Danny is very proud to have gotten me a wedding ring with 35 diamonds in it. I love my ring. Nothing could replace it.
As many of you know:
(and Danny is acutely aware)I love jewelry...and everyone knows that diamonds are a girl's best friend. Knowing this, when Danny was figuring out what to get me for my "bride's gift"--of course diamonds crossed his mind. But how could he top the 35 diamonds he had already given me? Danny always finds a way around sticky situations like this. For my gift he had a family heirloom diamond from many grandmothers ago set into a pendant. I just dont know how he always pulls these things off.
As many of you know:
Danny and I exchanged gifts just after we left the temple after our sealing. The necklace was a huge surprise and he put it on me. I proudly wore 36 diamonds for about 2 hours. When we got to the reception to change back into our formal wear, we were running a little late so in the rush the necklace got put into a box and thrown into a bag in the basement bathroom of the museum...never to be seen again.
As many of you know:
Danny and I spent many hours agonizing over said necklace, calling every place we went, checking every lost and found, talking with every possible family member, friend, associate, janitor, etc. to try to locate the lost family diamond.
As many of you know:
I felt like the biggest looser of the century...especially knowing that his grandmother was aware of the loss.
As many of you DON'T know:
Julie called us yesterday and found the necklace in a bag in her closet yesterday. No...it wasn't her fault. I put that bag there because it also had some borrowed wedding stuff that is stored in her closet.
As many of you will soon see:
I am happily reunited with--and proudly wearing--my 36th diamond.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The Storm
Having spent a few summers in Colorado, I have come to love storms. Many summer nights would find us sitting out on the porch overlooking Denver and watching the dark clouds in the night sky be lit up with lightning as the rain cleansed all the dust from the sky. I loved those nights. Storms excite and mystify me. They are things that are feared, but at the same time are beautiful and even peaceful.
That is why there was a storm last night.
Not knowing how I was supposed to have peace in a sleepless night, the Lord gave me a lightning storm. I don’t think anything else would have helped—not words, not a calm summer night. Magically, a thunderstorm helped. It gave me peace to know the Lord was aware of my feelings and needs.
Some of you may not have even known I was pregnant—we had just started telling people. I thank you for the love and congrats. It was a wonderful week. Showing Danny the positive pregnancy test was one of the happiest moments in my life that I plan on repeating multiple times. After convincing him that I didn’t fake it—that it was real, the look on his face was better than when he first got to fly a plane. It was joy. He is so excited to be a father. That night Danny and I sat in bed and joked about names and future plans—I wasn’t even disappointed that we were going to have to postpone our Disneyland trip. More than anything else this is what we wanted. It was fun to hear the genuine surprise, the laughter, and the joking from all our parents and the excitement of being grandparents.
It was a whirlwind week, letting the cat out of the bag here and there when it felt right. Too many things got put aside…we were too excited to care about dishes and cleaning up cat fur. I started having a little stomach pain—but just attributed it to “growing something inside you” pain. Apparently I should have been more concerned—not that it would have helped.
Friday I went to work and after a quick bathroom break before the lunch rush, I found that I was bleeding. I called Danny immediately. He made a few calls and informed me that if I was just spotting I was not to worry, but should probably go home and take it easy, if it was more—then I needed to go to the ER. Now, having never been pregnant before—I wasn’t sure what spotting exactly meant. I said something about “women’s issues” to my male boss and he waved his hands for me to say no more—and I drove the 20 minutes home. I bought another pregnancy test on the way and as soon as I got home I took it. Positive. I wasn’t making things up. I was pretty sure at that point that my bleeding was more than spotting. I drove to the Hospital and met Danny there. We talked for a minute and decided that I should go in. Unfortunately, since it was the day before a holiday—everything was closed or re-routed. We first were sent to the labor and delivery—who couldn’t help us. She wheeled me down to the ER. There I was put in a room—they took large amounts of blood and pumped me full of fluid. After about an hour and a half I was wheeled off to have an ultra sound. Funny how this was a routine to me because of all my past…issues. The nurses would being something up and begin to describe it and I would reassure them that I have had that before, or that I knew what that meant. I even knew not to ask the radiologist anything—they never even blink information. Danny mentioned that the radiologist talked very quietly on the phone. I heard every word because I knew that was the only information I was getting from him.
