Thursday, July 26, 2012


we're on another vacation this week at Snowbird with the White family.
it's so nice to not wear make-up 
and hike around in nature all day
and watch "Sherlock" seasons 1 and 2
and read books for fun
and cuddle with Phil
and swim
and ride ski lifts in the summer shine
and watch Jeopardy in the evening
and start a half marathon training schedule at a new elevation. (this may or may not be aggravating my new fun habit of having near fainting/complete fainting spells.)
and eat chocolate covered raisins
and not have to work 
and not feel too many cares

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

excerpt from a letter: why we fall off the earth

I wrote a long letter to a good friend today, and I thought that it did a pretty good summation of things that have been going on around here lately and some thoughts I've had on my new experiences in married life. Here's a few excepts:

"I am so glad to hear from you and very sorry that we have become like so many of those other married couples that we detest who seem to fall clear off the planet after getting married. Well, here are a few reasons why: All we have done the past two weeks is organize organize organize! Before, when I moved from apartment to apartment I had it down like clockwork such that I had my room finished and organized within 2 hours and then I was set. Not so when you are married. It is like unto this little equation: a house and two people moving in with everything they own + thousands of presents that are unopened + new furniture that has to be completely assembled +  all the wrapping paper/tissue paper/cardboard/styrofoam that fills up literally an ENTIRE dumpster + needing to eat every few hours and go out together and go to work and make returns to Target, BedBathBeyond (which we now dub" BBB"), WalMart and other random places for the crazy items you get doubles off (2 hand mixers? 4 waffle irons? 2 toasters? 2 huge stainless steel pots that hold like 18 quarts? but, wait, what? there's no toilet paper or conditioner in the house? good thing we are kitty corner to Smith's) + sleeping time because you are so darn tired and stay up and get grumpy at 2 in the morning because said furniture does not want to be assembled + waking up at 7 to go to work again and needing daily naps = falling off the planet. Haha, I'm not complaining (though this does look awfully like a rant). It's actually a bit funny all the stuff we are doing and a bit adventurous. And, can I just say how nice it is to curl up together after a long day? It is nice. Anyway, this is why we've disappeared and I am sorry that I haven't found time to write you a proper letter until now.

Anyway, despite my apparent stress things have been SO good! It's rained a bit so our apartment has cooled off, though on our first Sunday here I may or may not have had a small tantrum getting ready for church. It was so HOT and I was so SWEATY. I think Phil was like, "where did THIS Laurel come from??" He is so good and kind to me, and we thankfully have a little AC unit in our room that I can escape in front of if it gets too bad. Besides that our house is getting nicely furnished. I can't wait to show it to you when you get back from France. It is turning out to be pretty cute. Okay, by the way, I think it is SO weird how one second I don't even have a fleeting thought about bookshelves or dining table units and then the next thing, BAM, I am drooling over them at Target and searching out the best deals for TV stands with my Mom at KMart. Weirdo me.

Umm, what else? Oh, hi, the honeymoon was great. The drive was fun (and long) but we had some fun memories. This one night we went out to dinner at a pretty nice taco place and this old man (wearing those infamous old man shorts in khaki color that show a liiiiiittle too much thigh) kept looking at us. When we both caught his eye he stated (it wasn't even a question), "You're on your honeymoon." We laughed and said yes. He asked where we were from and I said that we had meet at school in Utah. He said, "BYU??" and we laughed and said yes. "Two for two," he said and then countered it with a booming "Are you voting for Romney?!?" We laughed (we kept doing that obviously) and said that we weren't sure yet. "WE ARE!" he nearly yelled and then laughed. After that we kept eating and on his way out with his Gucci sprting, wears-her-designer-glasses-inside wife he spoke a little with the waitress. Ten minutes later we finished and when the waitress came by she said that the man had paid for our entire meal. SO NICE! Phil and I nearly teared up for how kind that was and that the man didn't even stick around to see the pleasure on our faces. We decided then and there to be like that man and his wife (although I doubt I'd ever buy anything Gucci) and pay kindness to strangers no matter how poor or rich we are.

Anyway, this is all to tell you that we are doing well."

Sunday, July 15, 2012

we're hitched

So, here we are now. Every now and then, Phil and I turn to each other and say "We're married!" and then laugh in a fake maniacal fashion as though we have duped the other. I just feel pretty lucky to be married to the boy that I once dubbed as "Swedish boy."

We've been sealed, the honeymoon has come and gone, and "real life" (whatever that means) is back in full swing. Of course, the honeymoon feeling isn't gone yet as Phil and I fix up our apartment covered in books, presents, boxes, and  a LOT of styrofoam (everything is packaged in it!). It's just the we-get-to-spend-every-minute-of-the-day-with-each-other-oozing-love-and-adoration-in-a-vacation-spot-and-not-have-to-worry-about-work-or-school-or-anything part of the honeymoon that went with returning home last Saturday right before our Provo open house/reception.

Let's backtrack a little:
Phil and I were married in the LA Temple on June 30th. The day went so well, with only the minor bumps that always seem to wiggle themselves into a "perfectly" planned event. Those only made the day more "real" and definitely more memorable, that's for sure. My friend, Mindy wrote more about the day here on her blog. Anyway, I had come home the two weeks before and we worked like slaving scamps in order to get the house ready, inside and out, for the reception the night of the wedding. Let's just say that the wheelbarrow hasn't seen that much action in years as we hauled gravel, rock, woodchips, flowers, soil and other goodies all over the yard. In the end, everything looked great, and what really mattered is that Phil and I were married and sealed for time and all eternity, meaning forever! We are so happy!

The honeymoon was also a whirlwind of fun and we just enjoyed every part of it, sleeping in until 10/11am and waking up next to each other (instead of having to get home for curfew - thanks BYU), the funny incidents with crazies on the BART in San Francisco, running into a French couple that ended up extending us free stay and meals at there home in Paris when we return to France next year, having people upgrade our hotel rooms, pay for our meals unexpectedly, and then driving 13 hours back to Provo through Nowheresville, Nevada stopping at diners and almost running out of gas. All I know is that I have never seen a car go 45 miles on the gas light until this experience. We prayed quite a bit during that stretch of desert!

Now we are in our new apartment/duplex. I have never seen such disorganization and our rooms are still full of boxes, but we are slowly getting furniture up and things put away. When we arrived we had pans, a crock pot, knives, and expensive gadgets, but we didn't even have toilet paper or trash cans. It was a funny juxtaposition, but it's been an adventure going out shopping together and spending lots of the greenbacks on things to make this house a home. In the end, just being with Phil, no matter where we are or what we have will be my home.