A tour. Part I

     I’m getting married in three months. To the day. I keep hoping if I repeat the phrase ‘I am getting married’ on my blog and in general conversation, I will start to believe it. It’s not working…still has not sunk in. I might look awful confused on the altar in June! Why am I wearing a white dress and what is happening here?! In denial or not, I’ll be elated to be standing there with my Renaissance Man. And maybe he will be able to answer my questions. Just kidding friends, I cannot WAIT for June :)

     Not to make the same mistake I made in my ‘Beach’elorette Pad, and because nostalgia is my BFF, I decided to document my room here. I’m the sort of weird girl that likes to sit around looking at old pictures and I know I’ll kick myself later if I didn’t take pictures of things that were important to me. And seeing as how I lived in this house for almost three years, I figure it is sorta important. {to me. This may just be plain creepy and/or boring to you. Sorry.}

   So without further ado, come on in!

This picture is blurry. I don’t know why. Actually, it is because sometimes I don’t check the settings on my camera. I’m impulsive. I always wanted a room with two beds. It would be great for sleepovers! But none of my friends want to sleep over. Probably because I would make them have the little bed. I’m feeling a little ashamed of my twin bed..but that bed is a big deal. I was a teeny, tiny, scawny little girl and I slept in a toddler bed until my twelve birthday. I know, I know..child abuse. I guess my parents figured I could fit in one, so why waste their money on a roomier bed for a middle child. {I need therapy} In any event, I got the bed in this picture {the one on the right} for my twelve birthday, and you would have thought I won the lottery.

I’m calling this the Marcus & Mary corner. Mainly because Marcus made me these things and I love Mary. I like knowing the barometric temperature in my room every day. Those things are just important to me.  Oh! And Isaac got me the Sacred Heart plaque for Christmas. Thanks Isaac! Say nice things about me in the wedding toast!! :)

Here is a close-up of the little {r} bed. Marcus got me that sweet picnic basket for my birthday last year. Marcus also framed the Madonna and child picture hanging above the bed. And that pretty leaf decoration {from my older sister} reads the fruits of the Holy Spirit. I need the reminder people.

Head on over to an up close & personal look at my nightstand. Here we have bride books. See above mention about trying to convince myself a wedding will actually occur. On the right is a beautiful lamp my mom got for me in Maggie Valley North Carolina. My sister has a matching one in blue, because we are cute like that. Except her lamp now lives with her and her husband and adorable twins

Here are some good books. I especially recommend The Diary of St. Faustina! Thanks Heather :)

This is Marcus and I right after we started dating :) We must have been too new for him to put his arm around me. You can’t see it in this picture, but I know he was rocking his earrings in these days. Cleary he was very cool, and I’ve always been way out of his league.

This is one of three jewelry boxes from my grandma. Nanny is an awesome gift-giver and an even more awesome grandmother.

Marcus got this sign for me when he went to Amish Country. I love it and it hangs over my bed :)

Now that beautiful chest at the foot of my bed, IT has a story. It is made with the finest quality oak, painted my great-great uncle, handed down through the generations. Actually, I got it at Big Lots for a couple of dollars. But it was the first piece of furniture I bought for my bachelorette pad. Equally as nostalgic, right? And while I wish I could tell you it was filled with beautiful linens and baby clothes I hand stitched for my future family, it would be more truthful to say that my college diploma is stuffed in there. And on the right, I’ve used an old CD shelf to store stuffs. Because who has CDs anymore? I am realizing now that this little spot is cords central. And it looks tacky. I’m going to look away now.

Did you not believe me about the bunny pajamas?

And at that note, I think I have bored you enough for one Thursday. I actually bored myself. I bored myself in to convincing myself to go clean something.

Love,
A nostalgic-room documenting-middle child therapy needing-twin bed sleeping-bunny pajama wearing bride to be.

Lessons in Cooking for Two

     As evidenced in an earlier post, I am getting very domestic around these parts. And by domestic I mean sometimes I watch Marcus cook. A couple weeks ago, after an exhausting day of bridal registry indecisiveness, we decided to make a pasta salad. We picked up lots of delicious, crispy vegetables and some polish kielbasa and we were all set. Marcus did all the chopping because he doesn’t trust me with a knife loves using knives. I decided to be self-starter and {without any prompting or step by step directions} I began to boil the pasta. Feeling quite proud of myself, I began to hum and enjoy myself in the kitchen. Well, until Marcus turned around, got all up in my business, and asked you cooked ALLL that pasta?!

Rude! Yes, I cooked ALL that pasta. {please note that objects in photograph are much greater quantity than they appear} I cooked two boxes. Marcus eats a lot and I am used to seeing my mom prepare food in massive amounts for my family. I thought I was on the right track. Knowing better than to traumatize and break my cooking spirit forever, Marcus simply shrugged and said I’ll just chop more veggies. Good man.

 

YUM!!!!

All the ingredients on the table…..

We would need a B-I-G bowl..

Our kitchen assistant, Jillian, mixes in the sausage.

Marcus made some homemade Italian dressing

I mixed it all together

And it was all good.

We ate pasta salad for days

But Marcus can sleep easy at night knowing that I will be able to cook for a family of 15.

Love,

LotsaPasta Laura

Decisions, Decisions

A couple of weeks ago, Marcus was working hard. Gazing intently into the computer and taking notes, while doing calculations and writing emails. He heaved great sighs and seemed weighted by the task in front of him.

Choosing a coffee pot.

People, bridal registry ain’t for the faint of heart.  The repercussions of our decisions could haunt us for years. Faulty timers, bad coffee, difficult to clean pieces….this is serious.

And when it comes to serious stuff, I simply distract myself my by taking pictures of his whiskers, and leave decision making to him.


And if you love us, you’ll kindly recommend a coffee pot for us.
Love,
A fiancé