Another hour later, Dr. Hooker came back into the room and told us the news. My hormone level showed that I had indeed been pregnant, but that I had miscarried. At this point he started explaining the statistics on how one in every 5 pregnancies…blah blah blah. I always did hate statistics. None of those mattered to me. This was me. This was my pregnancy. And now it’s not.
Danny and I came home and took a nap. Of course I cried.
I knew I wouldn’t sleep. My body hurt, but I also had too much on my mind. Don’t worry—I don’t blame myself. I know there is nothing I could have done—but in the moment none of that matters. It still hurts.
I thought about this primary song. It was always one of my favorites:
Whenever I hear the song of a bird
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose
Or walk by our lilac tree
I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heavenly Father created for me.
He gave me my eyes that I might see
The color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear
The magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart:
I thank him reverently
For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me.
I do know my Heavenly Father loves me. He gave me the rain. My body is being cleansed just as the rain cleaned His earth. I felt that He was expressing to me that He understood what I was going through. Just as the sun is sparkling off the leftover rain and the birds are singing in the new day, this pain too will pass and I will have another chance—because the Lord has promised me with His new day.
That is why there was a storm last night.
Not knowing how I was supposed to have peace in a sleepless night, the Lord gave me a lightning storm. I don’t think anything else would have helped—not words, not a calm summer night. Magically, a thunderstorm helped. It gave me peace to know the Lord was aware of my feelings and needs.
Some of you may not have even known I was pregnant—we had just started telling people. I thank you for the love and congrats. It was a wonderful week. Showing Danny the positive pregnancy test was one of the happiest moments in my life that I plan on repeating multiple times. After convincing him that I didn’t fake it—that it was real, the look on his face was better than when he first got to fly a plane. It was joy. He is so excited to be a father. That night Danny and I sat in bed and joked about names and future plans—I wasn’t even disappointed that we were going to have to postpone our Disneyland trip. More than anything else this is what we wanted. It was fun to hear the genuine surprise, the laughter, and the joking from all our parents and the excitement of being grandparents.
It was a whirlwind week, letting the cat out of the bag here and there when it felt right. Too many things got put aside…we were too excited to care about dishes and cleaning up cat fur. I started having a little stomach pain—but just attributed it to “growing something inside you” pain. Apparently I should have been more concerned—not that it would have helped.
Friday I went to work and after a quick bathroom break before the lunch rush, I found that I was bleeding. I called Danny immediately. He made a few calls and informed me that if I was just spotting I was not to worry, but should probably go home and take it easy, if it was more—then I needed to go to the ER. Now, having never been pregnant before—I wasn’t sure what spotting exactly meant. I said something about “women’s issues” to my male boss and he waved his hands for me to say no more—and I drove the 20 minutes home. I bought another pregnancy test on the way and as soon as I got home I took it. Positive. I wasn’t making things up. I was pretty sure at that point that my bleeding was more than spotting. I drove to the Hospital and met Danny there. We talked for a minute and decided that I should go in. Unfortunately, since it was the day before a holiday—everything was closed or re-routed. We first were sent to the labor and delivery—who couldn’t help us. She wheeled me down to the ER. There I was put in a room—they took large amounts of blood and pumped me full of fluid. After about an hour and a half I was wheeled off to have an ultra sound. Funny how this was a routine to me because of all my past…issues. The nurses would being something up and begin to describe it and I would reassure them that I have had that before, or that I knew what that meant. I even knew not to ask the radiologist anything—they never even blink information. Danny mentioned that the radiologist talked very quietly on the phone. I heard every word because I knew that was the only information I was getting from him.
