because you need to know

Hi there! I’m Laura and this is my home away from the real world. Pull up a chair, hang out a while.

I’m 24 years old and I live in the First State – very often confused as “some city in Pennsylvania”. Right now, my husband and I are living with my parents while we scour the Internet looking for our first home, that we have to move into by October 30.  No pressure. We were married on September 2, 2006 amid one of the nastiest hurricanes of that summer. This is why whenever I’m in a 5 mile radius of someone telling a bride that “rain on your wedding day is good luck”, I usually have an out of body experience that ends in their injury, and my being detained. Generally though, I’m pretty level headed.

I was born and raised in Delaware, and truly, had no intentions of ever leaving. (I didn’t really have a choice in that matter, as my husband recently found a job in Maryland, and now we have to move there) My husband however, can just about call anywhere home. We’re a little different. He’s yin, I’m yang, he’s black (in the figurative sense) I’m white, he’s cold, I’m hot. It is by the grace of God that we have the relationship that we have. He helps us to make it work. My husband is the only reason why we have any money, and although at times I’d like to just take the money in our savings account and buy myself a Louis Vuitton, or something equally as irresponsible, I’m sure that what he says is true, and we can’t actually live in it no matter how obnoxiously large it may be for a purse.

I have a great relationship with my family (hence, how I was able to move back in with them after having already left the nest once) and I also tend to be a little protective of them as well. I like to interpret that as – mess with them, you die. It’s a very simple philosophy to comprehend.

I have been self-diagnosed as a split personality. I LOVE winter and summer. I LOVE the city and the country. I LOVE the beach and the mountains. I enjoy scrapbooking and football, rock and bluegrass, braiding hair and drinking beer from the can. Instead of overcoming these differences in myself, I just live with them. I’m exhausted.

There are some things, however, with which I am consistent. I love shoes (no matter how uncomfortable) purses, shopping, walking in historic towns, going to the Melting Pot, children (most of them anyway, there are exceptions) Brian Regan, It’s a Wonderful Life, Christmas, Christmas music, pictures of scenery, breakfast, seafood, FOOD, snow, the 1940’s, Ronald Reagan, my husband – home with me.

I don’t enjoy people who nag, the fact that I have to travel 20 miles to get to Trader Joes and Target, people who don’t use their turn signals, crotch rockets, the Delaware helmet law, Nancy Pelosi, the 1980’s, bad internet connections, people with little knowledge of the American government and how it works, customer service in India, borrowing without asking, strawberry seeds stuck in my teeth, false advertising, gaining weight, working out (I realize that a lack of this will cause the previously mentioned dislike), improper pronunciation of the word “often”. (the t is SILENT, people!), and my husband being away from me.