Country roads take me home... to the place... I BELLLOONNNGGGG!!!

We had to make a trip to good ole GA last Thursday for D's grandmas funeral. While it was a sad occasion, we decided to try and make the best of it. Sure, it was emotional and devastating for the family, but everyone came together to say their goodbyes and it was nice.

We even got to spend a little time with D's dad (Kerry Dale) and cousin (Travis). 

The funeral was in D's great grandad's hometown in GA, and when I tell you that the church/cemetery we laid Carol Ann to rest in was in BF GA, I am not exaggerating. We drove so far out that even I was like, umm... did we take a wrong turn somewhere? 

Damn, I miss living in the middle of nowhere.

We stayed at Little Ocmulgee and honestly, I so wanted to swipe the vanity mirror from that bathroom. Seriously, that thing was huge and had amazing lighting and if D hung it in our bathroom just right, I could have it for my entire body. He's probably not going for it, because then I'll be obsessed with staring at everything in HD and he'd rather not have to deal with that nonsense. 

*that seems fair to me, but also, I want that damned ole mirror*

On the way home, we decided to trail Travis so the three of us could spend some time together and hit up a few sites. We all agreed that the scenic route through TN was the way to go and I for one was super excited for D to see the places I got to grow up with and in.

It was nice to show my hubby where his wife came up and get to see the wonderment on his face while we were traveling through those mountains. I swear, there is nothing like home to me. Say what you will, but I wouldn't have wanted to be raised any other place and come retirement, God willing and the creeks don't rise, that's where our happy asses are planning retirement.

Because I want to go back to the peacefulness that is the country and spend the rest of my life with the person I love living a calm and utterly devoted to each other kind of life. 

Until then though, we're rolling with our Southside Indy lives and making the most of it. 

We stopped by Fall Creek Falls to do some hiking (that the pups LOVED by the way... even though they almost wiped me and D out on the side of a mountain) and you know we couldn't pass up the scenic overlook. 

There was even a suspension bridge that I crossed solo, because my hubby is petrified of heights and his cousin wasn't having any of it either.

Our trip ended up being about four extra hours, but it was worth it to make all those stops and get to spend that time and do those things with D. With everything happening within his side of the family, things are a little bit on edge and scary, so any time we get the chance to spend some quality time and I get him to relax, even for a little, is more than worth it to me. We even found out his cousin lives about 15-20 minutes from us and I think he'll get to finally have someone around from his side to hang out with. Which I know he is looking forward to (we stopped by his house after we got back to Indy to hang out).

So yeah, it was an extended weekend for horrible circumstances, but we tried to make the best of it. And any day that my hubby smiles is a damn good day to me.

The best advice I could possibly give you. (I think?)

If someone were to ask me what is the best piece of advice I have to hand out (you know with all of the divine wisdom I have accrued throughout my thirty-two years) I would simply have to tell them to marry their hype man. 

My hype man is a 6'3 blonde with big ole blue eyes and a kind soul that speaks to me. There's not a single person on this planet that makes me feel as good, builds me up near as much, or makes me feel half as amazing as what he does.

So, I married him.

And let me tell you this.... while I was dead set on never getting married (and was not quiet about it in the slightest).... it is honestly one of the greatest decisions I have ever made in my life. Seriously, the only time I've ever had to eat crow and didn't think it tasted all that bad.

I don't care if your hype man is man, woman, or non-binary. I don't care if they're black, white, purple, or orange. I don't care if you come from different walks of life or you think you're undeserving. 

I'm telling you right damn now, if you find that person and they love you half as much as what I adore my husband, marry that motherfucker right now. 

Life is too short to wait around for what ifs.

My anxiety and ADHD are coexisting and causing chaos.

Please ignore the amount of crap behind me. That is all the stuff I use for crafting (ie: spray painting anything I can get my grubby little paws on) and yes, a fair amount of trash. Mostly cardboard, because we forgot to pull trash out for one week and somehow that broke down to having six weeks worth of it? I'm not sure, the math doesn't add up to me either.

Instead, focus on the behemoth that I'm holding in my hand.... in other words, our mint plant. Well, one of many. Pretty impressive, right?

NO?!!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?!!?!

FINE. It was a nice little distraction though, right? The truth is, things have been a little chaotic lately. Not necessarily in my everyday life (except my little Tayder buddy hasn't got as much spring in his step as he used to and I'm worried about him constantly), but with everything going on in D's family right now. We're driving down to GA on Thursday for his Gma's funeral (that's on Friday morning) and that's not even a chip off the salt block. Honestly, I can't even go into the rest of it.

Because it's hard and sad and frustrating and about a million other conflicting emotions.

Instead, I have been doing any and all that I can to distract myself and keep my husband sane. That's the healthy way to deal with things, right? Truth be told, I'm still new to this whole accepting that I'm a human being that has feelings and that's perfectly ok thing. It's been a learning curve and to say that I struggle with my mental health every day would be an understatement.

