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Inside our walls…

There’s a lot that goes on inside our apartment that a lot of people don’t know about. Some of it’s pretty normal newlywed stuff. We bicker about laundry and dishes. We yell at the TV when our cable is sucking. We kiss a lot. We walk around in our skivvies all the time. (Ok, not all the time, but a lot of the time!)

But there’s other stuff that happens, too.

Things like this:

Yup, that’s a tent. In our living room.

On Monday, we had a little camp out in our apartment because we’re taking a camping trip soon and we hadn’t opened any of the awesome gear we got as wedding presents. Me, being the pre-planner I am, didn’t want to wait until we got out to the campsite to open something up and have there be a big hole or missing parts.

Hubs agreed. (Probably because he knows that he’d be SUPER DUPER mad if I suggested we check it first and he refused and then there was something wrong that left us without  a tent. Yikes.)

It took up the ENTIRE room. We had to move all the furniture and everything.

So we spent a few hours just chilling on our new air mattress in our new tent while watching TV and eating this:

Oh my goodness yum! Homemade strawberry shortcake says summer for sure! And strawberry shortcake in a tent while pseudo-camping says summer even more!

The best kind of camping is the kind that happens with air conditioning, right?

Just kidding.

Sort of.

Another thing that has happened twice in our apartment in the last two days? This scene:

*Hubs is sitting on the couch just chilling out. I’m in the kitchen, or the bedroom, just minding my own business…when…

***(loud, dramatic) gasp!***

*Hubs comes running with a spider-killing tool in hand.

Never having to ask someone to kill big, scary bugs for me?

Reason #36 that husband roommates are the best, for sure.

What about you? What happens inside your walls that others might never guess? You can tell me…I an keep a secret! 🙂



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Lesson #11: 6 months in…

Today, Hubs and I have been married for 6 months. I can’t believe how amazing it is to be married to my best friend. He’s the cheese to my macaroni and the butter to my bread. Can you tell I love my husband? And that I love carbs?

Yup, we're married. And we're super happy about it!

Before we were married, I felt a huge burden to learn to be a wife. Of course, there was nothing I could have done to prepare myself for marriage. True, I had great examples in our friends and family to learn from, but overall, Hubs and I are committed to just figuring our how to make our little family work.

Here’s a list of some things I’ve learned so far.

(P.S. Check out the links throughout to read the stories that inspired these lessons.)

1. Being a wife is much more difficult than being a girlfriend. We had a lot of fun when we were dating, but dating isn’t cheap. Now that we’re married, it’s not all fun and games anymore. Our nights are no longer just filled with dinner dates and going to movies or plays. We have nights that are devoted almost entirely to cleaning and paying bills, and we hardly ever go out to a “nice” dinner anymore.  We save as much money as we can and we sometimes worry about the future or costly unexpected repair bills. Mostly, though, we just try to enjoy every day in this blessing of a life.

Yes, unexpected costs are a pain, but no, it didn't ruin our Christmas.

2. It’s not all smiles all the time. Since Hubs and I are together so much more than we were while we were dating, I have to really keep my attitude in check. Before I was usually happy when we were together because I didn’t want to waste any of the short time we had together by being unhappy. Now that we have more time, I sometimes struggle with thinking that I “have time” to pout. But, I constantly trying to combat that by reminding myself that as a wife, it’s my duty to be a blessing to my husband, no matter how grumpy or salty I am. That means I need to keep fighting against the grumps and not give in to the little, everyday problems that can chip away at our joy. Because let’s face it, when I’m not happy, Hubs isn’t either.

3. Doing laundry is my favorite household chore. However, I sometimes dislike the amount of folding that has to be done to keep clothes from getting wrinkled. Dusting, cleaning the bathtub, sink, and outside of the toilet are my least favorite. Vacuuming used to be at the bottom of the list, until I became the proud owner of an Oreck. Even, I smile, with my vacuum-hating history, when using this master cleaner.

4. Size isn’t everything. I love our little apartment. We don’t have a lot of room, but it’s perfect for us as we’re starting out. My only complaint? The lack of storage and prep space in our tiny kitchen. Luckily, I have a husband with the motto, “will wash for food,” and my dishes hardly ever stay dirty in the sink for very long. Which is great, because I LOVE learning to cook. Plus, I still love this room, no matter how small I sometimes feel that it is.

