middle. I guess its nice to know that if you get stranded now a days, you’re just a phone call away to safety! Why don’t they tell the people on Survivor that!

We got back on the boat and that was the best part of the day. IT was so relaxing. We just sat outside, in the middle of this horrible dust and relaxed. ( I don’t think you notice how dusty it is until you realize you can’t see things half a mile away) It felt cool because of the breeze and we had the whole upstairs to ourselves. It turned out to be an okay day.

I’m not so sure Will had a great time, but I can totally understand why. Everyday is like a weekend for me, but weekends to Will are very precious. It is the only time he has to relax- and its probably not the most relaxing thing taking a hot and sandy boat trip with your bosses. We still had a good time together though.

Anyway, I’m am quite a mess- I have yet to take a shower. don’t worry, I’ll check the bottle this time- SHAMPOO!!

Yesterday turned out to be a good day and a nice start to our weekend.

My mom had the day off because they changed up her schedule this week, so that was nice. She recently got her license over here so we were able to get out and about.  We picked my sister up early from school and went out to lunch. Afterwards, we went to the Sultan Center, similar to Walmart, and did some grocery shopping. There were a lot of westerners there, so it was nice. It just feels more like home when you get a friendly hello from a westerner. My mom says that most of them get up really early on Thursday or Friday (our weekend) and go grocery shopping to beat the rush (which is when my parents usually go), so she was surprised to see so many people out.

My mom did a good job driving- we didn’t even get lost! It is very easy to get lost here because very few roads are marked. You want to know something else really strange? They don’t have a phonebook! Talk about going crazy! I have no access to any phone numbers here. You want to find a doctor or make a hair appointment or call for pizza? Good luck. You just have to hope your heiress (kind of like a apartment concierge) has a good list of numbers. Anyway, I got a little sidetracked, moving on…

Will got home later that afternoon and we were able to sit and just talk about how I was feeling. He really needs my support during this time- hes working really long hours, away from his family, etc.- and I haven’t really been sensitive to that. It will be a lot earier to spend time together once we get our own place, but that may take longer than we expected. One good thing is that Will got his license yesterday, so going on dates and just being together on weekends will be a lot easier. I felt a lot better after we laid everything on the table and I listened to how I could be a better encourager about the things we can’t change (like living with my parents and the lack of time to ourselves).

Today was a lazy day. We got Showtime, which is like a better cable network here. It can’t be much worse, thats for sure. They have the BBC food channel and E!, so I am thinking I hit the jackpot. I finished my book. It turned out to be pretty good. I think I will get a few more online and hope the shipping doesn’t take forever.

I think we are going to go to the Contiki tonight( I have no idea how to spell that). It is a fancy Polynesian place. Its in one of the hotels here. Its a part of this awesome wooden ship. I guess Kuwait is or was (I’m not really sure) famous for making huge wooden ships. Our restaurant isn’t in the ship, but I’m hoping to get to go in and check it out.

I’m not really sure what the plan is for tomorrow. Hal, the man who leads my parent’s bible study, mentioned changing things up for a while. I guess everyone that goes to the study but our family is going to work 12 hour days 7 days a week until Camp Doha is closed. The closing of Camp Doha is a REALLY long story. In short: after the Gulf War, the US agreed to keep their base open there for 10 years. The contract will be up at the end of this year and the Kuwaitis do not want to renew it because it is on a really lucrative piece of land- a port that they are hoping to turn into a hub. They want to develop one of the islands off the coast into a major tourist spot- kind of like Dubai- that premits drinking and gambling, etc. (which is ironic since their government is adamantly against those things). Anyway, Doha is going to be the hub for boats to take people to and from the island. So, everyone is having to move to other camps in Kuwait. Now, why did I feel the need to write all of that whey I really only had the intention of talking about a hiatus on Bible study? Who knows.Anyway, I am hoping we will figure something out. I think it is good for us all to get together, just for accountability and time to be with friends.

No other exciting news to report (not that what I said was exciting by any means ). 

