We just bought our "8th" place together

Bubs and I are just getting back from a local title company where we signed our lives away for the next 15 years on a house that we are both so-so on but that we both agree is the best fit for our lives for the next few years. We just closed on the second house we've owned. The amazing thing about this is that when we drive away from Texas on the 27th (next week--are you f-ing kidding me!!!!) we will be able to essentially drive door to door. This is so nice because we don't have to come up with any weird plans to kennel the dogs while we stay in a hotel or Airbnb. The kids can move right into their rooms and we can start to make the place our own and work out any kinks before our stuff gets there in the first week of January. 

Bubs and I had a little argument last week because I had put in my last blog that we had bought the little house we where lived in Austin. I was mistaken, we rented it. Mr "must be accurate no matter what" got mad at me because he thought all of the readers of my blog would think that we were super wealthy "kids" living beyond our means. My point was that no one cares if bought or rented our first house when we moved back to Texas. He was worried about people getting the wrong idea about our (meaning his) financial acumen and insisted I change it. I think I've mentioned it once or a 100 times that I'm married to the most annoying person to ever live. But--since I guess we just put it on paper that we are committed for the next 15 years--and lets not forget little Cado (short for avocado) who will join us in April. Sorry Bubs--you have to deal with my inaccurate ass until April of 2043. 

But weepy pregnant me is feeling nostalgic so no matter how much he bugs me, today I am going to talk about our first ever "house." So I'm trying to keep it straight--we lived together in college, first in Bubs "bro pad" then a pretty run down student apartment, we lived in a really bad apartment in Oklahoma because base housing never came though, we lived in an decent apartment in Alabama and then we moved back to Austin where we RENTED a two bedroom house. Then we bought Bub's grandparents place. Now we just purchased our latest home in Arizona. But our first "house" was a secluded park where we would spend the night together--from when we were about 14 years old until we were very politely asked to leave the summer after our freshman year in college. So that was our "place" for about five years. 

In our general area there is a place called "Hidden Park" which is it's very unofficial name though it has an actual name you can see on a map--I don't even know what the name is. The thing that's very unique about hidden park is that the only way to access it is a small alley  because it is otherwise surrounded on all four sides by about 12 or 14 houses--so other than the people who but up against it, not many people know about it. 

 Bubs and I had been dating about a year when my older sister's friends decided it would be very funny to invite us out and let us drink from their keg. Thank god my very, very intelligent 14 year old boyfriend decided that he would fill his cup up with water so he could watch out for both of us. I on the other hand showed no such restraint. I was plowed, hammered and throwing up drunk within about 30 minutes--probably less. I woke up the next morning on the very soft grass of Hidden Park lying on a folded open sleeping bag with a blanket over me. Bubs was sleeping next to me with his knees folded into his chest--like he still does when he has a fitful night of sleep--and even though every part of me hurt, he looked like a guardian angel. As I later found out, my older sister ran off with her boyfriend and it was just Bubs and I with a group of much older kids so he helped me walk (probably more carried me) to Hidden Park because he knew it was likely no one would see me there, laid me down on the grass  and then sprinted to his house to grab the sleeping bag and blanket and then sprinted back. He's the worlds most annoying person yes--but even at 14 he was probably one of the most attentive and thoughtful guys a girl could ever ask for. 

But we realized that if we could make it through a  night with me throwing up everywhere without being caught, we knew that we had just found the perfect make out spot. And boy did we take advantage. It wasn't every Friday night when the weather was warm enough but it was close to it, Bubs and I would make our way to Hidden Park to spend the night while engaging in heaviest petting and French kissing two kids have ever done. My sisters and I were pros at covering for each other so Bubs and I would usually set up shop about 11 and I would crawl through the bedroom window about 5am and to this day, I still don't think my parents know--sometimes we would push it until 7 or even 8 and they still never caught me. 

But as time when on, Hidden Park actually become domesticated for us. I began to purposefully pick the right bedding that we would store under Bubs bed until it was time for him to sneak it out of the house. I was conscious of how things looked and matched and how the comforters would feel on the bed of grass. I was very cognizant of how warm we'd be and even picked earth tones to help us blend in to the dark park. I picked us out both pillows that would be supportive enough yet easy to carry as we were trying to sneak through the neighborhood and down the alley to the park. Bubs did his part too, he had flashlights and headlamps and always made sure we had enough water. I honestly began to think of Hidden Park as our first house together. It became even more like a home on the times where we would get the bedding all set up and we wouldn't furiously make out--rather just cuddle, talk about our days and remind each other of things that were going on the next day--and then kiss each other good night and go to sleep (damn you baseball season!! you ruined a lot of making out because my boyfriend actually wanted to sleep!). To this day, I consider Hidden Park our first "place" together. 

We slept there dozens, if not more than a 100 times--in fact I'm thinking I'll have to make a trip over before we leave next week to take some pics of our normal spot. We both came home the summer after our freshman year of college and thank god, Bub's parents decided that was the summer that they were going to go on a 3 week cruise of the Mediterranean and we were able to use his bedroom at our will. But they got back and we realized that we would probably have to take our amorous activities back to Hidden Park until we both left back for school.

 It worked out really well and it was like old times--but extra--until one fateful day when a very sweet old lady from my church decided that she could put up with two high school kids and their heavy petting but full on public sex was more than she was willing to tolerate. One of the most humiliating things to ever happen to me was being full on ass up in the air with Bubs on his back (I'll let you fill in the rest) and hearing whispering over the closest fence that said "honey, you have a beautiful little bottom but it's exposed for God and all of man to see--you two need to find somewhere else to go." I was almost sure I knew who it was but in the darkness I  wasn't positive. Then at Sunday service the cutest little Mee-Maw gave me a knowing smile as if to say "I've been there, don't worry I won't tell but you need to be more discreet." I knew for sure it had been her. Both of our humiliation meant that was the end of Hidden Park and we had to close the door on our first "house" together. 

So speaking of MeeMaw--one of you guys asked how realistic Young Sheldon was when it came to the Texas vibe and aesthetic. I won't keep you in suspense because that's going to be my next blog--I adore Young Sheldon. I think it is incredible at how good of a job they did--but I want to get more into it so I will dedicate my entire next blog to my thoughts on the show. I love answering you all's questions--because it takes me a day or two to see the comments if you would like to email me, please feel free...its danniynnad@gmail.com 

And while I'm saying that...danniynnad was my old Aim user name--that's where it comes from. I thought I was being super clever and mysterious by misspelling how people usually typed "Dani" then including the boy version backwards. 11 year old me was certainly a woman of mystery!