5. Growing up means going to bed earlier. Almost all the time. And you know what? I’m pretty okay with that. Especially since learning to sleep together has been a challenge. (It still is sometimes...)

This is our bed. We like being there. It's a nice place.

6. Working is both a blessing (that I’m very thankful for), challenge, and a curse (I dislike working weekends when Hubs is home without me, and having my days off during the week, when I’m home without him). Yes, I whined all Fall about not having a job and how bummed out I was that no one would hire me, even Old Navy. Now that I’m working 30 or so hours a week at my part time job, I so appreciate the time I had at home to myself. I was able to get so much done during the day when I was home all the time. At the same time, I feel proud to contribute to our savings account as we watch our down payment fund increase every month. And while I don’t dislike my job, it’s certainly not what I picture myself doing for a long period of time.

Remember how happy I was when I "got hired?" Well, the excitement is slowly fading...though I'm still very thankful.

7. We don’t need to pretend as though we feel we’re on a never-ending date. We’re married now, and that’s totally and completely different! We share a bathroom, for goodness sake! And we can hang out on lazy morning without getting dressed. And we can argue fairly and never worry that one of us will “give up and give in.” We’re in it for the rest of our lives, and there will be bad fights, hard nights, and unfortunate sights…and smells. But none of that matters because we’re not dating anymore. We’re married, and we’re happy to be moving forward.

8. Fighting fair is something we’re committed to doing for the rest of our lives, but it isn’t always easy. Wyatt has always been a bit more in control of his emotions, but that doesn’t always mean he’s better at conflict, because avoiding the topic and trying to move on only works for one of us (hint: it’s not me) and even then, it’s important to not bottle everything up forever. Still, I’ve learned more about myself and my argument habits than I ever thought I needed to know.

9. The hardest part about being a newlywed isn’t figuring out how to live together, so I disagree with those that say you NEED to live together before getting married to make sure it will work. The hardest part about being a newlywed is just figuring out how to do life all on our own. We’ve been best friends for more than 6 years, but until now, we’ve never been on our own together. We’re making decisions and doing our best to figure things out. We mess up and drop the ball (late or forgotten payments, anyone?) but we do our best to just laugh at ourselves and do better next time. And when we mess up with how we treat each other? It’s more than worth it to take the time to make up and make out later. (Yes, making out is key to any marriage, I say.)

We kissed a lot 6 months ago. We still kiss a lot now. Some things haven't changed a bit. We're still crazy for each other.

10. Being a wife is something I’m certain I was made to do. I may not know “what I want to be when I grow up,” or when I’ll get “a real job,” but I know I’m being the best wife I can be to the best husband I can imagine. Sure, someday our family will grow and it won’t be just the two of us anymore, but for now, I love our little family, and am super blessed every day with new surprises that this newlywed life brings our way.

Happy in our newlywed life!

Oh, and a bonus lesson?

I’m still terrified of spiders, but I’m learning to make my peace with the fact that they exist and that we may come in contact more than I’d prefer...

What do you think? What lessons have you learned in your marriage, whether it’s six months in or thirty years…or more!

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Spider Hunting

Yesterday while Wyatt was at work and I was doing pilates, (and thus, bending over backwards, sideways, etc.) I happened to see a spider web in the corner of our living room. This disturbed me a little bit, since we haven’t seen any spiders in a while. Yet, I know that our main spider enemy, the recluses, don’t make webs anyway.

Still, it didn’t make me happy.

Just in time for Halloween. But I'm not feeling the festivities.

So, my spider-spying skills, which I told you were on high alert, I immediately saw this little visitor in the very highest spot he could be.

Dangit! I really hate spiders.He's kinda small, and really high up there, but he was there, for sure.

So, since he was so high, as high as he could possibly be, I couldn’t reach him, even if I stood on the chair. So I decided I’d just keep an eye on him, watch to see if he moved, and hope Wyatt would find a way to kill him when he got home from work.

