Friday, December 14, 2012

My Man

I am so incredibly blessed to be marrying such a wonderful man (in less than 2 days!) So many little things today have reminded me of how incredible he is. And oh, how I love to brag about him. So here is my very short (it's too late to write a long list tonight, although I'd love to) list of things I love about my Kam.

  1. He likes to be a gentleman and open the door for me in the car (even though our new car has keyless entry! Ah! New car!).
  2. He likes to make me laugh.
  3. He leads with the power of the Priesthood.
  4. He thinks I'm cute when I make weird noises.
  5. He's willing to make changes for me, like changing his habits on Sundays so we can spend more time together enjoying the Sabbath.
  6. He remembers little things about me, like that I'm afraid of post offices.
  7. He's very patient when he knows I need help, and even puts up with my pride.
  8. He happily respects my requests without complaining or questioning (like driving me to Walgreen's at 8 am in morning).
  9. He challenges me to become a better person with love, and without putting me down.
  10. He's proud to call me his wife (even though I'm technically not yet).
And for now, ten is a good enough small number, because I must go to bed.

I hope no one minds all my bragging. I mean, of course you really should be jealous. But maybe I shouldn't be rubbing it in so much... ;)

Monday, December 10, 2012

Freakin' Out

Before I was getting married, my beautiful roommate, Chelsea, was getting married. And I remember seeing her really upset one day about 3 or 4 days before her wedding. And I thought, Oh, crap. What's wrong?! And I figured it had to be a big deal, because usually, she was so freaking happy!

Nope. (Chuck Testa)

It was all fine and she married the wonderful Brett Hurst and they are currently in the process of living happily ever after.

But on that one day when Chelsea seemed pretty upset, I was really concerned. So I mentioned it to my friend, Lauren, while we were at work. And she kind of laughed at me and said girls always cry the week before they get married. For no reason. They're just freaking out, so they cry a lot.

She was right.

I sure don't like feeling like a bridezilla, or an overly emotional package of hormones, but Lauren made it sound like a rite of passage into matrimony, so in that case...

I did it, you guys! I'm officially a freaked out bride. Whoohoo!!!

Man, wouldn't it be great if we always had an excuse to celebrate crying?
(I guess depending on how you look at it, we women might get that about 12 times each year.)

Over and out.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

We Can Live!!!

So this may sound like a very boring blog post to you, but it's super exciting to me. Because that box you see coming up a little later on in this post is actually a picture of what it looks like to not be living in a box all winter!

That's right. We have an apartment. And although it is in Wymount, I'm pretty convinced it's perfect. Despite the cinder block walls.

Just a few of the many wonders of a Wymount apartment:
  • Cozy (read "small")
  • Affordable (read "ok that it's small")
  • Close to campus
  • Plenty of storage space
  • Beautifully kept grounds
  • Very clean
  • Becomes available on the very day we can move in!
  • Month to month contract
  • Nice balconies
  • Furniture rental
  • On the ground floor
  • Gas stoves
  • BYU employed maintenance (I've had relatively good experiences with them)
And... Yeah. That's pretty good. (For Kam's benefit: "It's actually a really good little house.")

One of the most curious benefits of this apartment is the storage room attached to the bedroom. I guess that's really all it was made for, because I don't know how else they would have justified that space.

I feel like it's a little creepy to post a full floor map on here.
Not sure why. You could always just look it up on the
Wymount website if you're really curious.

I mean, storage space is great. And probably necessary. But when there are already two and a half other closets in your one bedroom apartment, you tend to get a little more creative with the "storage space."

So, just picture us. Mapping out our little floor plan and imagining in our furniture. And we're having a pretty good time. It's an exciting thing to have a tiny little house! I mean, of course I wanted everything to look all nice and follow all those unwritten rules of decorating ( far as I know, which is very little!), and Kam is being all practical about where outlets are, and how many feet across is the counter top, and getting in the way of all my imagination!

Which is probably pretty good. Since this apartment is real and not imaginary. But it feels pretty imaginary right now.

So yeah. Despite my tendencies to overimagine (I made that word up), we were having a good time.

But when it came to the storage space, we both got pretty imaginative! "Four feet by nine feet! That's huge!" Ok. We never said that. But we did toss around the idea of an office. Actually, this is kind of what the conversation sounded like.

Kam: Hmm, we could use that for something.
Chloe: Yeah, like an office.
Kam: Or a man cave.
Chloe: That's like the same thing.
Kam: No, it's not.

I decided not to say anything after that. If those are not the same thing, I'm slightly concerned about what the difference is. Anyway, I think someone knocked on the door and distracted us then. Which is ok, because we agreed on where to put the TV and the couch, and that's a lot of work when you're playing house with real... imaginary... pieces.