9:33 PM Marcie Parson 1 Comments

It is always an interesting feeling to return to a place where you grew and changed as a person, an almost unexplainable nostalgia coupled with serenity. I feel that way when I go to many places, but especially Herndon. I swear driving through those streets is just magical.

Last weekend I flew home to be pampered by some of the wonderful women who helped raise me. They threw me a Pampered Chef bridal shower, which is actually pretty darn comical because I don't really cook, but also very necessary because now I'm super motivated to be a cute domestic wife. Cooking sounds way more appealing when you have fun cookware and kitchen tools, right? Check back with me in a few years...

But the trip was fantastic. There are few things that bring me as much joy as being with the people I love, so spending the weekend with my sisters and incredible ladies so dear to my heart was perfect. Not to mention I came at the prime time of year: right at the peak of the leaves changing.

So grateful for all of the wonderful people in my life. Only seven more days as a Prince girl! But let's be honest, once a Prince girl, always a Prince girl.


prenuptial agreements

1:00 AM Marcie Parson 2 Comments

We have one. It started when we were dating because Craig said he wanted a dog and we should stop dating right then and there if I wouldn't let him get one. The best I could come up with was, "I'll think about it." and I will think about it all right. For a very loooooooong time.

But the "prenuptial agreement" was born and we have added to it ever since. The list is filled with hilarious, yet terribly "serious" items such as unlimited sports watching, cuddling every day, and no long facial hair - except the one mustache he may grow to get it out of his system. But probably the most important demand of all is that Craig will not marry me unless I read at least the first of the Harry Potter series.

Almost every night for the entirety of our engagement Craig has mentioned it. Usually it is in the form of him peering around the corner, seeing that I am doing anything BUT reading Harry Potter, giving me the "you're in so much trouble" look, and muttering something threatening about not being able to marry me.

Craig gave me the book a long time ago, and I'd never gotten around to reading it. I've never had anything against Harry Potter, rather I just hadn't really been dying to read it. Fantasy generally is not my thing. I'm not a huge fan of orcs, zombies, aliens or anything of that sort. I had seen part of one of the Harry Potter movies and wasn't enamored - but then again, I had no idea what was going on since I had never read any of the books.

Don't ask me how it has taken me until I am 22 years old to read it. I recognize that I grew up in the HP generation, but I somehow missed the boat and never cared to read them - see fantasy comment above. But yesterday I found myself with nearly 7 hours of travel time to Virginia, and I brought Harry along with me.

Hi, I'm Marcie. and I just finished Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone for the first time.

I didn't love it. But I liked it.
And I'm planning on cracking open the second book on my flight home.
And according to our totally legitimate prenuptial agreement, I guess that means we can get married now!

Only 14 more days!