But, somewhere in the time between when I started eating lunch and when I got up to take my stuff to the sink, he disappeared. Crap. That meant I had “cause” to freak out.

See, I was fine when I knew where he was. But when he’s “loose” in my apartment, I get a little creeped out.

This went on for a few hours. I kept cautiously scanning the walls and ceilings until…

There he is, the creepy little critter.

So naturally, I got a paper towel to kill it. And also naturally, I had to give myself a pep talk before I had the courage to actually squish him.

So after about three times of counting to “2,” I managed to say “3” and the spider was a goner.
After this, I asked Wyatt to clean the cob webs, which he is currently doing, (Thanks, Honey!) and I’m going to go back to just being cautious when I put on my shoes or get a blanket out of the closet.
If anyone has ideas as for how to get me to be less freaked out by these disgusting eight-legged freaks, I’m all ears, er, eyes.
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Spider Warrior? Not Quite

While Wyatt and I were out of town for the weekend visiting his parents, we had a spider encounter that made me realize I’ve now reached a new level of spider hatred.

Not only am I still scared, but I am also WAY more aware. It’s like I have some sort of super-spider-spying vision so now I see them everywhere!

I see them on the outside walls of our building. Hanging from trees when we go for evening walks. In the corners of other people’s houses…

So, Saturday night when we went down to the basement to go to bed at Wyatt’s parents’ house, I happened to see a spider crawling along the wall. And then another spider right beside that one, and another a little bit farther down the wall. And another one in the corner. And one right outside the door.



But Wyatt just set to work stepping on all of them. And he killed about 8 or so before going to find the broom to sweep them up. But them I spotted one going into the bathroom. So that meant in order for me to feel “safe” entering that room, we had to do a “spider sweep” of there, too.

So we did. I was seeing them everywhere, and Wyatt was going around killing and sweeping. We got a few in the living room out, but Wyatt stopped “playing along” and said, “We can’t go through the whole house doing this.”

So I tried to stop seeing them, really.

But I’m telling you. Now that I’m used to seeing them and looking for them in our apartment, it’s like I can’t NOT see them.

Still, Wyatt did a good job of de-bugging the area. And I was able to get to sleep, after some convincing. 🙂

I wish I wasn’t afraid of them, but I’ve yet to find a solution that will make me…unafraid.

Luckily, I haven’t been seeing any in our apartment, and hopefully, my in-laws won’t mind that I was temporarily freaked out in their basement.

It’s not personal, really, unless you count the personal vendetta I have against the spiders.

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Brave and Blurry

I want to preface this post by saying that we haven’t seen any spiders for quite a while. (Unless you count the ones that are dead in the traps, which I am torn as to what to do with. I mean, on the one hand, I want to throw out the traps because they’re icky, and hello, they have dead spiders in them. But on the other hand, I think we should leave them out because there may be more spiders that find their way into them, and maybe, just maybe, the dead spiders are acting like some sort of bad omen, keeping all other potential spiders away…)

Anyway, last night in bed, I woke up and rubbed my eyes, and my contact fell out (sorry, Wyatt, that means it’s probably still in the bed somewhere…it was either that or wake you up and turn on the light) so I took them both out and decided to just wear my glasses today.

Which is fine.

But, when I went to take my shower today, I had to take those glasses off, which means I can’t see very well. Not very well at all.

And when I stepped into the shower, there were some suspicious-looking dark splotches making their way to the drain.

I freaked out a bit, momentarily, because while I knew, or thought I knew, that I had checked the shower for spiders, it was pretty hard to convince myself it was just fuzz from the rug that I washed, and thus, caused to pill and shed like crazy.

Nevertheless, I managed to avoid the urge to scream and jump out of the shower. Wyatt would have been so proud.

And pretty soon, the splotches were gone, down the drain forever, and my blurry eyes were never able to determine their true identity.

Guess we’ll go with the idea that they weren’t spiders. Otherwise, I may have to boycott the shower. And that won’t work out well for anyone.

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Secret Spider Messages…Silly, but I just may be onto something.

When I saw the first spider in our apartment in Kansas City, I thought maybe it had come with me in a box of stuff from our basement here in Sedalia. Then, there were so many that I knew they must have been there first.

