Holmquist 287

Tomorrow morning when Joe drives off to Men's Bible Study he will be taking a little piece of our history with him. A small white particle board drawer thing from college. More specifically his dorm room. And a dresser, also cheap particle board, given to newlywed us as a hand-me-down. I am a sentimental sap, can you tell?! Up until recently we were still using these furniture pieces in our home. We no longer need them, but someone in our congregation does. So we are gladly gifting them to him. Happy they can be put to good use. However I must commemorate them (and what they represent to me) first. 

This was Joe's dorm room:

Oh my! This picture has too many funny things going on I can't possibly mention all of them. The computer! It was brand new. Purchased just for college. The love seat under the loft...Joe snuck that in from the common lounge area. Wasn't much, but it sure beat the camping chair that had been there. See that fancy N64 gaming system? I bought that for him as a high school graduation present. Coolest girlfriend ever! (We still own it too. Clearly a wise investment.) My mom made him that quilt. And the gray towel? We still use them regularly. In fact they are some of my favorites because they hide everything grubby little hands wipe on them! Oh and somewhere in that mess is the white drawer thing. I am sure of it. 

Holmquist 287. Joe and his roommate Brian lived there for 2 years. It was good to them. But it was even better to me. Because that is where Joe proposed to me. Romantic, eh?

Every little girl's dream to receive a marriage proposal while hanging out in her boyfriend's dorm room eating crackers and watching TLC! Amiright?!

Yep, Britney Spears was there too. Pure class I tell ya. 

In Joe's defense, he had better plans. A romantic scavenger hunt of sorts. But we had time constraints (both of us were heading out of town that day with our respective families) AND mostly I was crabby and uncooperative. He DID get down on one knee AND he had a beautiful speech prepared. Which I kinda ruined by interrupting. I blurted out, "Oh you are going to do it now, aren't you?" before he had a chance to properly pop the question. Oops. 

[Side note: before I went to Joe's dorm that fateful August afternoon I had contemplated changing into something nicer. I didn't. I was too hot and crabby. And I still regret that decision to this day.]

And then I went with my parents to Montana for the weekend. Because it was Labor Day Weekend and that is what I had done every Labor Day weekend since I was 3 months old! That year I won Billy Bass (the singing fish) and wore a candy crown. And apparently jean overalls were all the rage...