Awkward and Awesome.


-Sometimes you just have to cry. Can I get an Amen, ladies? Well, when I was driving the horrible 3 hour drive from Raleigh to Charlotte, in pouring rain, with a headache, and realized about half way in that I left something back in Raleigh that I absolutely needed, and then had to drive back, I found myself sitting in my car in a Firebird’s parking lot crying a seriously not-cute cry to my understanding husband. About 3 hours later when I was still in the car, not yet at my destination, but rather s l o w l y making my way through traffic I yet again couldn’t resist letting the flood gates down and letting the tears flow. It was bad. And at the end of my 5 and a half hour car ride I arrived home with a headache, a neck ache, a sore behind, and puffy eyes. Man oh man I will not be missing that drive.

-As I now know. I’m allergic to Gain Apple Mango Tango detergent. $15 right down the agitating drain. On the flip side, now we can splurge on the Tide and feel pretty good about it.

– In our old apartment we lived above a man name Joe. I only know this because of the nasty note he once left us, not because we ever spoke. Joe apparently felt the need to leave us a note on our door step one morning telling us that he was terminally ill with cancer and slept a lot and that we were disrupting him with our “loud project” (We’re about 90% sure the issue was our washer and dryer.. sorry, but sometime’s a girl’s gotta start the dryer at 10:30pm). We also believe that Joe once ripped open a bag of trash we left outside our front door before taking it up to the dumpster. Aside from all that, I kind of always worried that Joe was going to die in his apartment and we’d never know, and I’d just be living above a dead person. Now that we no longer live there, and we now live above a young lively-looking man, I just kind of worry that Joe is going to die in his apartment and there will be no one living above him to slowly begin to figure out that the strange smell invading the place is Joe.



– You guys. I touched the Titanic. And as I shoved my hand down inside that little tiny hole in the display box and reached out my long fingers to touch a piece of history, I felt the connection. And I’ve never felt closer to Leonardo DiCaprio then at that exact moment. I’ve been wanting to go to the Titanic exhibit at the Natural History Museum for a while now and Clint and I finally made our way there. On the surface, it was a let-down. However, as an absolute fanatic of The Titanic (the movie) I just imagined that it was Jack and Rose who sipped tea from the tea cups on display. There were actually a LOT of pieces recovered from the ship but none of it really wowed me. Actually, if it wasn’t for that small piece of ship I got to make contact with, I’d likely call the whole thing a bust, but hey, I touched the Titanic and that makes me a happy lady. Also, we received cards on our way in that assigned us a character. We each had a back story and some info about our new titanic-riding selves. I was a New York lady who was in England purchasing my wedding dress, headed back to the States in 2nd class and traveling all by my lonesome. Clint was a Husband and Father of three, traveling in 3rd class. I survived the sinking, he did not. He didn’t check to see if his wife or children survived so I’m pretty sure this is what happened. We fell in love on board the ship, he abandoned his family during evacuations to be with me and selflessly gave up his own life so I could go on to live out my dreams. Or… he and his family got locked below deck and embraced each other as they drowned.

-Sometimes I actually get a shopping cart at Target that doesn’t have a squiggly, wobbly, pirouetting wheel and I’m able to smoothly navigate through the store without a squeaking echo. It’s the little things.

-This is my last week as an official Raleigh resident. If you even kind of read this blog, you know that makes me a happy happy happy person.

-The Sermon from our church this Easter Sunday was incredible. Absolutely the best yet. And you can go watch it right here. The final monologue had me in tears, and the response of people accepting Jesus as their savior, beautiful.


What’s been awkward and awesome lately?


Awkward and Awesome.

-When you play the whole “guess how much it cost?!” game with someone, trying to show off how little you paid for something, but they guess a number even lower. $4 for a banana republic bracelet?  no-no, thats called stealing.
-A man in our apartment complex has a hover round chair, which I kind of just love all in itself… mostly because I just imagine he rolls around singing the song… hover round takes me where I want to go, where will it send me. However, this man has taken his hover round lifestyle to a whole new level. I saw him taking his trash to the dumpster, via rolling office chair. As in, he was sitting in his hover round, pushing a rolling chair, with a bag of trash on it. It got even better as I watched him come rolling back from the dumpster, so he was just a man… in a chair… pushing a chair. Kind of kicking myself for not taking a picture.
-Hey Jet Dry, if you’re going to explode bubbles all over the floor maybe you and your 30% more! bottle could warn me to move my brand new kitchen rug out-of-the-way first.
-I made scrambled eggs for breakfast. Scrambled them all up in a bowl and then put them in a pan, took care of a few things and then came back to actually cook them, and apparently those things unscrambled themselves, causing me to scramble the eggs in the pan while I cooked them. I could feel The Barefoot Contessa shaking her head at me.
-Oh ya know, just realizing I basically didn’t pay federal taxes at my last job. Goodbye large chunk of the tax return. Sorry honey.


