2. I met my husband when I was 2 years old. We started dating the summer after my junior year of high school, and got married on June 25, 2011. I like him
3. I have the whole awkward thing down to a T. No seriously, I'm awkward. I make others feel awkward. I laugh way too hard at my own jokes. It's whatever.
4. When I'm nervous, I talk. A lot. Like, an embarrassing amount. This kinda goes with the whole awkward thing. After my accident last month, I basically talked the officer's ear off. Essentially it went something like this: "Ma'am you can sit in my car while you wait for a ride." So naturally I was like "THANK YOU SO MUCH!" and started to open the front door to sit down. He closed it and opened the back door for me. Oh, not awkward at all. So this started my talking rampage. "Oh... you want me to sit in the back? I've never been in the back of a police car before. This is weird. This is scary. Are the seats really plastic? Wow! That's uncomfortable. People are going to think I'm getting arrested. That's awkward." He gave me a funny look at said "It's just protocol ma'am." No joke... he literally did that thing where they put their hand on your head to make sure you don't hit it while you get in the car. I was feeling pretty awesome right then. Oh, but that's not all. When he got in the front of the car to wait with me, my blabber mouth went on another talking spree. "That's cool that you're a police officer. I like police officers. My mom has friends that are police officers! They were like... chiefs or something. They have names. We used to go visit them at their POLICE STATION! Like, we got to go in! They had horses. One horse's name was Booger and I thought that was super funny. Don't you think that's funny? Ha! Booger. What a name. Police officers are really nice and stuff. We saw some police officers last week and hung out with them." The poor man literally opened his door and got out of the car. Legit got OUT of the car. I saw him go over to his friend and both started laughing. Poor man.
5. I tend to think I'm better friends with people than I am. When we moved to this new city, I literally had no friends. Zilch. Zero. None. On top of that, I didn't have a job for the first 6 months of our marriage. We only had one car, so I was stuck at the apartment every single day. Even better, we had no TV or internet! We were practically Amish. I seriously would take multiple naps in the day just to pass the time. That being said, when people would talk to me be it at church, my husband's work, etc. I would follow them around like a lost puppy dog. Yes, I'm a pathetic human being. That's okay though. Human interaction was exciting!
6. I have this creepy obsession with wanting to see inside people's houses. If you ever see two eyes staring through your window, just ignore me. Moving along. Nothing to see here, folks. But really, I love seeing how people decorate and have spent many hours looking through local houses on Zillow just for fun.
7. For the first year of marriage, we didn't own a couch. So please, now picture me being stuck at home for 6 months without a job, internet, TV, or couch. Seriously, I seem so awesome. My Mom sent home an old bean-bag chair once just so we would have something to sit on. When people would come into town to visit, everyone would fight over who would get to be the lucky one to get that bean bag. One day, Joe's friend called and said a lady he knew was getting rid of two loveseats and we could take them for free! Literally one of the best days of my life. I was so excited! I hope I never stop being thankful for everyday things like owning a couch to sit on.
8. I really miss my blonde hair. A lot of people like brown better on me, but I don't feel like myself. I'm slowly learning that I don't always have to please others when it comes to something as silly as what hair color I have.
9. I'm a worry-wart. I worry about my little sister while she lives at camp, my mom becoming exhausted with work full-time and school full-time, my grandpa when he drives 2 hours to visit his girlfriend, my dad and his therapy, my husband with his workload. Seriously. I worry about everyone around me. If I see a mean comment on someone's blog, I worry about their feelings. It's something I struggle with a lot and I've been trying to just trust God with everyone I love.
10. My first words took place in the McDonald's parking lot. My Mom asked my Grandmother what she would like and I piped up from the back seat "fries coke please." I was such a classy kid.
Have a great afternoon, loves!