Another hour later, Dr. Hooker came back into the room and told us the news. My hormone level showed that I had indeed been pregnant, but that I had miscarried. At this point he started explaining the statistics on how one in every 5 pregnancies…blah blah blah. I always did hate statistics. None of those mattered to me. This was me. This was my pregnancy. And now it’s not.
Danny and I came home and took a nap. Of course I cried.
I knew I wouldn’t sleep. My body hurt, but I also had too much on my mind. Don’t worry—I don’t blame myself. I know there is nothing I could have done—but in the moment none of that matters. It still hurts.
I thought about this primary song. It was always one of my favorites:
Whenever I hear the song of a bird
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose
Or walk by our lilac tree
I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heavenly Father created for me.
He gave me my eyes that I might see
The color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear
The magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart:
I thank him reverently
For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me.
I do know my Heavenly Father loves me. He gave me the rain. My body is being cleansed just as the rain cleaned His earth. I felt that He was expressing to me that He understood what I was going through. Just as the sun is sparkling off the leftover rain and the birds are singing in the new day, this pain too will pass and I will have another chance—because the Lord has promised me with His new day.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Matrimony
Well folks…here it is. The official wedding week post. It is long…so pace yourself. And I don’t have any pictures yet because obviously I didn’t take any because I was in them all. Those will come later.
All I have to say is holy craziness.
I have no idea how everything got done in that week, how I saw and talked to so many different people, how I was able to find time to see my fiancé, and how I was able to keep sane (well…for the most part).
Big events of the week:
Thursday I went to the temple for the first time. It was wonderful. It was what I expected, how I imagined it would be, and it made me feel pretty good at the preparation I have taken the past few years (well…and my entire life). It was so nice to be there with so many people who love me. I felt so blessed to walk in and see family from all sides there to support me and help me feel more comfortable. Thanks family.
Friday morning I woke up in the living room next to one of my best friends, Jill. Danny and I made breakfast (waffles and strawberries) and all the roommies ate together. It was a good last morning in the apartment. I graduated from BYU. I wore a black dress, my grandmother’s pearls, and my mom’s black open-toed satin pumps. I looked good. Except all you could see were the pumps because I was wearing a dark blue zip-up tent over the top of it all. Honesty…I didn’t even bother doing my hair. Our graduation was in the Marriot Center which meant there were a lot of people and it was going to be forever long—which it was. At one point everyone in the row I was sitting on counted and compared the number of strings on our tassels. It was great fun. Time came to line-up. It was longer than the lines at Disneyland, but we got through a little quicker—and I even had an adrenalin rush on the way up. No, not because of excitement; I slipped. Yep. I am a ballroom dancer who runs, dances, jumps in heels in competition in front of hundreds of people trying to get people to watch me—and the moment I am solo with everyone in the Marriot Center watching me…I slip. Luckily for everyone I caught myself before I face-planted—as there were railings to grab onto. It wasn’t too bad—but there was irony involved. Walking up to the stage there was a slight ramp with railings. On the floor just after you stepped onto the ramp there was a laminated sign which read “Watch Your Step.” And yes, that is what was so slippery that my pump couldn’t handle. Then I proceeded to walk up to meet my dean who was smiling his mischievous little grimace. Now the deans usually whisper something like “Congratulations” “well done” “way-to-go.” I got a “you shouldn’t have worn heels.” And that pretty much sums up my relationship with Dr. Crandall. Pretty sure I have a shocked look on my face in the picture they snapped. That was pretty much all the exciting news for my graduation. Thrilling—but hey…you only graduate once (except I did graduate in High School, and someday a Masters—so in my case, you only graduate three times).
