*Disclaimer this post has nothing to do with my current life*
I remembered something yesterday that I haven't thought about in years and it made me think, "What was I thinking???"
When I was a little kid, my best friend lived about a mile away. I used to walk to her house all the time.
One winter day I was walking to her house. I was walking up the hill on Eastdell and I thought, "I wonder if anyone would stop if I just laid here on the ground." So I laid down. Guys, I'm like 8 years old, it's winter, middle of the day and I laid down on the sidewalk on a relatively busy street. If you were to see that what you would do? I, as an adult, would FREAK OUT!!! I just laid there... on the sidewalk, and after a couple of minutes, OF COURSE a car pulls over and a man opens his door. I got scared (duh) and popped right up and just kept walking up the hill as though nothing happened.
I didn't talk to the man, didn't even look at him, and from what I can remember he didn't say anything to me either.
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
I think about that now and I just laugh at how silly it is and what he must have been thinking.
So there you go, I am, and always have been, a weirdo.
(Side note, thank heaven nothing happened to me, in the world today the idea of an 8 year old little girl being alone is abhorrant.)
Friday, February 21, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Wedding Dress Shopping
5 years ago my parents were about to move to Malaysia for three years. I was devastated with the thought of, "What if I get married while they are gone. Of course they will come home for my wedding, but they will barely know the guy, and who is going to take me wedding dress shopping?" It was literally my biggest fear at the time. 2 years ago they moved home and a year after that I was all, "Welcome home, I'm peace'in out to Arizona." 7 months later I met the man I am now going to marry.
My mom has met him twice my dad once. The fear that I had when they moved away was realized in the past month.
Here is the thing. I didn't take into account in-laws.
The first time I went wedding dress shopping, Matt's sister-in-law Aubri came with me. She watched me try on some dresses and helped me pick my favorite one.
I ended up having to order a different one and it arrived last week. I texted Aubri on Sunday and asked if she wanted to come with me again to try it on. She graciously agreed and told me Matt's sister Heather wanted to come as well.
I met them at noon yesterday, while we waited for them to find my dress they both started looking at other dresses and picking some out for me to try on "just for fun". Matt and I are both the youngest in our families and in both of our families it has been 8-10 years since there was a wedding. They were so excited to dress me up. Heather asked me if I would be willing to try one on if she found one. I thought, "When am I ever going to get to do this again, of course I will."
She found me a dress and I went into the dressing room to try it on. When I came out, she had about 4 more, and Aubri had found some too. The complicated part was they brought out dresses I didn't see before and I had a heck of a time deciding if I wanted to switch or not. We spent about 2 hours with me trying on dresses and veils and head pieces. It was so fun!
I won't go into detail, but I just want to say, mainly for my mom and my sister, these girls made that day so special. Though nothing could replace doing that with my mom and my sister, I still had family there. They made me feel so beautiful and, well, bridal. They went above and beyond.
I don't know if I can ever fully express to them how much that meant to me.
I am marrying into such an amazing family and I could not be happier about that. I have told Matt and other several times, if I can't be close to my family I am so lucky to be close to them.
I'm still a little heartbroken at the stuff I have to do long distance with my family, but my future in-laws are sure making it easier on me.
Here's a little teaser.
My mom has met him twice my dad once. The fear that I had when they moved away was realized in the past month.
Here is the thing. I didn't take into account in-laws.
The first time I went wedding dress shopping, Matt's sister-in-law Aubri came with me. She watched me try on some dresses and helped me pick my favorite one.
I ended up having to order a different one and it arrived last week. I texted Aubri on Sunday and asked if she wanted to come with me again to try it on. She graciously agreed and told me Matt's sister Heather wanted to come as well.
I met them at noon yesterday, while we waited for them to find my dress they both started looking at other dresses and picking some out for me to try on "just for fun". Matt and I are both the youngest in our families and in both of our families it has been 8-10 years since there was a wedding. They were so excited to dress me up. Heather asked me if I would be willing to try one on if she found one. I thought, "When am I ever going to get to do this again, of course I will."
She found me a dress and I went into the dressing room to try it on. When I came out, she had about 4 more, and Aubri had found some too. The complicated part was they brought out dresses I didn't see before and I had a heck of a time deciding if I wanted to switch or not. We spent about 2 hours with me trying on dresses and veils and head pieces. It was so fun!
I won't go into detail, but I just want to say, mainly for my mom and my sister, these girls made that day so special. Though nothing could replace doing that with my mom and my sister, I still had family there. They made me feel so beautiful and, well, bridal. They went above and beyond.