Things can be going well or bad and the state of my mental health is always up for debate. At least, in my own head it is. And I don't mean I feel "crazy" or "sick" or something. I'm simply saying, I learn more things about myself every single day and it's a constant battle to keep up.

So, sometimes my house or yard looks like the inside of my head feels and you know what I've learned from that? It's ok. It really is. If I feel better painting my hubby's bike with him then I do folding six loads of laundry, then guess what's happening?

And if we're all just getting down to the real nitty gritty here? Whatever we do or how we live or choose to spend our time is our own fucking business. No one else's. So yeah, there's a million things happening and it feels like it's all piling up, but that's why we have each other. We'll find a way.... together.

But seriously, THAT MINT PLANT THOUGH.

This opportunity may be too good to pass up.

I feel like I should start off by saying that I am an avid horror fan. Everyone that's ever met me knows this and I make it a point to be surrounded by the creepy more often than not. Call it what you will, but I just call it my thing. I'm not morbid or anything like that (probably?), but you would not believe some of the shit I actually believe in.

Demons, ghosts, witchcraft, exorcisms... the list goes on. But, stops shortly before unicorns, because apparently that's where my ridiculous mind draws the line? Yes, I believe people can practice and cast with voodoo, but not in a horse with a horn growing out of his head that shits glitter and rainbows.

I know, I know.

It's a little bit ridiculous, but honestly, I gave up trying to understand my mind long ago and instead decided to embrace it to its fullest extent. Eccentricism, outlandishness, quirks and all. I just let it do its own thing.

While my husband adores the fact that I'm a tad insane (life would be boring without it, right?), he absolutely does not like horror. As in, can't stand it and absolutely hates watching anything associated with it. I didn't know this about him until after we were married, because he's always watched things like that with me in the past.

He informed me it was because he was trying to get and/or keep me, and that he enjoyed watching me enjoy it so much. But, now that we're married, he is far more vocal about his distaste for such things. Not that that stops me from watching or him from joining me, but he also doesn't let me forget how much he hates it the entire time.

And I do mean the ENTIRE time.

While I try not to make him watch too much crazy with me I would be lying if I said sometimes I am just in one of my moods and need a little horror movie in my life so I pop it on in any event. He grumbles his displeasure, but eventually gets sucked in and is just as invested as me.

Honestly, I don't think he detests horror as much as he claims too. Except possessed children. You know, like the Exorcist? Yeah, he definitely hates those as much as he insists he does. But, the rest? Not so much, Like, he'll watch Halloween with me and American Horror Story (although not nearly as invested in it as I am), but if you put a kid on that screen that is cracking all weird and eyes/mouth is acting all demonic? Forget it, he's averting his eyes and moving on like it never happened.

Essentially the same thing I would do if I saw something like that in real life. Because ignorance is bliss and I ain't trying to get haunted for eternity.

Every now and then though, he'll voluntarily watch an actual horror movie with me. He knows from the start and will just accept that he's going to be spending the rest of his life with a nutcase and rolls with it. Honestly, it's just one more thing on the long list of why I adore and love him.

During moments like this, I try to take advantage of the opportunity without actually trying to take advantage of his kindness. I figure if he's good enough to watch something he "hates" with me, the least I can do is find something that won't be absolutely terrifying. (I save those for when it's just me and the pups).

Usually, it's some form of slasher flick, but I learned a few weeks ago that there's one horror movie in particular that he's never seen and/or heard of and I immediately wanted to sit him down right next to me and watch him watch it. 

You may be wondering what movie that is and let me tell you... The Mist.

YES. "That" Stephen King movie with the distressing ending that people are always on the fence about.

He not only has never seen it, but knows absolutely nothing about it and I have literally never in my life met anyone that knows utterly nothing about this book/movie, so to say I was floored would be an understatement. This would be my very first opportunity to see someone's legitimate reaction to this movie. In fact, I may never get this chance again.

With that being said, I think I have to figure out a way to watch this with him as soon as possible before my excitement gets the best of me and he feels the need to Google about it and spoil all the fun. I'm almost 100% sure I know what his reaction is going to be, but I still can't wait to see it. 

UPDATE: So... we watched the movie. And apparently I had never seen it before in my life. I had seen the last like twenty minutes of it, but never the movie in its entirety. We were a good fifteen or so minutes in before I realized this, but by that time we were invested. And let me just say, it did not disappoint and I'm super happy we watched it for the first time together.

No one ever told me this was the real dream.

**I was attacked by a group of super pissed off hornets right outside of our garage**

My husband saw it happen.

I then proceeded to watch him completely annihilate two hornet nests and every member of said hornet community with a pair of hedge clippers and a can of spray paint.

Because in his words, "they done fucked around and now they're about to find out." 

Apparently, he doesn't like anything messing with or hurting his wife. Species be damned.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the shit real fairytales are made out of.