-The moment you spot a gas station and you’re pretty sure you use your last little bottle of acceleration to pull up to the pump, no greater sense of relief.
-Daylight Savings Time! This should really fall into the awkward category because there is probably few things that I understand less than DST, I really can’t even think about it for that long. [[Side story: Two years ago I was in Arizona for spring break and my last night there was during DST, however I was in a part of Arizona that doesn’t do Daylight Savings Time, and my flight home was early, and I had no idea if the airport was doing normal time or Arizona no daylight savings, time. Even thinking back to it now gives me a headache, I have no idea how I made it onto that flight.]] Although I don’t understand it even in the slightest, I know that it’s now brighter later and that means Summer nights and weekends spent by the pool are just around the corner!
-A cup of tea in the afternoon… and the fact that our faucets give out water that is so hot I don’t even have to heat up water. (This is literally the only time I appreciate it, burning my hands 20 times a day and then doing that awkward jig of trying to turn on the cold water with your wrist… not so great.)

What’s been awkward & awesome with you all lately?

Awkward & Awesome

Quite honestly, this past week has been the most awkward/awesome week. I’m choosing to call it that rather than bitter-sweet. We moved, which is wonderful. However, I must admit, moving to a new place in Raleigh just made me realize more and more that Raleigh is home now, something that makes me a little sad. It’s been a week filled with prayer that God will make His vision for our life in Raleigh known to us. On the flip side of this, it’s been a week filled with excruciating waiting, waiting for the phone to ring with good news on the other end. A phone call that would change our plans, and the place we call home. Still waiting on that phone call, but at least now I’m waiting from a place with bigger windows and crown molding.

On we go to this week’s dose of A&A


-My mom bought me a salt-box. (You put salt in it, all the Food Network Chef’s use them.) The very first time I actually used the salt-box I opened it up at an angle and spilt a VERY generous amount of salt on a piece of chicken. To resolve this issue I ended up rubbing pieces of chicken together to rub the salt around a bit. I’m pretty sure the Food Network chef’s never do that.
-We’ve been watching the new show The Following, I have now had nearly five sleepless nights because of it. It is terrifying  but I can’t help going back for more each week, it’s a seriously good show… well, from what I can tell as I watch 75% of it off the reflection of the window near the tv- I can’t watch it directly, scary-ness is much easier to take in, in reflection form.
-Due to our move, I now have a new Harris Teeter. I made the first trip yesterday and it was almost hysterical how horribly I navigated that store. They keep the orange juice near the cheese. What?! Everybody knows the orange juice is either near the yogurts, the random chip dips, or hanging out at an end of aisle display that you’ll pass 10 times before realizing it’s there… not near the cheese. Also, grapes were on my list, grapes did not make it home with me, apparently those little suckers found themselves a real good hiding spot.

-New apartment! A very small part of me will miss lil’ apartment, a part about as big as our old kitchen- and that’s pretty tiny. I haven’t decided what I want to call new apartment yet, suggestions welcome! To help brew ideas I’ll tell you a bit about our new home. Our kitchen has approximately 21 cabinets (and a full on pantry!), yes i counted, you really cannot underestimate how small the last kitchen was. Our closet has 3 racks, 3 shelves, and enough room for 3 people to live in comfortably. I’ve never had a closet that fit all my clothes and still allowed me to actually slide the hangers as I survey things each morning, this closet does so much more than that. In a nutshell, we have room, lots of room, as in, I’ll actually have to switch outlets when vacuuming. Pretty stoked about that.
-I did a load of laundry yesterday and the dryer door doesn’t slam into my side every two seconds anymore, it actually stays open.  A small victory, but none the less, I can’t tell you how many loud grunts of frustration have been caused by that horrible little dryer door and it’s closing tendencies. Clint says it’s because our dryer must have not been level at our old place but I really think almost every dryer I’ve ever used has taken one or two good whacks into my backside as I toss my clothes in for a spin.

