July 23, 2014


I'm twenty-five, guys. Of course, the next time I read this I'll be twenty-six. Only about 13 months from beginning to try to have children?! omg, I just got panicky. Nothing compared to what I'll feel in 2014, though! Congratulations, future me!!

The point of this post is to rant. I'm supposed to be writing positive things to remember how blessed my year was, but whatever - I'm ranting.

Mr. T and I have done a lot to help out our friends. It's mostly Mr. T - I'm really not that nice of a person. We've had several roommates move in with us over the course of our marriage. We were trying to help all of them branch out on their own and have a nice, reasonably priced place to live in M'boro until they got on their feet and found their own place, while helping us pay our rent/mortgage. All of them took advantage of us. I'm not saying they did it on purpose - I'm just saying it happened. We were too nice, and didn't type up contracts because they were our friends. If money was tight we just said "Oh, pay us when you can!" But you know what? When you have the option of not paying something, you will - intentionally or not - find other things that you "need" to spend your money on. If you have a landlord that is going to throw your butt to the curb, you will find the money to pay rent! Upon moving out and into an apartment with a contract, suddenly you have enough money every month for rent? But you definitely don't have enough money to pay us anything toward what you owe!

I get it, life is hard. Whatever. We're all adults, okay? I'm not sure if they learned anything, but Mr. T and I sure did.

July 8, 2014


It's been like three months since I did one of these. WHOOPS!

Life is great, guys. Loving 2013 so far. About to turn 25! We have two dogs now. Still have two cats. No roommates! It's such a good feeling, guys. SUCH. A. GOOD. FEELING.

Oh! I locked us out of the house last night. Funny story...

We get home from a trip and need to go to Walmart. I grab my keys from the key bowl and remember I had taken my house key off my key chain and put it in my purse. "No biggie - I'll just get my purse out of Mr. T's Jeep before we go." Get to the driveway, reach into the Jeep to grab my purse and it's full of junk from the trip. My wallet is right on top so I'm all "Ehh... I'll just grab my wallet. Don't need all this crap." (Totally forgot about needing a house key.) As I'm about to close the door, Mr. T throws the garage door opener in the Jeep. I grab it back out and hand it to him saying "We shouldn't leave a way to get into our house sitting in an unlocked vehicle right outside our house!" (Again, totally not thinking about my house key.) He hates me. >.< Takes the opener, throws it back in his Jeep and locks the doors. As I'm getting into my car I suddenly realize "Oh crap - now my house key AND the garage door opener are in Mr. T's Jeep!" The Jeep I do not have a key to. And Mr. T's keys are inside the house. We go to Walmart, anyway, because what else can we do? Get back, go around to the back of the house and try the back door. (We sometimes forget to lock it after we let the dogs back in.) Of course it's locked. Mr. T starts trying to pry a screen off when I suddenly say "What if the front door is unlocked?" He just stares at me. "Well why don't you go check it?!" So I scurry around to the front aaaaaand....the front door is unlocked. >.< As I walk to the back door I see him flipping me off through the window. MY BAD. Moral of the story is, we need to hide a key somewhere. And I need to think more good.

Future Mrs. Wilson, if you're reading this right now and you do not have a key hidden somewhere on the property to get into the house if you get locked out - go do it right now. RIGHT NOW.