Hey y’all! I feel like I blinked and it was July. Wow. I hope you all have a wonderful fourth of July with family and friends! I will be spending mine by the pool. 🙂
I have a special guest post for you today! Meet Blake who blogs at One Eighty! Be sure to stop by her blog and say hello!
Hey! I’m Blake, and I blog at One Eighty. I am a 23 year old Texan who likes to have fun, go on adventures, and then share my stories with the world. My friends will tell you I’m loud, quirky, and random. And, well, I don’t disagree with them.
I’m a little sarcastic at times, like in this post where I (by the way, I’m currently single… very, very single) imagine what I’ll be doing with my life in 5 years.
Let the imagining begin:
I will be happily in love and married to some man who is happily, whole-heartedly in love with me.
My husband and I will live in a small house with two bedrooms and one bathroom. And we’ll have parties, and he’ll love to BBQ and I’ll love to make the drinks and appetizers and desserts. Our backyard will be small, but spectacular–with a surround sound system. And my husband and I will spend quality time sitting outside at night having deep conversations and listening to Texas country. And sometimes he’ll surprise me by asking me to dance in the grass. And sometimes I’ll surprise him by blasting techno and hip-hop and dancing like an absolute fool. And he’ll laugh at my enthusiasm and join in.
There will be fresh white roses on my dining room table at
After spending the first three years of marriage enjoying each other and traveling, my hubby and I will start having babies. While I’m 28, I’ll announce that I’m pregnant with TRIPLETS!
My husband and I will switch our second bedroom from an office to a nursery. I will spend hours
I will also spend too many hours reading Get Ready for Baby books. I will read chapters out loud to my husband while he tries to sleep. I will also make my husband watch baby shows on TLC, and I will get scared and intimidated, and he’ll laugh and tell me I’m fine.
Getting ready for the babies, my crazy hubby will have to sell his two-seater sports car. Although he’ll be sad to see his convertible go, he knows it’s all worth it. He’ll buy himself a family car. And as a surprise, I’ll buy him a new car accessory: three car seats!
After reading all those design magazines, I’ll decide it’s time to refresh the entire house. My husband won’t understand the need to repaint each room, including the laundry room, but he’ll chip in. I’ll come home from work with a case of his favorite beer and some paintbrushes. Once the painting is done, I’ll
force ask him to go antique and garage sale shopping with me at 5:00 AM one random Saturday morning. He’ll be grumpy, but I’ll point to my belly and assert, “This, darling, is for our babies!!”
On regular days, I’ll come home from work and start laundry and maybe start some sort of dinner. My husband and I will eat and talk and talk and talk and then watch some tv. Or he’ll read a book while I’m watching TLC reality shows. Or I’ll read magazines or blog while he’s watching some car show. I’ll tell him my opinion about the things that happen on these reality shows, and he’ll pretend to care. He’ll tell me about the latest car gadget, and I’ll tell him something like, “oh just go buy it already.”
My husband and I will sometimes lie in bed tracing each other’s tattoos with our fingers. We’ll fantasize about tattoo designs. He’ll tell me about his latest idea, and I’ll be ecstatic and anxious to see it inked. Our families will think we’re crazy, but we’ll be excited to show them our newest additions each time.
My husband and I will spend some Sunday mornings strolling through memorial park with our puppy, Maxwell. We will also shoot hoops and have picnics. Some Saturdays we will wake up and decide to go on random road trips, spending the weekend in San Antonio, Gruene, Galveston, or Austin.
On Wednesday nights, my husband will have poker at our house with his guy friends. “Guys night in” he’ll call it. I’ll go out to eat with my girlfriends or family or stay upstairs in bed watching HGTV and TLC or putting together a scrapbook or working on the triplets’ room. I’ll go downstairs to get ice cream and pickles and my hubby will give me a kiss and grab my waist and politely ask if I can fetch them a few beers out of the fridge… “of course, hun!’ I will say as I waddle to the fridge.
Isn’t my future husband going to be a hottie?