Growing up

On a study break at the library today I came across this picture on we ♥ it

I wouldn't say my childhood was wasted, it was awesome actually. but I definitely spent most of my time and energy trying to be "grown up". 

This is something I think about a lot, usually when Jimmy and I are dancing our way through the grocery store aisles, or when I challenge someone to race to the car in the parking lot. these are things I wouldn't have been caught dead doing when I was younger, how immature. 

 It wasn't hard for me to act older as a kid, because I looked older. I have been the height I am now (5'6) since around 3rd grade. In the pictures of my 5th grade graduation I am at least 2 feet taller than my teacher. You know the Michael Jackson song, act your age not your shoe size? a little known fact about me is that, at age 10, these two numbers were the same. yes, I know, my feet are huge.

I went to daycare until I was too old to go, and had an unhealthy obsession with being like the teachers who worked there. Then, when I was 16, I became one. and it wasn't as cool as I had anticipated. Its so weird when I get facebook friend requests from kids who went to the daycare.
I am not old enough for this!

The other day some elementary schools were on a field trip on campus and while I was walking to class a little girl pointed at me and said excitedly "shes in college"  It was the cutest, and most depressing thing ever. It feels like yesterday when I was her age, dying to be this age.

Now that I'm here, I'm fighting growing up at every turn. I was probably the only person I know who wasn't excited about turning 21. and the only daughter who doesn't like hearing her parents call her an "adult". 

This summer on a visit with Grammie in Connecticut my 10 year old cousin Kate introduced us to the game "man hunt" which is essentially just hide and seek outside, at night. So there we were, a bunch of "adults" (19-21) playing hide and seek in the woods. Grammie and mom got on to us for running around like "little kids" but it was a blast!

I have always been the "mature" one. and now, I'm making up for lost time, I am going to have fun acting like a kid. even if I am finally grown up.

*side note: daycare is where I met Jimmy. He was my first crush, if you don't count Garth Brooks. my mom just found a picture of us at our pre-k graduation. I'll save the details of how he went from first crush to main squeeze for another time, its back to the books I go. adios kiddos

Cry Baby

The stress of finals combined with my wonderful monthly visitor have made for some very entertaining and embarrassing moments this week.

It all started the other day in the Sonic drive thru. Jimmy and I have been together for 4 years but for some reason we get to a drive thru and its like we've never had a meal together. If a person on the street were to ask him what I like on my burger he would get every ingredient right. Have that same person ask him through the magic drive thru box and you'd think the police were interrogating him. He gets all mumbly (yes, I made it up) and gets everyone involved confused.

So there we were, facing the inevitable confusion that has become our norm. The girl asked if we wanted mustard or mayonnaise on the burgers, and I said "only mayonnaise" meaning no mustard. Yes, I know, it was very misleading and confusing to say it that way. It just came out and before I could correct myself Jimmy was repeating to the box "one with no cheese and only mayonnaise" whaaat?! I never said anything about no cheese. cheese, always cheese!

The combination of Jimmy making fun of my confusing order and the thought of the lack of cheese on my hamburger caused me to burst into tears.. "boohoo, stop yelling at me". Which he was not. Then it turned into a five minute cycle of crying because I couldn't stop crying. then we were laughing so hard it turned into more crying.

This debacle just occurred again. We were watching Ellen and I was getting overly excited about her 12 days of giveaways and T. Swift's performance. I had my empty coffee mug resting on my legs and Jimmy said "careful you don't spill your drink". So I thought it would be funny to pretend to throw my coffee on him. Keep in mind it was empty. oh wait, it wasn't. Coffee went everywhere. Jimmy thought it was hilarious because obviously.. jokes on me. I realize there is no need to cry over spilled milk, or in my case coffee, but here come the water works.

Poor Jimmy was again so confused as to why I was crying. "babe are you laughing or crying" embarrassingly, it was both. Jimmy was in a clean shirt and the couch was wiped off but there I was again, laughing and crying for no reason. In the the 20 minutes since it happened he has already made at least a dozen jokes about the coffee mishap. I'm never going to live this down.

I just love being a girl. not.

the not so itsy-bitsy spider

So, I'm cleaning my room, you know, minding my own business and what do I see? a freaking tarantula in my bathtub! and of course Jimmy left 2 minutes before, and wouldn't answer his phone.

I really, really hate bugs!! But I don't usually do the typical girly freak-out. This time, however, it was completely necessary. I could have put a saddle on this thing and ridden it around the apartment. Brooke came downstairs, to join in on the freaking-out, she was more scared then I was. 

Finally Jimmy answered and came back over! I know, I know, he's the best. He killed it, which I was surprised about. Brooke and I were sure he was going to try to save it and release it back into the wild. But thankfully he squashed and flushed it. I have a rule about this sort of thing: If you're outside in nature you can't kill bugs, but as soon as it comes inside, its fair game. And this elephant, masquerading as a spider, was an easy target.

So now I'm sitting here, alone. And I just know his giant spider friends are going to come take revenge on me. I'm so freaked out I can't even get off my bed to finish cleaning. If I'm dead tomorrow morning, tell them to check my throat, it will be filled with spider eggs.

*Side note about dealing with bugs in the home: Hair spray works really well at making sure a bug doesn't move while you're waiting for someone to come kill it. This is especially true for daddy long legs'. Those skinny legs don't stand a chance against the stickiness of hairspray.