Now I’ve seen 3 spiders in a week, (one in the shower–I hate that!) likely all brown recluses, here at my parents’ house in Sedalia. There was one on me at work today in the truck. I saw one crawl under the cooler at the Beef House today. They’re following me!

So now I’m thinking, maybe these spiders are all ganging up on me and trying to freak me out. Or deliver some kind of message.

Maybe they’re trying to get me to chicken out and leave our apartment.

But they must not want me to come back home either. Or go to work.


They’re crafty, these spiders, and cunning. If there is some kind of hidden message or agenda here, they’ve certainly done a good job of “spinning” it all together.

Oh wait, I’ve got it.

They want Wyatt and I to find a house in the city right away. A brand new house that won’t have any spiders in it at all.

Clever, talking spiders that want us to buy a house we haven’t found that we can’t afford?

That doesn’t seem unlikely at all.

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Good news with the spray?

The good news, the guy came and sprayed with the heavy-duty stuff (he said it was stronger than what he usually uses.)

And that’s when the good news stops.

Bad news #1. He confirmed our captured spider was a brown recluse. (Eughhh! Even typing the name makes me shiver in a pang of disgust and fear.

Bad news #2. The heavy-duty spray smells really bad.

Bad news #3. The spray has a “flushing effect.” (Decoded, this means that we’ll be seeing more spiders now, as they die, hopefully.)

Bad news #4. He gave us some traps to set to help catch them as they come out, and since my handy hubby is off at work earning our living, I had to put the nasty things together by myself. Eughhh…! (Another awful shiver–I feel like I need a shower, but sadly, our bathroom is the most infected room I think, and I’m scared to get in the shower if these spiders are about to start flying out of the walls.)

Bad news #5. He said that since we live on the third floor with an attic above that never really gets treated, that’s where they’re coming from and there’s probably, and I quote “10,000 silverfish up there, and everything else.”

Talk about a way to freak me out when I’m home by myself! Eughhh, Eughhh, Eughhhh!

Oh, and did I mention the smell? With that and the potential for a drugged spider attack, I’m outta here. Time to go shopping!

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Did you check that for spiders?

If you think about it from the point of view of the spiders, they were here first. So technically, this apartment might belong to them.

However, I like to think about it from my point of view. Which is that I hate them and want them to die.

My dad always says that “possession is 9/10ths of the law.” And maybe he’s right.

So, here’s the deal, spiders: I don’t care if you were here first. We’re here now. All our stuff is here, and you know what, we’re the ones that are paying to live here. That means it’s time for you to go, okay?

The other night Wyatt and I were lying in bed and he decided that he wanted to lay on top of the quilt (it’s really a long story and could warrant a whole separate post, so you’ll just have to go with me here) and cover up with the blanket that we kept at the foot of the bed. He grabs it and pulls it on top of him, and I, always alert, say, “you know, you should have checked that for spiders…”

He pauses, thinking, then says, “Eh, too late.”

To which I say, “uh uh, I’m in the bed too, you need to check it. Now please.”

So he gets up and shakes it out, and we don’t see anything. Coast is clear.

And then I sit up in bed a few minutes later, and in the dark shadows, see a little black spot moving quickly around on top of the quilt.


There’s a spider in the bed!

So he gets up and turns on the light and kills the little one…and then looks down and says, “Whoa…”

Which is my cue to start freaking out.

Because there’s a much bigger spider crawling around on the floor. Oh jees.

I don’t think the spiders understand the rule about possession.

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Waiting to be de-bugged…

Is it just me that has terrible luck with service industry people?

We have been seeing and killing spiders all this week. Not my cup of tea, as anyone who knows me knows.

But…the bug guy still isn’t here so I’m going to have to call…for the 3rd time. Maybe I need to sound tougher on the phone, maybe I should watch some jersey shore and take some mouthing cues from those girls.

I don’t want to be one of those wives that has to have her husband take care of this kind of stuff all the time, but this is ridiculous. You should have been around for the whole “trying-to-get-at&t-service-set-up-saga.” Talk about frustrating.

Grrr… Alright, I’m putting on my mean voice. Nobody ignores me when I’m living in a spider-infested apartment!

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