The Struggles of A Bride-To-BE!

I GOT A JOB!!!

2005-04-27T16:09:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentleman, things are good! =D

Yesterday was filled with interviews for Dave and I. He had one at 12:30 for a placing company? They're one of those companies that place your resume on file, have you fill out a whole bunch of forms according to what skills you have and then look for a job for you. (cool huh?) So, he went in and went through paper after paper after paper of questionaires they wanted him to fill out. (now, I went with him because from the sounds of things, it only sounded like he would be in there for a few minutes, right? Oh boy were we ever wrong! The paper work alone took 20 minutes!) Then he had to go be wimised. So that took another 20 minutes. Then he had to go for a typing test (40 minutes later)... then he was interviewed. But at the end of all that... HE WAS HIRED! YAY! So Dave got himself a job. 2 and 1/2 hours later...we both walked out of the building.. him with a job and me just greatful to be out of that chair!!!

So when we got back to the apartment, I picked up the phone (b/c the place I was supposed to have an interview at still hadn't called me back....) so I took the intiative and called them. And I got in THAT day... 7:00 pm that night. So, I started getting ready right away. Apparently for this job I have to be all professional looking... and wear skirts and crud like that... lol. So, I had to shave and put on makeup and actually make myself look half way decent.

Anyway, by the time seven o'clock rolled around, Dave and I packed my nervous butt into the car and went on our way to the interview. I went in and started filling out my application right away. And Dave agreed to be the moral support this time and sit out in the waiting room like I had. Anyway, three minutes into my filling out the papers... in comes Dave! And I kept looking at him like... what the hell are you doing?! You just GOT a job! (apparently he had been outside and the interviewer had asked him what he was doing... and through the course of the conversation had invited Dave inside to fill out an application too... lol) So we're in there with a whole group of other people... and the interviewer keeps taking random people aside to talk to them, then he explains the company to all of us. yayness. Then he takes each of us aside for a final interview to tell us whether or not we had gotten in. Dave went in before me... and all I could think was... if he got the job and I didn't I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! HE JUST GOT ANOTHER ONE!! ... he came back all happy looking and told him it was my turn. So in I went nervously, talked to the guy for a few minutes and he told me I GOT IN TOO! YAY! (So there was no killing of the finace last night! lol) We both got a job together... and since this one pays much better Dave's going to try to drop the other one sometimes this week and just work with me.. awwhh...

But get this, now,... this is the best part. Guess what our job is? WE'RE TRAVELLING SALESMANS! ROFLMBO! XD Isn't that hilarious? We actually walk into people's homes and sell them stuff... (looking like Jehovah's witnesses all the while... get this,... suit and tie for men, business professional for girls too... so dress, dress pants,... whatever, and a backpack or brief case to carry the product (known as really cool knives and cuttlery and cooking needs) .) Wow... we're travelling salesman... lol. And salesWOMAN! XD

So watch out blogging world... you may get a knock on your door from a travelling salesman soon! Apparently they're coming back... no more annoying telemarketer phone calls... just a knock on your door! wahahahahahaha!

MY INTERNET'S BACK!!!!

2005-04-25T10:47:00.000-07:00

YAY! MY INTERNET'S BACK!

I've been in the process of moving for the past few weeks so I've had to do without phone or internet! It was heart breaking! Honest! I didn't think I was going to make it to today! But I woke up this morning and everything was as it should be... the phone was making a beeping sound because I had accidentally left it off the hook and the high speed was running beautifully! YAY HIGHSPEED!! *kisses her computer and modem* This is the happiest day of my life! Er... ahh... next to the day Dave asked me to marry him, of course. *heh*

Anyway, a lot has transpired since I last got the chance to write. Dave and I have been tirelessly working on updating our new apartment. yay! Wood floors!!! XD They're SO beautiful! I should post the pictures on here sometime soon... well, when Dave wakes up and shows me how that is. >_<