I don't know if I can ever fully express to them how much that meant to me.
I am marrying into such an amazing family and I could not be happier about that. I have told Matt and other several times, if I can't be close to my family I am so lucky to be close to them.
I'm still a little heartbroken at the stuff I have to do long distance with my family, but my future in-laws are sure making it easier on me.
Here's a little teaser.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Being in love is less funny than dating.
So, when I started this blog it was mainly to show people how ridiculous my dating life was. The crazy situations I've been in, and the stories I have to tell. It was hilarious and I loved sharing that. Now I'm all in love and getting married and, it turns out, that is way less funny.
So now I have a blog of telling you how awesome my life is, how amazing my fiancé is, and how lucky I am :)
This weekend was so wonderful. This was literally the first time in my life that I have had a Valentine, and to have that Valentine be my fiancé was so much fun. I was so looking forward to this weekend with him.
Friday night I got home from work and there was a bouquet of flowers (gorgeous roses and lilies) with a card and a little jewelry box which held some beautiful earrings. I felt so spoiled. Matt is doing a good job of blinging me out. I had told him that I needed time after work to get some things ready so he wasn't at the apartment when I got home, just dropped the stuff off for me to find.He came over around 6:30 and I gave him his present, a little box with goldfish crackers (his favorite) and Ghirardelli chocolates (dark chocolate and caramel with sea salt [my favorite ;)]) and a card. Inside the card I had 5 cards, each with one word. "You", "Me", "Sunday", "9:00am" and then the last one had two stick figures hanging from parachutes. I was taking him skydiving! I found a groupon for two and that was the only time this weekend that we could go. It was so fun watching him read the cards one by one, and then get to that one and just gasp and smile huge and say, "Are you serious???" he was pretty nervous, I could tell, but he was also very excited.
Then we drove to Fountain Hills for dinner. We had 8:30 reservations, but he wanted to make a stop at 8. He drove me to the main park in Fountain Hills where they have this big pond with a fountain in the middle. It goes off every hour on the hour for about 15 minutes. We got there about ten minutes early and just walked around in the dark for a little bit. at 8:00 the fountain started and it was so beautiful, right as I was saying, "It's so HIGH!" It shot up and doubled in size. It was so majestic to watch, like watching fire or waves. We just sat there, holding each other and watching the fountain. Super romantic. I loved that you'd look around and there were all these couples having their own romantic night.
When the fountain stopped we went to this really nice Italian Restaurant Sapori D'italia, which was featured on Food Network's "Restaurant Impossible" they did good work because it was delicious and the ambiance was perfect. While at dinner we talked about why we loved each other so much, and about how we got to where we are. It was so romantic and perfect. Then we just came back to my apartment and watched a movie. It was such a great night and I just felt so lucky all night to be the girl sitting in my chair.
Saturday we caught an early movie, Monuments Men, walked around the mall for a while, went to dinner and then met up with some of our friends, Ben and Breann made cookies and chatted.
Sunday I picked Matt up at about 8 am to go skydiving. Here is the thing, I have been twice. The idea of me going doesn't freak me out at all. I wasn't in the least bit nervous about me jumping, but I was TERRIFIED about Matt going. I kept thinking of the worst possible scenarios, him dying, him being paralyzed and knowing forever that it was my idea. I even said to him a couple of times, "If you don't want to I can return it for a full refund" but he wanted to, so I sucked it up, but my gosh I was terrified.
We got to Skydive Phoenix and watched our little video, got suited up and went on our way. While we were ascending our instructors had GoPro's and would interview us throughout, anytime they'd ask Matt how he felt, he'd hesitate a bit and say, "I'm good!" but I knew he was preeeeettttty nervous. I wanted him to jump first so I could see him go, so he went ahead of me and just had the biggest smile on his face. He jumped and then I jumped. Being that it was my third time I was able to take a lot more in, I swear the first time is a total blur, the second time wasn't much different, but this time was AMAZING. The freefall was freezing but once he pulled the shoot I was giggling like a fool. The view was awesome and it was just so much fun. I looked over and saw Matt floating, it was such a relief to at least see that his shoot didn't malfunction. We were a little bit lower so we landed first, but I was glad because that meant I got to watch him jump and land. He came down and was just smiling from ear to ear. Landed safely (phew!) and came and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Said it was the best Valentine's gift ever! I was pretty proud. I'm glad we went, but he is never allowed to do that again. I can't handle that kind of anxiety!