Saturday was the BIG day. I got married. I met Danny (a little late—sorry babe!) at the temple with my mom and his dad. I was surprised at all the people who were already there waiting in the lobby. The lady who was my guide explained things to me like six different times and I still forgot how she wanted me to do things—but I kept telling her that I understood. The sealer met with Danny and I before the sealing and we talked for a bit. He was a really funny guy and was very interested in Danny’s mission. It was fun to get a moment to just sit and talk. Then we went into the sealing room where everyone was waiting. There were people who came that I didn’t expect to see there and that was a wonderful surprise! Again, I don’t remember anything really about the sealing except he advised us to be good neighbors…which we plan to do—funny because it was something we had talked about before we got married. When he told us to kiss as husband and wife Danny was being all slow—I don’t know why—probably trying not to embarrass himself with doing something silly. No worries—I took care of that myself. I wanted to kiss him so I helped things along and kissed him. It brought some laughs. Then everyone was able to greet and hug us. That was one of my favorite parts of the whole day. I loved getting to hug, kiss, and talk to family members and friends that I don’t get to see very often inside the temple. It was wonderful. I held it together pretty well until Jill reached me with teary eyes. After that it was all downhill for my mascara from there. I know it was an emotional time for many (as it was for me) to be able to see me there very happily married to a wonderful priesthood holder—doing everything at that moment right.
We took some pictures at the temple but it started raining so most were taken at the museum later that night (which was nice because it gave me time to fix my makeup and rained/wind whipped hair). The reception. I don’t know really what to say. First: it was beautiful. A lot of planning, people, resources, and time was put into that and know one really knew how it was going to turn out. It just worked. For me: I don’t know where all the time went. The events we planned (cake, dancing, bouquet) went pretty smoothly, but I felt like the time went way to fast. I have to apologize about not having a line—we were going to do one, but it just didn’t work out. I, however, had a magnificent time walking around and talking to people. My mom always said I was the social butterfly in the family—and for the first time I really felt like one. It was so great to flit around and chat with people I know, love, and rarely get to see. My photographer was so wonderful and attentive—I would ask her to come over and shoot pictures with people and she was there. I think I have more pictures with my Grandpa Bob than I do with Danny! All-in-all I loved the reception. It looked exactly like I wanted it (and even better in some parts), the cake tasted wonderful, Nicole caught my bouquet (I aimed it in her direction), and I left feeling like a celebrity.
Then it was happily ever after.
No. There is more to the story. When we got back to Danny’s house to change and we went to get into the car to drive away I realized through a series of unfortunate events that I had left my purse at the reception (car keys, wallet, phone). We had to wait at Danny’s house with his family for a little over a half an hour until someone showed up with me purse. Someday Danny will think it was funny…someday.
For all of those who do not yet know where we went…Danny took me to San Diego, California.
All I have to say is holy craziness.
I have no idea how everything got done in that week, how I saw and talked to so many different people, how I was able to find time to see my fiancé, and how I was able to keep sane (well…for the most part).
Big events of the week:
Thursday I went to the temple for the first time. It was wonderful. It was what I expected, how I imagined it would be, and it made me feel pretty good at the preparation I have taken the past few years (well…and my entire life). It was so nice to be there with so many people who love me. I felt so blessed to walk in and see family from all sides there to support me and help me feel more comfortable. Thanks family.