Guess I better get going for now- I think I am going to get my eyebrows threaded. Ever heard of it? Neither have I and I am terrified of what they are going to do. No one waxes here, so this thread thing will be interesting…

My roll of film is done, so I should get them developed and have some picture up by the middle of next week, that way people will believe me when I tell them its not all camels and dirt.

should probably put a disclaimer on this post before I begin: today’s thoughts are about 60% PMS emotion and about 40% true, deep down unwavering core feelings.

Having said that, I miss Will. Our life has been totally different than what we are used to. Back home, our schedule was something most couples dream of. Will had Friday off ,and I was done with my classes and work by 11 so we had the entire day to spend together. Then we had all of saturday, and even though church was considered work for Will, we still had the afternoons off together before we had to go back for evening service. I miss the convenience of meeting up for lunch and his ability to take an hour off here and there throughout the month. And who could forget our long evenings of guiltless TV watching and Madden playing.

I knew things would be different when we moved here- going from having something similar to a 3 day weekend at home to working 4 10 hour days and getting up at 3:45 to get ready for work. That’s a pretty different schedule than what we were used to.

Will and I got in a tiff the last few nights this past week because I feel like I never get to see him. Our schedule is like: he gets home close to 6, we eat, are up for about an hour and a half and try to be in bed by 8:30 or maybe 9. As I have referred back to DOZENS of times, I am a time person, and without going in to The Five Love Languages mechanics for the upteenth time, that is how I feel the most close to Will. So, time has become quite a precious commodity around here. We’ve talked about it a lot the last few days, and as usual, Will was right (I hate that). One of the biggest barriers to us functioniong somewhat normally is the fact that we are still living with my parents. Our time has to be shared and divided up among 3 other people besides just us. We eat together, watch TV together, Will goes to work with them each morning. On top of that, they are constantly talking about work since it is a commonality they share. That leaves P and I to make up stupid stories about saving women in burning buildings just so they will relax and stop with the work talk all of the time. We are constantly surrounded by my family, which makes alone time about as common as a sleeting day in Kuwait. I love my family and I am SO grateful for the way they have just let us camp out here right now, but I am ready for us to get our own place because I think that will greatly help with the few hours we are able to spend together.

I’m sorry for whining and “poor Brittny” talking, but this is quite a big change for me, and being alone all day in the same scenery has not helped (as a side note I started a great book by Taylor Smith called, Liars Market).

Thats it for now. Lucky for me, will gets off at 3 on wednesdays we we can get an early jump start on the weekend. Thanks for listening.

My life is full of embarrassing moments. Maybe I am even being too kind when I say embarrassing. I guess I should just call it like it is and tell you that I regularly have “blonde moments.”

Stop where you are, and don’t let your mind wander and think I am a ditz or not smart- I graduated cum laude (I don’t say that to be a pious snob, I say that so you really know that an “educated” person can consistently have these types of lapses ). So now you are probably like, “Okay, shes smart, but shes one of those that has NO common sense.” Its not really that either, I just have stupid moments sometimes I guess.

My life is full of moments when I will do something “blonde“ when I’m by myself and I just breathe a sigh of relief and think, “Thank God no one was in my presence. Talk about a ‘Jessica Moment’.“

Well, last night I had one of those moments. I obviously had the option of letting my family have a good laugh and then tell no one else (probably the better option), or tell my fellow Nest Bloggers about my silly moment. I guess I’m sharing…

Its always hard to write a funny moment, so I don’t know how this will go- there is no room for inflection or motions to explain things better… so if this story makes absolutely no sense, you can chalk it up to my Mrs. Hamlin, my 8th grade English teacher.

If I had to rank the times I have been most scared in the last 5 years, last night would have made the list.

It was about 12:30 at night, and Will and I had already been asleep for a few hours. Well, for some reason, I wake up and Will has his right arm (the arm closest to me) pointed in the air at about a 45 degree angle and is doing all of these crazy hand motions and number signs or something. By now, I’m wide awake and am asking Will what is going on. He tells me, “I have to see who else is up.“

“What do you mean Will?“

“I can’t tell you.“ So now I am totally disturbed.

“Why can’t you tell me?“

“Don’t worry about it. If it was important I would tell you.“

“Tell me, Will!“

“I can’t tell you. Don’t worry about it. Go to sleep.“

So, he then rolls over and goes to sleep. And I turn over and do the same....

Yeah right.