That evening we met some friends in the desert, had a fire and grilled some meat. Threw a ball and a Frisbee around and just hung out. It was the perfect end to our weekend.
I can say without doubt that this was the best Valentine's Day I have ever experienced, and am looking forward to improving on them each year. I love love, even if it is less funny ;)
My Valentine's Day Loot
The Earrings close up
Our skydiving prizes. We got video and pictures but they have to mail them to us.
So now I have a blog of telling you how awesome my life is, how amazing my fiancé is, and how lucky I am :)
This weekend was so wonderful. This was literally the first time in my life that I have had a Valentine, and to have that Valentine be my fiancé was so much fun. I was so looking forward to this weekend with him.
Friday night I got home from work and there was a bouquet of flowers (gorgeous roses and lilies) with a card and a little jewelry box which held some beautiful earrings. I felt so spoiled. Matt is doing a good job of blinging me out. I had told him that I needed time after work to get some things ready so he wasn't at the apartment when I got home, just dropped the stuff off for me to find.He came over around 6:30 and I gave him his present, a little box with goldfish crackers (his favorite) and Ghirardelli chocolates (dark chocolate and caramel with sea salt [my favorite ;)]) and a card. Inside the card I had 5 cards, each with one word. "You", "Me", "Sunday", "9:00am" and then the last one had two stick figures hanging from parachutes. I was taking him skydiving! I found a groupon for two and that was the only time this weekend that we could go. It was so fun watching him read the cards one by one, and then get to that one and just gasp and smile huge and say, "Are you serious???" he was pretty nervous, I could tell, but he was also very excited.
Then we drove to Fountain Hills for dinner. We had 8:30 reservations, but he wanted to make a stop at 8. He drove me to the main park in Fountain Hills where they have this big pond with a fountain in the middle. It goes off every hour on the hour for about 15 minutes. We got there about ten minutes early and just walked around in the dark for a little bit. at 8:00 the fountain started and it was so beautiful, right as I was saying, "It's so HIGH!" It shot up and doubled in size. It was so majestic to watch, like watching fire or waves. We just sat there, holding each other and watching the fountain. Super romantic. I loved that you'd look around and there were all these couples having their own romantic night.
When the fountain stopped we went to this really nice Italian Restaurant Sapori D'italia, which was featured on Food Network's "Restaurant Impossible" they did good work because it was delicious and the ambiance was perfect. While at dinner we talked about why we loved each other so much, and about how we got to where we are. It was so romantic and perfect. Then we just came back to my apartment and watched a movie. It was such a great night and I just felt so lucky all night to be the girl sitting in my chair.
Saturday we caught an early movie, Monuments Men, walked around the mall for a while, went to dinner and then met up with some of our friends, Ben and Breann made cookies and chatted.
Sunday I picked Matt up at about 8 am to go skydiving. Here is the thing, I have been twice. The idea of me going doesn't freak me out at all. I wasn't in the least bit nervous about me jumping, but I was TERRIFIED about Matt going. I kept thinking of the worst possible scenarios, him dying, him being paralyzed and knowing forever that it was my idea. I even said to him a couple of times, "If you don't want to I can return it for a full refund" but he wanted to, so I sucked it up, but my gosh I was terrified.
We got to Skydive Phoenix and watched our little video, got suited up and went on our way. While we were ascending our instructors had GoPro's and would interview us throughout, anytime they'd ask Matt how he felt, he'd hesitate a bit and say, "I'm good!" but I knew he was preeeeettttty nervous. I wanted him to jump first so I could see him go, so he went ahead of me and just had the biggest smile on his face. He jumped and then I jumped. Being that it was my third time I was able to take a lot more in, I swear the first time is a total blur, the second time wasn't much different, but this time was AMAZING. The freefall was freezing but once he pulled the shoot I was giggling like a fool. The view was awesome and it was just so much fun. I looked over and saw Matt floating, it was such a relief to at least see that his shoot didn't malfunction. We were a little bit lower so we landed first, but I was glad because that meant I got to watch him jump and land. He came down and was just smiling from ear to ear. Landed safely (phew!) and came and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Said it was the best Valentine's gift ever! I was pretty proud. I'm glad we went, but he is never allowed to do that again. I can't handle that kind of anxiety!
That evening we met some friends in the desert, had a fire and grilled some meat. Threw a ball and a Frisbee around and just hung out. It was the perfect end to our weekend.