And we've managed to get A LOT accomplished for our wedding too..
we bought him this beautiful new suit! Oh.. he looks so amazing in it... *drools a little bit at the thought...* It's not our colours mind you.. our colours are blue and purple. But the blue suit just didn't do him justice. So I suggested maybe he try a cream coloured suit and just put a navy blue shirt underneathe it... right? And ohhhhhh... was it ever GREAT on him! =D

And then let's see what other developments were there? Oh yes, we now have barbecues and people willing to man them for our barbecue reception. :) We've got a minister for counselling and to do the ceremony itself. We've got the marriage license... well, actually, we have everything bought, paid for and booked except for the decorations!! So that's really exciting.

We're just counting down to the day now Dave and I. It is officially 1 month and 61 days away! Ahh! I can't believe it's that close! When I started planning this thing it was... well... 6 months away and now it's almost here. I'm almost a married woman. I'm excited and I'm terrified and even a little sad of all the things I could be giving up. But I know that I'm gaining so much too. I'm gaining a partnership. A best friend. The love of my life. :) I get everything in return for a few pennies. Pennies I am more than willing to part with.

The date conflict

2005-04-08T11:20:00.000-07:00

So Dave and I set our wedding date (after much debate) on June 24th. As I'm sure you can imagine that was not exactly alright with our relatives. My parents seemed by far the hardest ones to tell so far, but then Dave was forced into telling his Grandmother over the phone and we haven't exactly heard from his Grandfather on the subject yet either. So, who knows there may be more in store for us. But all that said and done, we set our date (a long while ago) and then finally told everyone our plan.

Now, here's the problem. My mother emailed up my Uncle Steve (because he's a photograper and has done weddings before) and asked him for us (I think he was trying to feel helpful... she said she hasn't really felt like she was part of the process yet, so she took the initiative) if he would be available to take pictures at our wedding. Unfortunately, he's going to be gone away that day(for work). But he said that if we were willing to change the date a little, he'd love to take our pictures for us for free as a wedding gift for us. (awhhhh) I love my Aunt Michelle and Uncle Steve!

But here's the problem: They're going to be gone away in the middle of June to the end of July. But My sister is going away in July on a 6 week dig and won't be back until the middle of August. So that leaves us with only three real options. Do the wedding on June 24th and find someone else to take the pictures for us, postpone the wedding until the end of August (and then probably have to deal with people saying, "Well... if you postponed it this long, why can't you postpone it a little farther? if you really loved eachother, you wouldn't get married right away.") or move it forward to the beginning of June. Greeaaat, huh? Don't these people know what it took to figure out the date the first time around? It was insane! Dave seems to be leaning towards moving it up to the beginning of June. I know that we could have our wedding planned and ready for that date without too much problem. We'd just have to hurry a few more things that we thought we had more time to do. but that's not really a big deal. The problem is, I wonder if I'm ready to get married that early. Now really, in the grand scheme of things, what does a couple of weeks difference really mean? Right? I just feel like I'm being forced into doing it earlier, and I don't like that feeling. It's like having your back against a wall, in a way. I know that that's an exaggeration. I know it's just a few weeks... but I don't like being forced into doing anything. But if stubbornly put our feet down and say, no, this is the date for us, this is the only date for us... then we have to find a photographer on short notice. And photographers are exspensive (and their exspensive prices rarely ever include the negatives). But such is life. That is our debate at the moment... any advice from the non-exsistant peanut gallery?

The Rings

2005-04-06T16:18:00.000-07:00

Do you believe in fate? In coincidences? In God?

I suppose you could explain Dave's and I good fortune as coincidence. We were lucky enough to go wedding dress shopping on the day of a sale, and then a fluke brought my dress in 7 times earlier than estimated. Or perhaps we were lucky enough to just spot the right apartment ad and that is what found us our new place. I guess you could call it fate... we were fated to be together and that is why these things are happening for us. But I prefer to give credit to God. Dave and I have been on a few spending sprees, that's for sure. With buying things for our apartment, and planning our wedding, our money has been very tight. And yet we've managed to do it all in much less than we could have ever imagined.

