My favorite place to be.

At the beginning of the weekend, after a night out late (and in a mildly drunken state), we decided that it would be in the best interests of all parties involved (i.e. Josh and me) if we moved the mattress from the bedroom into the living room floor. The two main reasons for this decision were as follow:
1. In the morning, dawn shines through the blinds in the bedroom with the luminosity of a 1000 burning suns. The living room remains shaded from such crude gesture.
2. There is a T.V. in the living room, and there is no T.V. in the bedroom. Unless I was to listen to Josh quote random cartoons, in order to fall asleep to any type of tubescent media it made the most sense to move the mattress.
So, now, when you walk in the apartment you will see the coffee table pushed against the couch, the vintage gold chair scooted into the dining area, and our pallet in the middle of the floor-- right in front of the television. I do not think there are words to describe how heavenly this rearrangement is.
Yesterday Josh and I actually moved from the mattress and made our way out of doors to scout out a camper my dad had seen on the way to Unionville. With nothing more than a general idea of where the camper was, a full tank of gas, and my little dog (who we brought along for company) we made our way North of town down some winding country roads. On the way we saw a llama and a sheep grazing together, lots of horses and cows, and an Airstream camper we lusted after (it wasn't for sale). We did eventually find the camper and copied down the numbers so we could inquire about it, though we are pretty sure it is out of the price range we had in mind. On the way back to Kirksville we stopped on the square in Unionville to let Delilah walk around and to shoot some pictures. The square was a mix of older architecture with newer businesses. What is more, sporadically written on the sidewalk was was PC Midgets, which we later found to mean Putnam County Midgets (and I asked, "Why would you want your team to be called the Midgets?"). When we left town Josh spotted a sign that said "Midgets Fan." Delightful. Anyway, I took this picture while we were in Unionville (I would have liked to have taken more, but I was holding Delilah's leash and she has a tendency to jerk at it until she chokes herself, so I was a bit preoccupied):

We left Unionville and Delilah snuggled up on my lap and napped the whole ride home. The drive back to Kirksville was nice, it was had during the "magic hour," which was brought to my attention by Josh. He says photographers call the last hour of daylight the magic hour because the sun is low making the shadows long and the light very dramatic. Yesterday that hour gave everything a rosy tinge that enchanted me.
When we got home we snuggled back up on the mattress to watch Clerks, because we had rented the second one and I had yet to see the first. And we each divulged to each other that while we were on the road all we could think about was coming back home and burrowing into the mattress on the floor. It was nice.

We take vacations to the best places.

Saturday, despite a complete lack of motivation and a general zombie like persona, Josh and I ventured out to nowhere, with cameras in hand and a mere general idea of where we were going. Bob sang to us in the car (Dylan that is, in case you are totally inept). And we wandered around. We visited Cherry Box, which basically had a church and a cemetery, and I believe is largely a Mennonite community. We discovered this by stopping at the cemetery to take pictures, it has a monument declaring the cemetery the resting place of the "Mennonite Brethren," there was something that did not bode well in that cemetery, we didn't linger long. After Cherry Box we arrived in Leonard, and then Clarence. It has been decided that Leonard and Clarence were brothers. As is Elmer, but he was estranged, as in, while he is in the general vicinity of the two other brothers, he is a ways a way. We did not visit Elmer. Anyway. I honestly do not remember much about Leonard. But Clarence, well, let me tell you, Clarence is a diamond in the rough. It has a fantasy gas station. Like, seriously, it was all set up like an old gas station. There were old pumps, an old sign advertising gas at $0.36, and an old car with (get this) a dummy inside! Now, mind you, in my mental state that day, when we first pulled in across from that gas station I was confused, I was like, Is this real? Does Josh think this is real? Why is that man in that old car sitting so still? Is that man real??? Just how much did I smoke (kidding, well)? Wow, confused. Once we got out and wandered around things cleared up and it was utterly charming. There was a cemetery right by the gas station that we wandered through and in which my lighter decided to stop working, so I walked through the cemetery with an unlit cigarette in my hand, trying to calm my nicotine fit. I found the best headstone in the entire world though, so waiting on my cigarette was totally worth it. And now (!) pictures:

Union Covered Bridge.

We went here today.

Rednecking It.

My boyfriend, Joshua, has a cute little car. A cute little car, which, right after he moved to Kirksville got keyed, because, well, that's just how we do it here in the sticks. I mean you know something is wrong when the "Welcome to Kirksville" sign is in the lawn of a cemetery. Anyway, his cute little car was scarred and therefore had to be repainted. While it was in the shop Josh was lucky enough to be able to drive his dad's big Ford truck.
It is a nice big truck that you do not merely step into, but hoist yourself up to. I like this. Every time we would go out I would beg for him to drive me in the big truck. I'm not sure why this thrills me. But it does and I'm alright with that.
On Sunday we went to his parents for lunch and stayed the majority of the day. They live south of Kirksville, and a little over an hour away. Another reason for our visit was so Josh could do his laundry, which rode in the back on the way to Madison. On the way back though, it could not and therefore it sat in the cab with us, this pushed me to the middle of the seat, so I was sitting next to Josh (trying to keep my knees clear of the stick shift). The big truck has no CD player, and therefore we were listening to the radio.
All I have left to say is: It was dark, we were on a back road in a big truck, I was sitting in the middle of the truck seat, and Back in Black started playing on the radio.