I love us.

Since it had been at least 2 months since Dugan and I had gone on a real date, I decided last week that it is time. We don't have much money and I hate spending the money we do have on an expensive date eating sub-par food and watching movie neither of us really care about. Blah. Not our thing. So, instead i packed up a nice picnic basket full of yummy treats and drove out to an open field where we could enjoy each others company for free. Nothing is better than free. Unless someone was giving us money to go on a picnic. That would've been very cool.

Here's just a few snapshots of our date.

I love us.

In Case You Were Wondering

A few days ago Rachel and I were invited to a birthday party for someone over at the NAU campus. Naturally, this means that we were crammed into a small apartment with what felt like a million other college students. This is fun to most people I guess. Anyway, we were making our way through the crowds meeting lots of new people, none of whom were particularly interesting or worth talking to- but it's better to make conversation than to sit in the corner alone. So, there were lots of dudes and almost as many ladies at this birthday party. Most, if not all, of these people were seeking one another- whether it be to flirt with, to go home with, or live happily ever after with. Whatever. Dugan didn't come because he could care less about being in a room full of that many people (the same reason he doesn't go to concerts) and knows that if I go without him, I will be a respectable adult and not do anything dumb.

 At one point, someone used the word married and that brought up the fact that I am, indeed, a married lady.
"You're married?" Says someone, I forgot to care who it was.
"Yep. Is that alright with you?"

"I guess. What's his name?" As if I would be making it up.

Rachel steps in, tells everyone his name, and that he just got out of the military. Now, this was proceeded by a heap of questions from the multitude of dummies at the party like: "does your husband know you're here?" "do you guys get lots of benefits from the military for being married?" and my favorite "why did you marry him?"

One last comment made by someone at this party was by a guy who stuck around for awhile, talking to Rachel and playing games with a few of us who were stragglers. As Rachel and I were leaving the party, he turned to me and said "it was nice to meet you, you married wench." Wench, huh? After a gasp given by the people present, he followed up that comment by saying he meant it in the nicest way possible. Hayden, I know you were just kidding, but that doesn't make it any less douchey.

Let me get to my point.

I am married. I am happy. I am young, and I am perfectly okay with that.

My husband doesn't mind that I attend a stupid birthday party once and awhile without him attached to my side because he prefers it that way. I shouldn't feel shunned when the single turds at a college party discover that i'm not open for business. It's rude and It makes me feel kind of crappy that I become the "married wench". No wonder I hate coming to these things.

I don't need you asking me if I got married for the benefits the military gives me. It's an extremely big insult to me and anyone else. Don't do that to people. Don't make people give you reasons why they decided to fall in love. 

For your information and in case you were wondering:

• I married Dugan because he was the only boy who held the door for me high school. 
• I married Dugan because he was the only boy who told me smoking, drinking, and all those other things they tell you are cool actually make you look stupid.
• I married Dugan because I don't want anyone else. Ever. At all. Not even in the slightest.
• I married Dugan because he is really frickin' cute and smells really good.
• I married Dugan because he can't stand the thought of losing me.
• I married Dugan because he has never called me a bad name.
• I married Dugan because I wanted to. Not because I didn't have any other choice, felt like it was the right thing to do, or didn't know how to act out in any other way.
• I married Dugan because he hates yelling.
• I married Dugan because he asked nicely.

I get it. married people aren't cool. We don't belong at your parties. I won't come anymore, and that's certain. I'm not mad, i'm not bitter, I feel perfectly fine being married, happy, and not part of the single world. I just wanted to bring it to everyone's attention a few out of hundreds maybe even thousands of reasons why I got married. I don't like to be scrutinized, belittled, or called names because I made the best decision of my life by marrying someone who makes me feel special.Your single party life doesn't look appealing and I am happy without it.  I have someone to flirt with me, go home with me, and live happily ever after with me every day of my life. His name is Dugan & he is wonderful.

I guess i'm just not cut out for that kind of college life. That's perfectly alright with me. I like my kind of college life better, anyway.

I love you, sweetie! I am glad you're mine.

The Dawn of a New Era

This week:

1.)

 Dugan started his job and he loves it! He comes home smelling like coffee beans and sweat. It's fantastic in it's own way.

2.)

Classes started at the college. We are all loving being in school, but we are not ready for the loads of schoolwork soon to be on our plates. I foresee tons of reading happening in my psychology class this semester. Good thing I have a job where I get a couple nap-breaks to catch up on my reading.

3.)

 Rachel got offered 3 different jobs in the mall and can't decide which one she wants most. What a lucky gal. Has it really already been almost a month since she got here?

4.)

I wanted to touch on the mojitos I made for friends a few weeks ago. What's great about mojitos is that there are several different ways you can make them. I used Club soda and lime juice with crushed raspberries and fresh mint leafs from our garden. Next time I think i'll do them with sprite instead and strain the raspberry juice and mint flavoring into the mojitos so there aren't floaties in them. Regardless, they were lovely.

5.)

For our "splurge day" (the one day a week we allow ourselves to eat wherever we want and order whatever we want) we chose Oregano's Pizza. If you have yet to have an Oregano's pizza in your life, you are seriously lacking a good experience. This pizza is the best! Just what I needed for a long week at work ;)

Here's a photo of my man and I on our way to the restaurant.

6.)

It's Labor Day weekend! I don't care about traveling on busy weekends so you bet this weekend will be a relaxed one doing whatever the heck we want.

Happy 3 day weekend.