For example... our wedding rings. Dave and I weren't even in the market for rings. We figured we would leave that until later in the summer time when we both had a little more money to spend, but that isn't *quite* how things worked out. We were remnant shopping for our new apartment. You see, the carpets they have are really bad. There's a few places where holes have been cut into it, and a giant blue stain on our bedroom carpet. They're really bad. So we were taking a look to see if we could get anything really cheap. We just happened to be driving by a store in downtown Hamilton and saw that it advertized carpets for sale. So we went in. As it turned out that really wasn't a good store to be looking in! The prices were outrageous! Even for remnants! (As my Grandfather used to say: "It's highway robbery!") So we left,... in a hurry with our tails between our legs feeling incredibly poor! lol.

But when we got to where the car was parked, I happened to notice a jeweller/pawn shop across the road. We still had plenty of time left on the meter, so we went in. There were TONS of wedding rings and different styles! We kept trying on pair after pair (the lady was really helpful) and the prices were a lot better than what department stores/jewellers were trying to sell us too! I think we were both thinking, wow! We're going to have to keep pawn shops in mind! When the lady took the rings we really liked back from us and told us that the price was HALF what was shown on the tag! They were having a sale! That day and that day only... half the ticket price, no tax. We bought our rings for (I don't mind telling you, but Dave might) $120.00 TOGETHER! We couldn't believe it! We were expecting to pay 500 at least! It was absolutely amazing! Dave even got his sized for free! =D (although most places do do that for free... but STILL! I'M ON A ROLE HERE!) lol.

So since then, Dave and I have been secretly trying on our rings when we think the other one isn't looking! lol! Next thing we have to do is go have them engraved!

DV∞HV 06/24/2005

Oh... and just a side note about those carpets... I'm glad we didn't find anything that day, as it turns out, there's hardwood under our carpets. So Dave and I are going to refinish the wood instead and just buy an area rug from Value Village. =D

Fairy-tale wedding?

2005-03-31T13:14:00.000-08:00

I have one hour until my class starts and I feel like turning around and going home. :( This week has not been a good week.

Dave and I spent Easter at my parents house, although he wasn't exactly invited. My parents made it pretty clear that they wanted me to show up, without Dave, so that they could corner me on the topic of our wedding. Nice, huh?

Well, the two of us showed up anyways. There was a lot that I wanted to talk to my parents about regarding school and finances and then finally Dave and I were going to tell them the date we decided to get married. The first part of it went rather well, they seemed to realize that I had had enough of the school I'm currenly in and that I needed a change. And they seemed to be understanding when I told them what exactly that would entail. (I have an older sister, they're not shocked by uni tuition fees any longer. ) So, that part went well, and then they asked us the question I had been dreading. What are your plans?

Now, Dave and I were prepared. We had an entire notebook of information at the ready, including fees for the wedding, estimated costs of decoration, food, where to get our marriage licenses, minister, and even rain date options... we had an entire page devoted to the supplies we needed, the jobs we needed to give people, we had the ceremony and the reception fairly well planned out... and then the icing on the cake, we brought for our budget. Our plan for how we were going to make it through school, pay apartment bills, phone, internet, groceries, extra, you name it...we had it all down there in a few different scenarios. And we did all of this because I know my parents. I knew that if I didn't have anything to show them they'd ask about a thousand questions trying to prove that I hadn't thought it through.... and the worse thing you can say to my dad is, "I don't know." And we did it so that it would look like we weren't taking this marriage thing lightly, that we really were planning and that we were taking the responsibility and not just leaving it to the last minute and expecting everyone else to do things for us. We were trying to show initiative...we were trying to allay their fears. It didn't work.

