Greg and I had been married one year.
I was in my senior year of college. After working at a bank for a year after his graduation, Greg had gone back to school to get his teaching degree.
We lived in a cute little house on the downside of a steep hill.
We lived there with a cat much like this one:
Her name was Ivy. Ivy was much sleeker and trimmer than this kitty. Nobody but me liked Ivy much. She was kind of a wild-child, but I blame a lot of that on kitten-hood. She was about to grow out of it and into being a sweet mellow cat when we moved and she ran away. I still miss her sometimes!
We, being the sophisticated grown-ups we were, drank a lot of this:
We pretty much kept a pitcher going all the time, to the best of my memory.
Up until Sept 11, 2001 we didn't have cable. After being in the dark about such a big national catastrophe, we decided to get tv.
Even with it, we spent a lot of evenings eating cereal and playing several rounds of two-person Uno:
We still like to play two-person Uno sometimes before bed. Some light-hearted him 'n me time before calling it a day.
Or sometimes, when we felt like a good laugh, we would pull out our grammar for some Mad Libs from here:
I can't vouch for anything on the rest of the site, but the 'crazy libs' tend to be pretty funny. Especially if Greg picks the words. He's better at that than I am. But that's okay. I love to see him laugh!
Of course, not all our evenings were such fun and leisure. We were both full-time students, I had a part-time job, and we were involved in our church.
We were also involved in something else that took up quite a bit of our time in the fall:
It was a big decision to go back for one more year, but it turned out to be incredibly worth it! There is no way I can point us out to you, but we're both in there! Greg is playing melophone, and I am in the colorguard. Enjoy!
What were you doing in 2001?