I sat up in bed against the headboard for almost 2 hours freaking out about our conversation. I was thinking all sorts of things like:

-Is our apartment monitored for safety? Have they seen everything I have done for the last 2 weeks ( so that sent me on a 20 minute tangent as I tried to retrace my every move for the last 2 weeks and think about what “they“ were able to see)

- I read an article on the plane over here about a business planting chips in people- have I seen any cuts or scratches on Will? Could that have happened??

-Does Will have a different job? Is he one of the people in the company that has to have a special security clearance? Is there something I don’t know?

For the sake of my dignity (it might be too late) I will stop there with all of the thoughts I was thinking. I assure you they got much worse. I watch and read WAY to many political thrillers. I had everyone in my family being brainwashed and… I’ll just stop there.

The next morning Will woke me up and I asked him what he was doing last night. He told me he was just dreaming. Since we have been married, there have been a few times when Will has talked in his sleep and done stuff (one night he jumped out of bed and told me there was a snake in the bed. AHH). I guess just being in a totally different environment made this sleeptalking escapade a little frightening. Plus, it was different then the other few.

So either my husband has strange dreams and feels the need to share them through his sleep with me by scaring me senseless… or he really is working for the CIA as a spy and has been brainwashed with an implanted chip....

Theres something about that “first house” when you just get married. For most of us, theres nothing really overly special or extravagant about it on the outside, but there is something so unique about coming home that night from your honeymoon to the first house you two will live in together.

I remember coming home from our honeymoon late at night, thinking of all of the unpacking I would have to do the next day, but when we walked in, our parents had surprised us and set up a lot of our house already. That was really special, and a big relief since I had school that Monday.

I never realized how much I really loved our little condo until the night we were about to move.

Will and I were sleeping on the floor because or mattress was already in storage and the air compressor his mom gave us for the inflatable one didn’t have a nozzle to air it up. We were exhausted from our very long day of packing, trashing, or storing our belongings. I am almost positive Will was just about to head off to sleep when I started to tear up, realizing this was the last time we would ever sleep in this house. I started crying thinking about all of the great times we had had there. So, I inturrupted Will from his sleep so he could listen to me cry and be all sentimental about our little house (lucky him).

I thought about our pre-health insurance meals- when we were able to eat really well because we hadn’t gotten my out of this world expensive health insurance yet (where all of our grocery money seemed to go).

I thought about lazy evenings in our living room, when I would sit in Will’s lap on the recliner and we would talk about our days and watch TV.

I thought about our air conditioner breaking down and how we had to use the last of our wedding gift money to pay for it.

I remember how that summer we got the “sacred” letter in the mail telling us we got OU season tickets. Will was so happy that day.

I remember my first Easter there with my sweet basket surprise, and my first Christmas there with my Christmas tree surprise. 

I remembered last summer and how Will decided to start landscaping our yard (his dad is a landscape contractor, so its in his blood- or so I thought). He and his friend Billy made this gorgeous rock bed on the right side of our condo. Will had “good intentions” of rocking the other side that next month, but It somehow didn’t get done until I don’t even remember- sometime that late fall maybe. So then we had this beautiful rock bed full of nothing but weeds. About a month and a half ago, Will decided to finally finish the beds. He and his dad put cedar wood chips in it and filled it with pretty green plants. I loved coming home to it. The sad thing was that it wasn’t even 100% done until literally the week we were moving, so I never even was able to fully enjoy the entire front of our little condo.

Anyway, I cried about a lot of things. I mean, it was the first house we had ever lived in. We filled it with a lot of memories. <3

Well, today we found out our little house will be getting new owners on July 6. I am happy that we no longer have the financial burden of paying for a house we aren’t living in, but (this is probably crazy) I am a little sad because someone else will be living there now. I mean, I always knew we weren’t going to live there very long, and its not like we were the first people to live there… I guess its because it was the first house we had together as a team- our own place where we could have our own rules and could do what we wanted (a luxury I am desperatley missing since we have been living with my parents).

Anyway, that is what is on my mind this afternoon. I am sooo glad that “Friday” has arrived. I’m not sure what we have planned for the weekend, but I know it will be nice to finally get some time with Will. For everyone else, have a good hump day.