Laundry...

I went for the first time on Sunday to do laundry for the loving husband and me. I know it's been a month since we have been married and this is the first time I'm doing laundry... so sue me.

Our apartments do not have washer and dryer connections and the laundromat at the complex is well....gross.

So Sunday, I forwent my regularly scheduled sunday afternoon nap and headed out with 2 laundry baskets FULL of clothes. I went to one of the laundromats in town. It was nice and air conditioned. The only downfall is the cost! Ridiculous!!!!

Anyway, I didn't come to blog about my frustrations in the Sunday afternoon laundry doing....I came to blog about the personal interaction I had while there.

I was sitting waiting on the clothes to dry (after putting my body weight in quarters in the machine) and this hispanic husband and wife came in. The woman came and sat next to me and began to speak to me in very broken english. My first thought was "I have no money to give you!" The whole time she was talking I was watching my stuff very closely. I was making sure her husband wasn't coming around stealing my stuff while she was distracting me with her broken english. I know I am an awful person! This blog is all about honesty though. We talked for about 15 minutes. She asked if I was a "Study" meaning student, She told me about her nephews and nieces, her sons and "como se dice hijas" translated to daughters. It was hard to understand her, but I listened anyway. All the while thinking.... "I have no more quarters because the dryers ate them all!"

My clothes finally dried and as I took the clothes out of the dryer I kept a steady eye on my stuff...I went over to the folding table and began folding. I placed me purse on the table in plain sight so that she or her husband wouldn't take it! Again, AWFUL I know!

I noticed that when their clothes finished washing they folded them up and took them out without drying them.

They left the building and got in the car. Well almost....The wife came back in just before getting in the car...She walked up to me as I thought "Here we go..." I was ready to say "I have no money"

To my surprise she didn't come back in to ask for money....She didn't come back in to steal my stuff either.

She walked over to me patted me on the back and said "Bye."

That's it... "Bye."

It was one word that carried so much weight. She just wanted to talk to me! She wanted someone to talk to. All I did was suspect her as a thief or pan handler. I missed a chance to have a wonderful conversation with a woman who needed a friend all because I was worried about my stupid stuff.

Wow.

The First 2 weeks of Matrimony

Well it's been two weeks since the big day!

It's so weird to me that we spent 8 months planning, waiting, and preparing for 1 day. One day that honestly, I don't remember a whole lot about. It was a good one day. I had a couple of breakdowns because that "one day" was over and now I was married. Marriage is wonderful and I love it, but holy smokes it's different! Living with a boy is weird! Luckily I snagged one of the cleaner ones.

It's also weird that we have been married for 2 weeks and will be married for another 80 years! ha ha so good!

I have used the phrase "welcome to marriage honey!" a lot over the past 2 weeks. It's become a joke in the apartment. Like when Joshua took out the bathroom trash after a certain week with a look of disgust on his face (TMI? sorry.) I was eager to chime in with "welcome to marriage honey!"

I hope to make this blog actually have a purpose now....hopefully it will become a place that I can tell my marriage stories on. Not that many people read it, but that's okay!