Pop Quiz: Right now life at the Hutcherson household can be described as:
A) Absolute insanity
B) Boxes, boxes, and more boxes
C) Overflowing with love
D) All of the above
I'll give a quick rundown of the high(and low)lights that are sure to provide at least some entertainment, or at least make you feel good to know that your life isn't as crazy as ours is right now.
First off...drumroll please....we are now Dr. & Dr. Hutcherson! Robb keeps saying we'll never know which one comes first but I think we all know who was first in line...we just won't tell him that :)
After an awesome party at my madre's house where people were still around after 11 (way past her bedtime) we went Downtown Athens for our last hurrah "First-Year style." Needless to say we succeeded in pulling off a night our younger selves would have been proud of even if it took a lot more time to recover than it used to (shoutout to Kacy knocking on my door to wake me up for school at least twice a week). By the end of the night we were all crying our eyes out over moving away, leaving each other, and everything else that goes along with entering the real world. It was a very bittersweet weekend with a finale worthy of the occasion!
The next day we took off to Disgusta for what we hoped would be the last time. Even after taking up a load in a borrowed box trailer, we still ended up renting a 17 foot truck to try to get everything up in one load. ha. Anyone who has been to our house since we've been living together knows what a joke that would be. We have WAY TOO MUCH STUFF! Between my habit of hoarding hand-me-downs and Robb's vast array of hobbies (and supplying them) AND getting married and the amazing gifts that came along with that, we have amassed more junk than any other twenty-somethings couple I know. Seriously. Its ridiculous. But the good thing about having so much stuff is that we had to move it which gave us some quality bonding time...the great part about this move was that all of our friends had left Augusta so it was just the two of us, two dogs, two cats and a 2000 sq ft house FULL of stuff!
[[The last thing I want to do is come off as ungrateful. I realize that we are very fortunate to have been blessed with so many generous people in our lives and we do not take that for granted! However, when our collection houses pots and pans from my parents' wedding, Robb's apartment, AND our wedding -- boxes add up fast!]]
So, on to the fun stuff.
Lessons I Learned About My Husband:
1. He is strong. Like seriously muscle man. He talks about how he wants to start working out/lifting weights again to build his muscle back up, but even after 4 years of pharmacy school and zero time to breathe let alone take care of himself, he's still got it! He lifted our heaviest furniture like a beast and then went back for more. He doesn't mess around when it comes to moving (especially out of Augusta) and he took care of business, which leads me to...
2. He believes in me. And by that I mean he believes that I have the ability to lift things - heavy things - even if they are three times the size of me. I think that he would probably agree with me that if there will ever be a time in our marriage where he wishes I were a guy, it would have been last week moving our entire house alone. (side note: our awesome friend Buck happened to be in town and came over one morning to help move heavy furniture, without which I would probably still not be able to walk today) Bottom line is that I'm the one who needs to start working out again!
3. He hates puke!!!!! Well, I already knew this but I figured everyone else might not. I was following him out of Augusta for the last time when our puppy decided that the ~5 pounds of dried corn she had eaten weren't sitting so well and so up they came, all over the center console, the backseat, and Robb's arm. We weren't even out of Augusta yet so we had to pull over so I could clean it up while he gagged and came to the realization that the backyard probably hadn't been the best place to dump the corn. He took the puppy in the grass to try to get her to get it all up and massaged her tummy for a while. I was hysterical listening to him talk to her - "A*a;ls@dfa Dooley why did you eat that corn?!? Seriously babe feel her sides she feels like a bean bag. She is completely full of corn. Dooley I could pick you up and play cornhole with you kid, dang!" At this point I was literally sitting on the asphalt in the parking lot keeling over from laughing so hard. Maybe you had to be there, maybe it was final moving day delirium... whatever it was, it was funny!
4. He "has just enough rhythm to be dangerous." This is what he told me repeatedly on the way home from Brenelle's wedding at midnight. I don't think he left the dance floor the entire time. Talk about getting down! I'll include a picture of his rhythm for those of you who did not witness it first-hand. (Notice I eventually turned my back when everyone else stopped dancing and all eyes were on him - and me).
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| He's all mine ladies.... |
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And so, as we officially become Chickamauga residents, the next chapter in our life begins. So far it has been anything but boring. Whether I've been laughing at dance moves, my "cornhole puppy," or only to keep from crying when everything becomes overwhelming, it has been one hell of a ride so far and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Oh, and did I mention we move again in t-minus 31 days.... :)
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