I got lectured all easter weekend long... some within Dave's earshot, most out. They told me straight to my face that they weren't happy, that they thought not only was I not ready for marriage, that I may not even have picked the right guy. (Not that they had any problem with Dave though, oh no.) And on top of that they told me that they were sad and angry. Not happy. This is my wedding, this is supposed to be the best event of my entire life and they're all turning it into something about them. As if I'm being selfish because I want to get married on my schedule and not theirs?!

And now, the worst of it... I got home on Sunday night (basically b/c they told us there wasn't much point in us staying around since all they'd be doing is renevating their new house...) and I got an email on Monday from my mother saying that I had "deceived her" by staying in town another night? (I went home... I still don't know where she's getting that from...) and that she was angry at Dave and I for deceiving them, for manipulating them and for deliberately cutting them out of the wedding planning process. Sounds like I was doomed if I planned, and doomed if I didn't.

I'm sorry mom, I know that this is hard for you being that I am your first daughter to get married... but do you have to continually tell me how sad you are that I'm getting married? Couldn't you at least fake it? Couldn't you at least pretend to be happy on the most important decision/day of my life? Couldn't you?

The blessings keep on coming...

2005-03-24T13:40:00.000-08:00

So now that the dress ordeal is over and done with.. we have to find a place to live and a job to pay for it. I can gladly say that the apartment one is taken care of! go us! :)

It was a long, arduous, painstaking process trying to find ahouse in the greater hamilton area! My sweet majoesus, we went to so many slums I don't think I could recount all of them. But then, maybe Dave could... he seems to have a better memory than I do! Well, let's see... how shall I explain this?

We'd been looking for an apartment for the better part of a month really. We'd looked up adds in the newspaper, on the net, through friends, etc, etc. And still we had no bites. The first place we went to actually, was one of the worst kept places I had ever seen! The landlord said that it had been empty all winter long! I think he was getting desparate to rent it out... but not to students! No.. students could never afford the "fine" dump he was offering! Nooo. So we went on. I think we called over 45 places in total. Then finally, just a few days ago... on one of the worst possible days, Dave happened to pick up a newspaper and spot an add for a two bedroom that was better priced than some of the one bedrooms we had been to.

So while I was battling out my OSAP and scholarship situation with the registrar, he was playing sluth and finding us an apartment. We got two showings that day and off we went after Dave's last class. Apparently the land lord liked us so much that he gave us the apartment on the spot. (After we had both been fervrantly praying to find a place close to the two schools we might be attending...) So we took it as a sign and signed the papers.

We went driving around the neighbourhood the next day just to check out the things that we had forgotten to do the day before. We looked for the nearest grocery store, the post office, the dollar store, etc, etc... finally we drove by a Presbyterian church on the corner. Now, we both have been attending a Presbyterian church for the better part of a couple years,... and about 4 or 5 months together at the same Church. But we've been feeling lately as if we should try another Church. So we when we saw the Presbyterian Church on the corner we thought that it was a blessing, but we agreed we'd try it the first week... and then see if there were some other ones close by. We were joking back and forth and Dave said, "Just watch there'll be a Full Gospel Church on the other corner." There was one. We drove by and it was right on the opposite corner of the other church. We couldn't believe our eyes! it's actually a little closer than the other one! lol!

It's also within walking distance of the school I want to start going to in the fall... (maybe) and it's only a couple of blocks from the bus stop that I would have to take to get myself here to Redeemer. So either way I can continue at either University. (Provided we have the money! lol!)
So welcome to amazing blessing number two. ;)

My dress, our sign

2005-03-23T16:52:00.000-08:00

Finally my dress shopping had moved from the internet to the actual dress shops. And what an experience! Bows, frills, tafita and lace galore! Just when I was thinking that perhaps I should have stuck with my original idea to make my own dress... I found the 'rack' for me, I guess you could say.

