a typical weekend

What's that look like, you ask? Well, there isn't one :) This past weekend is what we'd like to call a typical weekend, but with quick trips to NC and study hours on Sundays, it hasn't been in the cards for us. But Andrew decided that he'd had a long enough week and deserved a weekend off. I concurred.

It started with dinner at Alessandra's, my birthday spot which quickly became one of our favorites in this sweet town. On those nights when we want to get out but don't want to go far, this is it. And Tony plays the piano on the weekends, so that makes it even more lovely.

Saturday we slept in (yay!) and headed downtown after lunch. We stopped for frozen yogurt (chocolate with strawberries and walnuts for me, vanilla with granola and Heath bar for him) and wandered around on the shady sides of the street. Charleston is the.most.beautiful.town. In case you didn't know.


Then we decided to try and find a place to cool off and maybe watch part of the football game. This is Andrew, happy that it's football season:


We found a great place that overlooked East Bay St (and you could see the water) so we ordered a drink and waited for the game.


Then we found out that they didn't have ESPN-U, which is the channel that was carrying the UNC game, and Andrew was shocked:

"Really," he says. "You don't have ESPN-U?" Welcome to the SEC, love.

We ended the day with a walk around the block with our beloved canine and wrapped things up with lots of football/crafting on Sunday. Good times were had by all.

There you have it, folks. A weekend in the life :)

is this real life?

Andrew says I need to post here at least twice a week. How about YOU post twice a week, Mr. I-love-our-blog-but-don't-want-to-participate??

Just kidding. Love you, boo :)

For real though - how do you write anything compelling when this is your schedule:

4:30am: Andrew wakes up, gets ready for work (on a normal day; otherwise he's up much earlier)
5:15am: I can kind of make out a person standing over the bed, telling me goodbye and to have a good day. He kisses my forehead and leaves for work.
7:30am(ish): I get up and get ready for work. Water the plants, straighten up what's crooked and fix my breakfast.
9am - 5:3opm (ish): Sit at my b-e-a-utiful desk in the office and work, work, work for the man. Really, it's not that bad. And Oprah comes on at 4pm, so that's a nice little treat.

Now this is where it gets tricky. Sometimes Andrew leaves to come home at 3:30pm and sometimes he leaves at 6:30pm. Or 7pm. I never know until he's actually on his way. When I get the call, I start dinner.

Then it's dinner, dishes, an episode or two from the DVR and all of sudden, it's 10pm and he's getting ready for bed. Because of the whole get-up-at-4:30am situation. And I'm usually wide awake, because it's 10pm and that's when I like to party (the Johnson gene manifests itself in the most unconvenient ways sometimes...)

So I'll either a] read in bed or b] watch TV until I'm tired enough to join him or c] lay in bed and think about things like, "What should I cook for dinner next week?" or "I wonder if there's anyway to attach Rudy to my bike" or "Do I want our firstborn to be a boy or a girl?"

And repeat.

See what I'm saying? No one wants to hear about that over and over and over again. But that's just the way it is, folks. Boring, with a capital B.

We do plan to bring our camera downtown more so we can document those outings. Which typically happens every weekend. See, we have fun. We do non-boring things.

I think.

dearest navy

My Dearest Navy,

May I please have my husband back?

First, it was OCS. And that was all fine and good because it was a means to an end. And it taught us both a lot. And I made some great friends and got some new shoes (and a few other things) in the process.

And now here we are, in sunny Charleston. Only you're keeping my sweet husband in a windowless building for 12 hours a day. Including Saturdays. AND you're making him so tired that he's doing weird things in his sleep. Like try to "fix some magnets" or get ready for work at 1:15 am. That's no fun for either of us.

Also, I can't even talk to him until he's out of school because of the no cell phone policy. What if I need to tell him something important? Like how Shaun Draughn was cleared to play against GA Tech on Saturday. Or that Rudy ate ALL of his breakfast without being scared. Stuff like that. I guess I'll just have to make notes throughout the day to share with him over dinner. Lame.

So, good old friend. What do you say? You feel like being generous any time soon? And don't give me anything about how Christmas stand-down is two weeks long because that's still 3 months away. Woo-to-the-hoo.

(Just kidding, you know. I'll take whatever I can get.)

But for real. Help a sister out?