Friday morning I woke up in the living room next to one of my best friends, Jill. Danny and I made breakfast (waffles and strawberries) and all the roommies ate together. It was a good last morning in the apartment. I graduated from BYU. I wore a black dress, my grandmother’s pearls, and my mom’s black open-toed satin pumps. I looked good. Except all you could see were the pumps because I was wearing a dark blue zip-up tent over the top of it all. Honesty…I didn’t even bother doing my hair. Our graduation was in the Marriot Center which meant there were a lot of people and it was going to be forever long—which it was. At one point everyone in the row I was sitting on counted and compared the number of strings on our tassels. It was great fun. Time came to line-up. It was longer than the lines at Disneyland, but we got through a little quicker—and I even had an adrenalin rush on the way up. No, not because of excitement; I slipped. Yep. I am a ballroom dancer who runs, dances, jumps in heels in competition in front of hundreds of people trying to get people to watch me—and the moment I am solo with everyone in the Marriot Center watching me…I slip. Luckily for everyone I caught myself before I face-planted—as there were railings to grab onto. It wasn’t too bad—but there was irony involved. Walking up to the stage there was a slight ramp with railings. On the floor just after you stepped onto the ramp there was a laminated sign which read “Watch Your Step.” And yes, that is what was so slippery that my pump couldn’t handle. Then I proceeded to walk up to meet my dean who was smiling his mischievous little grimace. Now the deans usually whisper something like “Congratulations” “well done” “way-to-go.” I got a “you shouldn’t have worn heels.” And that pretty much sums up my relationship with Dr. Crandall. Pretty sure I have a shocked look on my face in the picture they snapped. That was pretty much all the exciting news for my graduation. Thrilling—but hey…you only graduate once (except I did graduate in High School, and someday a Masters—so in my case, you only graduate three times).
Saturday was the BIG day. I got married. I met Danny (a little late—sorry babe!) at the temple with my mom and his dad. I was surprised at all the people who were already there waiting in the lobby. The lady who was my guide explained things to me like six different times and I still forgot how she wanted me to do things—but I kept telling her that I understood. The sealer met with Danny and I before the sealing and we talked for a bit. He was a really funny guy and was very interested in Danny’s mission. It was fun to get a moment to just sit and talk. Then we went into the sealing room where everyone was waiting. There were people who came that I didn’t expect to see there and that was a wonderful surprise! Again, I don’t remember anything really about the sealing except he advised us to be good neighbors…which we plan to do—funny because it was something we had talked about before we got married. When he told us to kiss as husband and wife Danny was being all slow—I don’t know why—probably trying not to embarrass himself with doing something silly. No worries—I took care of that myself. I wanted to kiss him so I helped things along and kissed him. It brought some laughs. Then everyone was able to greet and hug us. That was one of my favorite parts of the whole day. I loved getting to hug, kiss, and talk to family members and friends that I don’t get to see very often inside the temple. It was wonderful. I held it together pretty well until Jill reached me with teary eyes. After that it was all downhill for my mascara from there. I know it was an emotional time for many (as it was for me) to be able to see me there very happily married to a wonderful priesthood holder—doing everything at that moment right.
We took some pictures at the temple but it started raining so most were taken at the museum later that night (which was nice because it gave me time to fix my makeup and rained/wind whipped hair). The reception. I don’t know really what to say. First: it was beautiful. A lot of planning, people, resources, and time was put into that and know one really knew how it was going to turn out. It just worked. For me: I don’t know where all the time went. The events we planned (cake, dancing, bouquet) went pretty smoothly, but I felt like the time went way to fast. I have to apologize about not having a line—we were going to do one, but it just didn’t work out. I, however, had a magnificent time walking around and talking to people. My mom always said I was the social butterfly in the family—and for the first time I really felt like one. It was so great to flit around and chat with people I know, love, and rarely get to see. My photographer was so wonderful and attentive—I would ask her to come over and shoot pictures with people and she was there. I think I have more pictures with my Grandpa Bob than I do with Danny! All-in-all I loved the reception. It looked exactly like I wanted it (and even better in some parts), the cake tasted wonderful, Nicole caught my bouquet (I aimed it in her direction), and I left feeling like a celebrity.
Then it was happily ever after.
No. There is more to the story. When we got back to Danny’s house to change and we went to get into the car to drive away I realized through a series of unfortunate events that I had left my purse at the reception (car keys, wallet, phone). We had to wait at Danny’s house with his family for a little over a half an hour until someone showed up with me purse. Someday Danny will think it was funny…someday.
For all of those who do not yet know where we went…Danny took me to San Diego, California.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Antelope Island---where we saw…buffalo?
After a week of partying, family, wedding planning, school, and long work hours—I begged Danny to take me away. He is so good.