I'd been to three different stores up to this point without having tried anything on at all. I felt like I kept walking into a dry cleaner's place with the dresses all hung in their specific plastic bags, tagged and numbered and sterile on the rack. I never knew that it was such a different world! First of all, the sizes all change so I was looking at dresses thinking that they were about 7 sizes too big for me! Thankfully not! They were only 4 sizes too big! lol.

But finally I found a store near where I live that had some of the dresses I had seen on the internet. So Dave and I went down to the store, I know I know, that's supposed to mean some evil curse on the dress right? The dress is now cursed! I can never wear it or our wedding or marriage will be destroyed! *gags* I'm really not a superstitous person, maybe it isn't the best protocal to bring along the fiance to the dress store where he can see some strange lady strap you into your wedding dress... but he's my only real friend around here. Who else am I supposed to go with?

But as it turns out... he has the best taste of the two of us! He picked out my wedding dress! I went in with three dresses, but because wedding dresses are the most complicated things in the entire world, I couldn't figure out how to put that one on... so I went with one with a zipper first. lol. Finally, after exhausting the whole supply I had to figure out that dress. The lady came into the room, strapped me in and out I came to camera flashes. It was unanimous, that was the dress I was getting.

Now here's where this story gets interesting. The sales lady was really putting the pressure on us to buy the dress. You see, in order for a wedding dress to in in time for our wedding, we needed to order it right away. Even then we weren't guaranteed it to be in on time. So we ordered it... were told that if it was in stock, then it would take 5 weeks, if not it wouldn't be in until the first week of June. So we ordered it, gave our phone number and out we went praying that the dress would be in on time.

The thing is, that wasn't all we were praying for. Being so young and so still under our parents thumbs, we had both been praying for God to lead us in the right direction. We both knew that WE wanted to get married this June, but we didn't know if that was what God wanted for us. So we both began praying, and while we struggled and maybe even bartered a little bit with God... we finally asked for a sign. I had prayed for a sign about three weeks prior to this, and Dave, a week after we ordered the dress prayed for a sign as well (without telling the other that we had done so.) Dave, however, was smarter about it then I was. He asked for a sign THAT day... that way he wouldn't have two months with which to extrapolate a sign. He said, he went to school just like normal. But when he got home that night ( a mere 5 DAYS after we had bought the dress) and got a phone call saying the dress was in. It was supposed to come in in a minimum of five WEEKS, not DAYS! And yet, there it was. When we went in the next day to pick it up, the sales lady who had sold it to us asked us if we had just come for a visit! SHE didn't even know it was there yet... but it was. Shinning and beautiful and in my size! My dress, our sign, had arrived.

The Dress

2005-03-17T10:23:00.000-08:00

Man have I ever got a lot of time before my next class! Here I thought I was just seconds away, that I'd have to run down the stiars... across the school just to make it in time for religion. (yes, Religion... it's a core! -_-) But I've got tons of time! So instead of just writing more on my other post I decided to be lazy and make a new one! XD

Dress hunting began the day after Dave asked me to marry him. I guess it's a girl thing, but when you're sitting in front of a computer with nothing to do anyway there's nothing more fun than to just click a button and look at wedding dresses! I never thought that I'd get in on the girly notion of looking for wedding dresses... I'm not really into dresses as it is.. why would I want to spend my time looking for a big poofy frilly one that I could only wear for one day anyway, right? Wrong. I was completely wrong. The first site I clicked on I was inundated with all of these gorgeous dresses and immediately I had flashes of me in each of them wearing them down the isle toward my future hubby. Now that gave me chills! I couldn't help it! Besides, if we were going to make it in time for June I had to get my butt into a bridal shop soon and get my dress ordered or it wouldn't come in in time! (actually I found that out much much later but that's beside the point!)

So I started dress hunting. And of course I sent every picture that I loved to everyone I knew! I had to have second opinions, didn't I?! lol...

The Date

2005-03-17T10:12:00.000-08:00

So now the families know. Believe me, that was an accomplishment!