What’s been awkward and awesome lately?

Awkward and Awesome.

I kind of can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve done an A&A! I was back in Charlotte for nearly two weeks while Clint was on active duty orders and my blogging just went right out the window. But now we’re both back home together and I’ve got a handful of lovely awkward and awesome moments to share.

-As I briefly mentioned yesterday, our water stopped working. It was intentionally shut off because of a main pipe burst (or whatever the lady over the phone who clearly had no clue told me). Well, when it first shut off Clint just went ahead and opened that little closet that the water heater lives in and then left the door open… all day. This is probably irrational, but I’m terrified of water heaters. I mean, I love them for what they do and all, but I’d like to ignore their existence. Well, every 45 minutes or so when I’d go check the sink in our bathroom to see if the water was back on (I checked the kitchen too, for whatever reason I felt the need to check both, as if one would work before the other) I would have to run, eyes closed, hand over my ears (it makes me feel safer, it can’t be explained, its true though) past that dreadful water heater. Sure, sure, just close the door you say… Did you not catch back there where I said I ran past the closet. I couldn’t possibly stand there long enough to close an accordion style door (those things require maneuvering!). I’m not sure if the point of this story is that I’d be almost completely helpless on my own or that I’m slightly crazy, but I know the result, my future home will have an electric, tankless water heater.

-With Clint and I both being out-of-town for two weeks we came home to a very empty refrigerator and pantry. So like any two people who want to eat something other than dry cereal and soup, we went to the grocery store. Except, so did everyone else. You see, we got home the day a “winter storm” was supposed to hit. Thankfully Clint didn’t have to work so he was able to join me on the adventure (and honestly it would not have been pretty if I had to go alone- he navigated the cart through the crowds of completely oblivious people like a pro, I’d likely still be standing behind that lady in the red coat who had no idea anyone else existed). Considering both of us went to school at Appalachian, where snow is just a part of life (I literally slid into a parking spot at the grocery store on more than one occasion), we maybe were a bit naive as to what would be left at the grocery store. Orange juice, gone. Milk, long gone. Razors and batteries, quickly dwindling (’cause everybody knows you’ve got to be clean-shaven in a snow storm). The lines were longer than long. A part of me wanted to walk around wearing a sign saying : I’m not a crazy person, I’ve just been out-of-town! The worst part, I was dead set on having some Mac & Cheese for dinner meaning I NEEDED milk. So we were forced to be those people, the one’s who go to the Fresh Market and just get a gallon of milk. Those people definitely thought that we were those people.

-We went and saw Zero, Dark, Thirty. And I’ll be completely honest with you, I was absolutely not ready for it. Let’s enter the truth zone together:::: I’m afraid to go to the movie theater. The Dark Knight shooting has left me in an anxious place. I actually went and saw the Dark Knight a few days after the shooting happened and the experience was horrible. I didn’t take my eyes off the exit door for the first hour of the movie and even when I did I have to admit, I was thinking about it. That was the last movie I’d seen so it’s been a few months since I’ve actually been to the movies (and that is absolutely my favorite date night). This may have not been the best movie for me to dive back into things with. Guns, torture, high intensity scenes accompanied by booming loud explosions, not the best combo for a lady on the edge of her seat ready to hit the floor. But the worst moment actually presented itself the instant the lights went low and the previews set in. Within ten seconds of the theater getting dark someone came in through the exit door, with a gun. And me and my anxious self took a few extra beats to process that it was a cop who was 100% there to prevent the moment I was dreading. However, I now know that my natural instinct is to freeze.. so that’s not so great. I watched the entire movie with one hand covering my sight of the door and the other holding my cell-phone inside my purse. I’m certain I looked like the most suspicious person in the theater.  While I was home I went to a matinée with my sister and saw This is 40 and was about 85% ok so I’m thinking those dramatic, gun slinging, intensity-filled movies are going to have to go on the back burner for a while.

