WATERWORKS

Having waited patiently over a month for the right inaugural event to kick off this blog, I think we finally found a winner.

It's been two short weeks of wedded bliss. Patrick, ever the selfless man of the house, decided to mow the lawn today. Borrowing his parents' mower (may Patrick's mower rest in peace) was an ordeal in itself, as their car battery (or some other car part) is precariously perched on the brink of death as well.

I noticed, while lounging on the couch watching Netflix movies, that Patrick had been gone an inordinately long time. Around that exact moment, I hear the back door open and he yells, "Sweetie, can you get me a cup?"

Walking out into the backyard with cup in hand, I see him on all fours in the grass- in the dark- scooping  dirt and mud out of a massive hole with his bare hands.

Asking if he needed help (expecting an explanation at least), I got only a calm, "honey...some light would be nice."

Sad face at Kroger

Apparently, he had hit a water pipe while mowing and had to shut off the water. Spraying him down with deet and holding my phone light, I felt bad for not being able to help more (I was NOT going to volunteer to scoop mud). In the end, he decided to dump a bag of concrete in the hole..a great idea except we had no water.

Stealing the last of the dogs' water was apparently not a sufficient amount of water so we trekked over to the Kroger at 10pm for some bulk rations. After, of course, wiping Patrick's grass- and mud-caked extremities with a supply of wet naps that even Wild Wings would be impressed by.

It's now the next day and we still haven't been able to turn the water back on (stupid concrete!). Luckily I'm heading back to Charleston tomorrow...Patrick can deal with it!

THE DEAL

What's up with this blog?

We wanted to have a way for our family and friends to keep up with all of our goings-on, since we're about to get really, really busy. We just got married (April 27th for those of you somehow out of the loop!), and are in the process of moving and changing jobs. We just found a gorgeous house to rent in Summerville, just outside of Charleston, and I am in the process of moving there from a townhouse. I graduate from MUSC's college of medicine this Friday, and have a month off before starting residency (staying at MUSC in Charleston, raise up!). Basically my time off has been full of paperwork and forms and online training. As Patrick fondly jokes, "Who knew you had to fill out so much paperwork just to be a doctor?!"

Patrick is in the middle of TWO big changes. He's amid a "port swap." In order for him to transfer from Savannah from Charleston, he had to find someone willing to leave Charleston. Unfortunately for us, Charleston is not only a very desirable area to reside in, it's on the smaller side (fewer guys to trade with) and it's not hectic or busy like the Atlanta airport. After posting a sort of personal ad online, asking for a swap, and enlisting some buddies with personal connections, he finally found a potential swap. We found out later this guy actually lives right across the street from our new house!! That's a whole discussion in itself.  Anyway, he's in a holding pattern right now for that but we're hoping for a start date of mid-June. He's also trying to sell his house in Savannah (proving more difficult than originally intended).

What's up with the blog name?

It's a bit of a misnomer by this point, but if you're interested we'll eventually get around to posting about that one too.