Dave and I haven't let slip the day we want to do it on yet. We thought we would give our families a bit of breathing room to get used to the idea that we're engaged first before we tell them when the date is. You see, not only are we young and still in school... we've also only been dating for a short amount of time. 4 months dating, 1 month engaged. As I found out that's due for some... controversy. Is she pregnant? Is he dying? Is the world coming to an end?! Alright, so I'm exaggerating.. sue me!

So anyway, when Dave and I decided that we wanted to get married, THIS summer we decided that maybe we should space out the time between when we tell them we're engaged and when we tell them the day. We even debated about just sending out the invitations to tell our families! lol! He wasn't ok with that. -_- Chicken.

That means, however, that we have spent the last month planning on our own... under cover sort to speak. Sure I called my mom and told her about all the pretty wedding dresses I had seen on the internet. And yes we hired a planner and a caterer... but it's undercover from our family! lol!

It took us a little while to decide on a good date too. We went back and forth for a little while... end of summer... beginning of summer... middle of summer... beginning of september... april! lol! =D (why wait when you're in love right? Let's plan for two weeks away!)

But finally we settled on June the 25th. And then we changed it again! As it turns out... June 25th is a really popular day! 3 pairs of our friends were already having their wedding that same day! So we decided to beat them all! OUR wedding is going to be on June 24th!

Telling the Families!

2005-03-16T20:12:00.000-08:00

One of the most exciting things about love is that when you're in it... all you want to do is find every single person you know and tell them just how happy you are, even if it annoys the hell out of everyone! When you're engaged, it's even worse. We both came bouncing home looking for people that we could tell on MSN. Yes, that's right our lives are primarily lived on MSN. We're both in Uni so our family members and friends from highschool are kept in touch with over electronic wave lengths!

We decided that we were going to tell our families in person so the only email/messenger conversations we could have containing our GREAT news could be with friends who wouldn't spill the beans to our families. We started telling people left and right. Girlish screams were soon being typed up all over MSN windows. Congratulations were following. And then we even got a few of the..."who's Dave?" messages from people we hadn't talked to in forever! lol. But our news went out to the friends and all we had left was to go and tell the families.

Now, there's a distinction that has to be made when concerning dating and engaged relationships that not everyone realizes. The second you get engaged it becames everyone's business what you do or do not do. When you're dating a boy no one really cares so much, unless by some off chance your parents dislike the person that you're dating. Even in that case though, they may hint around, but unless there is something seriously wrong with the boy that you're dating you're parents are just left holding their breath, praying that you dump the person soon. Engagements are different. Once you're engaged everyone begins sticking their nose into what's going on between the two of you. Don't get me wrong, the relatives do have a right to their say, you are afterall bringing a new person into their family in a permanent way. They have a right to stick their noses in family business. I understand this. Now. I wish someone would have warned me though.

We went to my home town the day after we got engaged. And after getting incredibly lost on the way, finally pulled up into my friend's driveway where we were staying the night. We were going to my parents house in the morning. We told my friend, Irene, who the next time she saw her boyfriend began hinting at him that she too wanted a ring. And why not right? They HAD been dating longer than we had! lol! I think I may have accidentally handcuffed poor Mark without even realizing I was doing it! lol!

Then we drove to my parents house. My mom was relatively easy to tell. She immediately asked to see the ring. And it was followed by much hugging and picture taking! lol! (My fiance is obsessed with his camera! He has it with him everwhere he goes... even to math tests.) My father was happy, but contained many more "are you sures?" And "Do you think you've been dating long enough to knows?" And of course "Just don't get married too soons!" But after all was said and done... they were happy for us.