-It’s finally happened. I have become a person with duct tape on my car. (Oh gosh, it’s even worse having to type it!) I try not to complain about my car because A. It was free to me. B. It does in fact get me from one place to another. C. I at least try to not seem ungrateful. Yes, I hate my car. But it’s not because it’s far from my dream car, it’s mostly because I just feel really unsafe in it… like.. “why is my steering wheel shaking so much?!!” kind of unsafe. On several occasions I’ve been brought to tears while driving on long trips that require lots of interstate time. It’s not so wonderful knowing your speeding around on a piece of plastic (not actually speeding.. I dread those 70mph speed limits.. just let me drive slow and steady!!) Anyways, you know those frames that go around your windshield. It’s black, it’s slim, and unless yours has been flapping in the wind trying to jump off your car you’ve probably never given it a second glance. Well, on my way back to Raleigh, my little frame decided it was so over me. (Or maybe it too felt unsafe and was leaving me for a better life). Either way, I was just terrified enough that it would fall off (and then my windshield would just, ya know.. fall in on me- I’ve been assured this actually wouldn’t happen, but it’s called a freak accident for a reason) so I made my way off the next exit that looked like it was home to non-crazy people (you can totally tell by the fast food places!) and to a Walgreens where I bought the smallest roll of duct tape they had. Then, in the brutal wind, I stood in the parking lot and taped my car back together. And you know what… I have never wanted a job more than I did at the exact moment I smoothed out that first piece of tape. We went and bought some adhesive that is supposedly going to put that piece back in its place, but I feel like once you join the duct tape group, you kind of can’t really leave it so I’ll just be waiting around  for the next boo boo that needs taping.


-It’s almost February! Which means we’re getting closer and closer to Clint’s Birthday, Sydney’s (our kitty) Birthday, and hey, hey, what do you know??! This little Blog’s birthday :] I love, love, love birthdays, really, I could celebrate people I love every day, but having a day where I can throw confetti at them and it’s ok, I can definitely get on board with that. It also means Valentine’s day, and I may or may not have already made some cards for some special people. Love myself a sweet holiday.

-In a very particular way, it’s really nice to miss someone. I have missed my family tons since moving, and when Clint was gone for two weeks I missed him more and more each day. While it’s never ideal to have to miss anyone (oh, how awesome it’d be to have everyone you love in the same zip code),  it makes me feel really blessed to have people in my life that I love and am loved by to miss. And there are few things better than being reunited with someone you’ve been missing. It’s just awesome.

What’s been awkward and awesome with you all lately?

Farewell 2012.



The days of 2012 have gone by and 2013 is just on the other side of a setting sun.

Apparently I decided that my 2012 was going to go out with quite a literal bang. You see this…

TreeWell just a few moments after this was taken I fell off this log, while holding a stack of firewood. And I fell all my 5’10” + however high that log is off the ground straight on to the cold, hard, stick and thorn-covered ground. I cried. Then I went to go inside and panicked when I realized how I couldn’t barely walk up the hill because I was in so much pain. So I started crying even more. Oh and did I mention I was wearing a sweater headband with whiskers and cat ears? Because I was. So just imagine me wobbling up a hill, crying, looking like a kitty cat. And you’d have to ask Clint but my face was basically that of sheer panic… is it possible to actually break your butt?! Because I think I just did it. I’ll now be bringing in the new year sitting on a heating pad and making noises every time I shift my weight (which I know makes my sweet husband want to pull his hair out) but hey, he loves me. And we’ve had a pretty fantastic year, even with all the clumsy moments (like two days ago when a wine glass literally leapt out the cupboard at me and shattered all over the kitchen, and our dinner). There certainly is no one I’d rather pick glass up off the floor with then my main man. If 2013 is even a fraction as good as 2012 then we’ve got a lot to look forward to.

Now I know that some people don’t like resolutions but I, myself, LOVE them. And I am very excited for this years. So what’s my New Year’s Resolution?! In 2013 I will complete 113 hours of community service. You see, I’ve done my fair share of service hours over the years. Between clubs and what not at school I’ve always found a way to stay pretty involved in the community. However, since graduating from college, and especially since moving to Raleigh, I have not completed hardly any community service- and I hate that! So, for 2013, rather than doing something that is just about me, I want to do something that allows me to help others. Plus, I’m kindling hoping it’ll help me feel a bit more connected up in my new city, and maybe even allow for a teeny tiny bit of networking to get this lady a job (But that would just be a bonus). I’ll be keeping track on my own but I’ll be sure to keep you guys, my super faithful readers, posted on where I’m serving, and hopefully you guys will find yourselves motivated as well!

What are your new years resolutions?!

Cheers to 2013!