He picked me up at six thirty and we drove to a look-out place to catch the sunrise. I packed breakfast burritos and hot chocolate (which we packed in our new Thermos cooler…thanks Karma!).
Sunrises are quick. I haven’t seen one for quite sometime…being a morning person doesn’t mean waking-up before the sun. Anyhow…it was nice. Then we drove the hour and a half drive up to Antelope Island. The drive was pretty uneventful—except for the fact that Danny was very tired. I took over driving about 45 minutes. It was my first time driving Stacy (Danny’s car which apparently has only one purpose—to build character. Danny and I renamed it the sexy white beast.), and I realized that we are very blessed indeed that nothing has fallen off the car as of yet. When driving on the freeway with the SWB, I was sure the dashboard was going to vibrate right off the car. And I am pretty sure it will someday and if we live through it—we are going to have one terrifying story to tell…
Moving on. We arrived at the causeway and had a peaceful ten minute drive over to the island listening to the AM dial with information and history on the island and smelling the brine stench. Pretty sure we still smell like brine shrimp.
Since there are only two different roads to choose from (left or right) we chose right…and were lucky enough to see our first buffalo on Antelope Island. Yep. Not antelope—which are graceful, light footed, and lean—but big, brawny, and brown monsters. Of course we took a picture.
Then we headed to the first sandy beach we could find. I love the beach. Danny asked me the last time I had walked barefoot in Utah sand—which was never. He warned me that the sand in Utah was not usually pleasant to walk on—and I boastingly asked him when the last time he walked on Washington sand was. Washington doesn’t have sand. Washington has rocks. The sand was wonderful for the first few yards—cool, damp, and thick. Heaven. Then it turned a little rocky…then we decided leaving out shoes at the car was a poor choice indeed. We were tiptoeing down the forever long beach until we finally reached the very salty water.
I skipped my first rock since I was a little girl (I was never very good at it). Danny was a pro. It was turning out to be quite a nice day.
Then we drove all over the island, saw buffalo up close, toured a ranch, pet a horse, and finally found ourselves at the bistro. We ate buffalo burgers.
At that point we decided we were done with the island as we were tired, hot, sweaty, smelled, and the car needed gas—we did not want to be stuck alone on some deserted buffalo island with only one bag of chips to eat…
Thus we left and drove to Bountiful to see the temple. We drove around it and got very excited. 35 days.
It was a great outing. We have decided to do picnic days like this more often…and when we get married we are going to make them camping trips—as we both like camping. Life is fun.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Seattle: I love you.
Seattle (or Washington State in general) has been my home most of my life. I love it. I love the rain, the green, the trees, the mossy roads---even the occasional stepping on a slug. Ok…that was a lie. I don’t enjoy slugs. They probably don’t enjoy me much either.
Danny and I flew to Seattle for Valentines weekend to spend a few days with my family. It was wonderful. We arrived Friday night and went dancing at one of my research studios. Danny got to meet some of my friends. Saturday we had a wonderful blueberry pancake breakfast with the family. Then Dad, Emily, Danny and I drove to Seattle to spend a few hours at Pikes Market. We spent time looking at some of the shops and eating traditional “Pikes” food (clam chowder, fresh doughnut holes), but the majority of the time was spent taking pictures. Emily was our esteemed photographer and the four of us had a fun time tromping around Seattle finding good places to take pictures. We were so pleased with the pictures. Em did a great job. Thanks sis!
That night we had a family Valentines dinner of amazing steak and shrimp scampi. Sunday Danny met some of my extended family which was really fun. He fits in well…they like to laugh and he likes to be funny. Dad made is famous roast and we feasted with LOTs of food and dessert. It was so wonderful to spend time with my family. All of the cousins and grandma sat crammed in the living room talking, laughing, poking, and telling old stories. It felt like old times at grandma’s sleepover. Thanks guys!