I can say without doubt that this was the best Valentine's Day I have ever experienced, and am looking forward to improving on them each year. I love love, even if it is less funny ;)
My Valentine's Day Loot
The Earrings close up
Our skydiving prizes. We got video and pictures but they have to mail them to us.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Engagement, love/hate relationship!
I have been a fiancée for 16 days now and I have some thoughts.
When we first started talking about getting married we talked about doing it in March, my whole family was coming down to Arizona already so it would have been convenient to get hitched while they were all here. This was beginning of January and I freaked out, 2 months was NOT ENOUGH TIME! So we decided to change it to May, my family changed their vacation to be then instead of March and we got crackin.
I didn't anticipate that I STILL wouldn't be working, so basically I have a lot of time on my hands. So I've been planning.
I have my dress, we got our engagements taken, we have a location, caterer, decorator and DJ, I ordered our cake, we have someone to design our invitations, we registered, we have booked the temple, we've booked our honeymoon and that is all the Arizona stuff, we have Utah stuff well under way as well (thanks to my amazing mom and sister). Matt and I went and looked at apartments on Saturday and I think we found the one. What I'm getting at is, we TOTALLY could have pulled off March!
Now we have all the big stuff well under way, if not done, and we still have 3 and a half months!
We have this annoying count down happening that is not changing fast enough.
So now, we are just this engaged couple. Engaged, not dating, not married, engaged. We know we're going to be husband and wife, but we're not yet. We know where we are going to live, but we can't move in. We are just waiting, and the only reason we are waiting was so we could plan a wedding that is practically planned, so we wait.
People keep telling me to enjoy this time, people that have done this before and they wanted to just get married too so they didn't enjoy the time like they "should have" so they tell others to just enjoy the time. I don't think it's possible.
Depressing, we have over 100 days until we are married. Depressing, we have about 14 weeks. Depressing, even though we dated for a short amount of time it seems like we've been dating a long time (twice as long as my longest relationship prior to Matt so for me it's SUPER long) we have about as long left in our engagement as the entire length of our relationship to this point. DEPRESSING.
I realize I haven't mentioned any of the "love" part of this love/hate relationship. I guess I'll end on that. I love knowing that I have my guy. I am falling in love with him more and more every day. I love planning this wedding and imagining it all. I am so excited for everything that is coming up in the near future. I love that I still have it all to look forward to.
I love the fact that I am engaged because it means I'm getting married! Me! I am getting married. Didn't see that comin.
When we first started talking about getting married we talked about doing it in March, my whole family was coming down to Arizona already so it would have been convenient to get hitched while they were all here. This was beginning of January and I freaked out, 2 months was NOT ENOUGH TIME! So we decided to change it to May, my family changed their vacation to be then instead of March and we got crackin.
I didn't anticipate that I STILL wouldn't be working, so basically I have a lot of time on my hands. So I've been planning.
I have my dress, we got our engagements taken, we have a location, caterer, decorator and DJ, I ordered our cake, we have someone to design our invitations, we registered, we have booked the temple, we've booked our honeymoon and that is all the Arizona stuff, we have Utah stuff well under way as well (thanks to my amazing mom and sister). Matt and I went and looked at apartments on Saturday and I think we found the one. What I'm getting at is, we TOTALLY could have pulled off March!
Now we have all the big stuff well under way, if not done, and we still have 3 and a half months!
We have this annoying count down happening that is not changing fast enough.
So now, we are just this engaged couple. Engaged, not dating, not married, engaged. We know we're going to be husband and wife, but we're not yet. We know where we are going to live, but we can't move in. We are just waiting, and the only reason we are waiting was so we could plan a wedding that is practically planned, so we wait.
People keep telling me to enjoy this time, people that have done this before and they wanted to just get married too so they didn't enjoy the time like they "should have" so they tell others to just enjoy the time. I don't think it's possible.
Depressing, we have over 100 days until we are married. Depressing, we have about 14 weeks. Depressing, even though we dated for a short amount of time it seems like we've been dating a long time (twice as long as my longest relationship prior to Matt so for me it's SUPER long) we have about as long left in our engagement as the entire length of our relationship to this point. DEPRESSING.
I realize I haven't mentioned any of the "love" part of this love/hate relationship. I guess I'll end on that. I love knowing that I have my guy. I am falling in love with him more and more every day. I love planning this wedding and imagining it all. I am so excited for everything that is coming up in the near future. I love that I still have it all to look forward to.
I love the fact that I am engaged because it means I'm getting married! Me! I am getting married. Didn't see that comin.
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