Her name was Mrs. Methuselah and she was 127 years old -- she was our very first and very sweet landlord. She had that white hair that is a sometimes considered a crown of glory. She lived in a little white house with an apartment above her. Covered with a rippled metal roof, there was a flight of 21 long, slightly wobbled, wooden steps that ran along the outside of the house that led up to what Storm and I refer to as The Love Shack. Our humble abode was stationed about 150 feet from the train tracks. Every locomotive that thundered past for 5 years used to rattle the windows, the dishes, and our teeth while it shook the poop out of us at the same time. (At least we were "regular" back then. Maybe we should move back now that we're old. Although if we managed to make it up those stairs, we might not make it back down.)
Our rent contract was handwritten in slanted cursive writing as wobbly as those stairs by Mrs. Methuselah and it was taped to the inside of the crawl space door in the apartment. One of the few rules was "No live ins." Really? We can barely fit in here, who do you think is moving in with us? (Storms' sister for 6 weeks without an invitation is who. His parents called the night before from 3 states over to tell us she was coming to stay with us for 6 weeks.) More rules in the hand scripted writing -- "No wild parties." Oh shoot, we're wild, so this is a deal breaker. Not. The wildest party I ever had was my bachelorette party which took place in my childhood home with both my mother, who bought me a nice safe robe, and my mother-in-law in attendance. But, thank God she had the good sense to buy me my favorite perfume as my present instead of some skimpy nightie. I could just imagine putting that on and having Storm getting turned on as he is complimenting me on my little outfit and I would say, "Thanks, your mom got it for me." Total buzz kill. Storm's bachelor party wasn't much better, but at least he had a cake made of giant boobs and I know this because I ordered it. Speaking of boobs, whenever I would go downstairs to visit or give her the rent check, little Mrs. Methuselah almost always had some form of food on the front of her shirt...... a dab of mustard......mayo.... toast crumbs.... cute things like that which proved she was using her chest as her plate sometimes while she was watching television and I don't blame her one bit as I sometimes do the same. Also, she always used the term "Extry" instead of "Extra". Storm and I still say that to this day. "Is that gonna cost extry?
We made love in the car in the apartment's detached garage once. It was also the first time a very specific sexy word was said during sex. Neither of us had ever even said that word outside of sex. So when it was said ........ holy smokes........ we both exploded soon after. It helped that I had on panties that you know...... weren't really panties.... but I hate saying this particular word ....... so I will just say I may as well have not been wearing any panties at all. Got it? I whispered in Storm's ear halfway through the banquet dinner we were attending earlier that evening that I was wearing them and he took me out to the parking lot in the middle of dinner so he could see them! I just now told him that I am working our story for a post and I asked him, "Do you remember anything about the apartment we used to live in? " He responded immediately, "I remember knockin' boots in the driveway when you were wearing those crotch-less pantyhose. I remember that. Does that help?" And there you have it folks -- exactly what I was trying not to say, but since Storm said it, here it is from the HOH himself. And, yes, we were very young and still newlyweds, but we've never been a more-than-once-in-a-row type couple. (Maybe because it is so good the first time? <<grin>) Well......pffft..... 20 minutes later after the car and up to The Love Shack..... there we went again. Woot! Woot! Just like that train that just blazed by us.
Storm has just given me some suggestions to use instead of the word he used up there: "Easy access panties, the kind with a southern breeze, and panties with plenty of air conditioning down under....." This man really needs his own blog. (Whispers, "Go get him, Meredith!") I honestly think I might be earning about five swats for posting this, but it is too funny to pass up, and I'm willing to take one (or five) for the TTWD team.
"If you remember anything else about the apartment, let me know because I am working on a post." Storm, "Like having sex to Kenny G music.... does that count?" OH.MY.GOSH. Neither of us could keep a straight face if we tried that again today. No way, Jose. Gol, we were so vanilla (not that there is anything wrong with that) ........ until ....... The Love Shack is also where our first erotic spanking took place. Without any discussion that I can remember, I just handed the ping pong paddle to him and then I climbed back on top of him. And at one point, I may have whispered, "Harder." ....... Okay, I know I did.
The last interesting thing that Storm remembered was, "Scooping off a comatose opossum playing opossum at the top of those covered stairs." We mostly did not leave that little porch light on at night because of the bugs and mosquitoes that loved it up there and coveted our blood as we would be unlocking the door and trying to get in. So I stayed well clear of it all and waited at the bottom of the steps, yelling up every 30 seconds to make sure Storm was still alive and that he had not been eaten alive by a Yeti up there in the dark night.