Monday we went to breakfast as a family and then got dropped off at the airport. Our trip was relaxed but perfect. We were able to spend time with my family and relax from our crazy Provo lives. Definitely something we will do again.
Friday, February 13, 2009
What I need...quite a suprise!
So the "needs" idea sounded really good as I sit here at work...here is what I need--let me know if anyone is willing to assist.
Kristi needs:
1. a schedule is a must. (No kidding...I am forgetful as it is...add bride brain on top of that and I am a mess...even my schedule is a mess...)
2. Art - a community of artists and those devoted to art. Digital art, skin art, themes, wallpaper art, traditional art, photography, poetry / prose. (Apparently I need this...but I am not sure what for...)
3. to turn up the AC cause her hotness is about to burn the place down. (uh....I don't really want to respond to this one...)
4. a boyfriend. (I guess technically I don't have one...I have a fiance)
5. help. (I know. thanks guys...can we get a little more specific?)
6. therapy. (really? REALLY!)
7. your numbers. (actually...this is quite true.)
8. contacts to businesses that would be interested in having me on-location for a set time to work on employees for the cost of a copay. (Not sure what I am going to be working on...I am an anthropologist...)
9. to go to Home Depot and buy a filter for the exhaust fan over her stove—there is serious grease buildup there. (I had no idea there was even a fan there...)
10. this type of concrete feedback to grasp her own progress. (ha ha ha...please! I want feedback!)
Well...that was fun. I feel like I have a direction for fixing my life!
Kristi needs:
1. a schedule is a must. (No kidding...I am forgetful as it is...add bride brain on top of that and I am a mess...even my schedule is a mess...)
2. Art - a community of artists and those devoted to art. Digital art, skin art, themes, wallpaper art, traditional art, photography, poetry / prose. (Apparently I need this...but I am not sure what for...)
3. to turn up the AC cause her hotness is about to burn the place down. (uh....I don't really want to respond to this one...)
4. a boyfriend. (I guess technically I don't have one...I have a fiance)
5. help. (I know. thanks guys...can we get a little more specific?)
6. therapy. (really? REALLY!)
7. your numbers. (actually...this is quite true.)
8. contacts to businesses that would be interested in having me on-location for a set time to work on employees for the cost of a copay. (Not sure what I am going to be working on...I am an anthropologist...)
9. to go to Home Depot and buy a filter for the exhaust fan over her stove—there is serious grease buildup there. (I had no idea there was even a fan there...)
10. this type of concrete feedback to grasp her own progress. (ha ha ha...please! I want feedback!)
Well...that was fun. I feel like I have a direction for fixing my life!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Game Over.
Hello World!
Life is just going on as usual: school, working two jobs, church, wedding plans...I'm ENGAGED!!!
Yes. It has happened. Time for all to settle their bets. This is no joke. I convinced Danny to marry me just to show everyone it could be done. Don't worry...I didn't do the proposing--I let him do that part. I can't imagine the pressure a guy must feel in planning a proposal. They must know that a girl dreams about that event her whole life--and has gone over scenarios of good and bad proposals. I am no different. After dreaming my whole life of that one person with that one moment--I had my expectations. There were no disappointments, regrets, or do-overs. Danny knows me well and planned a magnificent evening. And he didn't even fumble over words. He promised me that he didn't rehearse so I attribute his perfect delivery and beautiful words to the obvious fact that he loves me and has wanted to say these things for some time now. Kudos to Danny. As Marry Poppins stated so eloquently: He is practically perfect in every way.
Sorry ladies...he's taken.
Alright...here is a little recap of Christmas break. I went to Denver and Christmas was good. It was nice to spend time with my family and Naught Kitty. I did a lot of sewing, a lot of eating, and a lot of laughing. The day after Christmas Danny flew out and spent the rest of the break with me. Kenny and Meggan got sealed on the Saturday after Christmas--which was wonderful. Family is great.
(And...yes...Danny is wearing a pink hat...)
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