Years after buying our first home, we'd drive by the white house with The Love Shack upstairs where Mrs. Methuselah no longer resides because she lives in The Big Upstairs in the Sky now........and Storm would say, "Yep, there's where the magic happened." Except now it happens here, too.
oh oh oh what a lovely sweet post! thank you for sharing your Love Shack memories with us!ReplyDelete
Hi there, Fondles! Aw, thank you!! I love sharing with you gals! Thanks so much for reading and letting me know you enjoyed it!Delete
Hi Windy, oh wow, I absolutely loved this! Thank you so much for sharing this with us. Made me giggle too :) what a wonderful story of a young couple in love, and even better that it's a true story :)ReplyDelete
Hi, Roz! Yay, you loved it and you giggled! Yes, we young lovebirds managed to do okay, I guess...especially because this was before I started reading romance at all. LOL! Although we were influenced by the movie Pretty Woman at some point! haha Thanks, Roz! Hugs!Delete
I am old enough to remember a song about a love shack...I did like it, but I love your version even better. And your man sure has a way with words...that is always a big plus for me...thanks for starting my day off with a smile...I loved that you shared this. hugs abbyReplyDelete
Abby, I am old enough right along with you ... "the whole shack shimmies"... Too funny! Thanks for sharing that! Storm is very funny and then romantic too with his words. Thank you for starting my day off with a smile, as well, Abby, as I love your comments and that you're sharing here with me(us) and I appreciate that you come here to read, think, and laugh. HUGS!Delete
Love reading about this. Sounds like you had a solid beginning and fun leaning on one another in a less than palatial home. What fond memories.ReplyDelete
We were so desperate to be together and sleep in the same bed, and grateful for an affordable place to stay. The apartment had its charm as well as the challenges. Yes, we did have a solid foundation even before marriage... friendship...that bloomed. Yay! Thanks, PK. Always lovely to read your comments!Delete
There is nothing quite like a wake up post from you when I settle in with my coffee knowing I will learn and be entertained. I think all of us here probably had great fun during those early years of marriage. We sure did and the joy now is that the joy is still right here because of ttwd. Our first home was a love shack as well.......... a beautiful fourth floor apartment with a sweeping view of the city. We would pinch ourselves at our good fortune at finding it. Now it is a very expensive condo! Those great times of loving, makeup sex after a silly argument and even a spanking or two back then. Sweet memories for sure. Thank you for taking us down memory lane. I sure enjoyed the journey.
Good morning, Meredith! I love hearing about how you like to read here during your special coffee time. Your love shack sounds lovely! Yes, we all do have great memories of getting started in our early marriages and living on love and little else at the time, don't we? I love that full circle thing of young love including the make up loving sex and spankings of some sort (or the longing for it that we ladies have had since we can remember) and how our we and our husbands/partners have matured later in life and all settled in with the ttwd now. It is special that so many of us here have that in common. Thanks for walking down memory lane with me(us)! Always pleased to hear you enjoyed yourself here. WindyDelete
Sure am enjoying my visits here to your blog. Love your writing style, for sure! We had an apartment very like the one you describe. Our landlady was not nearly as sweet as your Mrs. Methusela. She was bonafide crazy. Mrs. Medusa would be more accurate for her. But the price was right, and in those days that was a big deal.ReplyDelete
Hugs From Ella
Ella, I am laughing hard and I have a mouthful of food as I sit here and read what you just wrote. Oh goodness! Mrs. Medusa .... hahahahaha... the one in Greek mythology or the one in the Disney movie "Rescuers"? (They're both awful!) Yikes! Good thing you weren't loud spankers back then, huh? (unless you were and that's why she was annoyed? hehe) I enjoy having you read and comment here every time, Ella. Thank you so much for the fun today!!Delete
I love this post about your newlywed love shack! So sweet and funny and sexy. I love Storm's detailed descriptions of your intimate lingerie! Lol!! That ping pong paddle must have quite the history...is it still around?
Baker, Hi! I am happy to hear you enjoyed our story about our first home and the funny and sexy stuff that went on there! Storm enjoyed his own detailed descriptions as well! We were both laughing as I was trying to type what he had said. PPP come in sets of 4, so there is usually one around somewhere, specifically one in Storm's drawer. I'd have to look and see if we have the exact same one from 25 years ago.... but the one in the drawer is almost identical anyway. Thanks for reading and laughing with me(us)!Delete
Loved this story of your first little love nest, Windy! ... and wow! ... the triple P has been in the picture that long?! ... Storm's final comment was a perfect ending to the tale ... hugs! .. njReplyDelete
Hi, NJ! Oh, love nest is a good way to put it, too! Good one! LOL at Triple P. I suspect we replaced the original one about 12 years ago, but it practically identical. So maybe PPP1 and PPP2.... although we have 4 of them right now, so we're all set. Yes, love Storm and his magical comments! Thanks for the laughs, NJ! Glad you liked our story! Hugs back at ya!!Delete
Boy you sure took me back in time with this post. Eric and I haven't been married that long but my first husband and I used to ride his motorcycle all through town singing "The Love Shack is a little old place..." at the top of our lungs. Haha. Good times... but not as good as you were having!!ReplyDelete
Glad you got to reminisce a bit, Amy! And now the song is stuck in my head before I go to sleep! haha It is a fun song! Motorcycle, huh? Wow! Yeah we had some good lovin' up there in the love shack! Good to see you! Thanks for singing along! :)Delete
Awe!! LOVED this post! I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head all day long. :) Now you have me contemplating our own love shacks in the various homes we've lived in --- some shacks were smaller than others. Sometimes the magic happened anywhere we could find room - even if there was no room at all! LOL Thanks for sending me this post Windy. Made my day...... "Love shack, Baby love shack." :)ReplyDelete
It's been a couple of months since I revisited this post myself so now you have the song stuck in my head, too! LOL! I enjoyed learning that you had some love shacks, too, and you and Matt took the magic with you wherever you went. Thanks for letting me know how much you enjoyed this post. Hugs, WindyDelete