Then we came back and told his father. His father was happy for us as well. He didn't give Dave a lecture until after I was gone, though. Apparently lectures are also a family business. And then we told his mother. Over MSN. She lives in the states so there was really nothing else we could do. The thing is... we were mean. We told her (while at work mind you) that we were engaged and that we wanted to get married in March. We promptly began making up wild stories about how we had the minister already and the church booked and that in 3 weeks time we were determined to have our wedding. Mean evil buggars, aren't we? Don't worry...we told her the truth after awhile! lol

And then finally came his grandparents. His grandmother is one of those people that I simply can't get a hold on. Although she is always a complete sweet heart to me when I'm around, she always says things that make me think she hates my guts. We told his grandparents that we were engaged while they were visiting his place after they had gotten back from their vacation in Florida. Immediately they were all smiles. I even got a hug out of both of them! =D Immediately chatter went up into the room as they began asking us different questions at the same time, pictures were being shown of the engagement day, it was a complete success! And here we were expecting opposition from them.... and then his Grandmother leans over to Dave and says... "Well Dave... you could have done a lot worse..." So now I'm confused.. is she happy for us? Or is she implying he could have done better? Ok! Ok! I admit I could be reading something into that. But the next day was Sunday and we always go to church at the same Church as his parents. Then we go over to their place afterwards for Lunch. It's really a nice tradition that they have set up. So while we were there we began talking about our engagement, of course. (They even got us this beautiful picture frame as an engagement gift...) His Grandfather tells us that he hopes that the promises we've made to eachother, we'll keep for the rest of our lives. Dave's Grandmother chooses right then to pop up and say, Or at least decide to break it off now, before you make the next step.

Interesting reactions huh? lol. Well, his Grandmother is an old fashioned kind of woman who believes that you get married at 25 and have babies at 29, so maybe it's just going to take her a little while to get used to the idea that we're trend breakers! lol.

Wait til the family finds out the date!

The Proposal!

2005-03-16T16:43:00.000-08:00

When I first started writing up this blog it was just going to be a journal of sorts so my first post was a little bit out there! lol! But I decided to keep it on even though I changed the theme of my blog as an introduction to the craziness that is me! You SHOULD have a warning! It's only fair! lol!

But now, onto the wedding stuff!

I should start by recording that I'm happier than I've ever been when I'm with Dave. My fiance is an over grown kid at best. lol. But then, so am I. There's something about us, we're mature when we have to be but we know how to have a good time as well, even if that means acting like 4 year olds in my proper-family's presence! He fits me like a glove and I him like a snug condom. ;) We knew almost immediately that things between us were different than in the past two relationships we'd had with other people. I guess you could really say that the third time was the charm! So we made the adult decision to get engaged.

Now, while this may sound un-romantic to some of the females in our audience, it was wonderful to me. On Valentine's Day we decided that we had waited far too long to get engaged and so we went out, together, and picked out an engagement ring. It was nothing that fancy, but then I've always been a tank top and jeans kinda girl so I really don't need the 500 pound weight on my hand to mis match the rest of me either! lol! So, we picked up my ring. We both fell in love with it almost immediately. Then he did the meanest thing I have ever seen. He took it away from me!!! Basically what we decided was that we were ready to get engaged, so we went and picked a ring we both liked and that was in our budget, then made the agreement to give the ring back to him so that he could propose whenever he wanted to. So, I knew it was coming... I just didn't know when.

The rest of the day went by... and no proposal. But of course, what was I expecting... Valentine's Day would have been too obvious right? Everyone does it on Valentine's day!

February 15th came and went. We spent the whole day together. I kept watching him every time he reached into his pocket. And like the buggar he is, he fake proposed twice! lol! "Heather... I've got a question. Will you..... pass me the butter?" lol! But with all of the teasing, still no ring. Now I'm getting anxious!

February 16th... I woke up in the morning in his arms. *girlish sigh* We were on "spring break" that week so we decided that we were going to go out and DO something! lol! We went to this BEAUTIFUL conservation area that was near his house. We spent the entire morning hiking; climbing through the many winding trails caccooned in snow dusted trees, clicking pictures at every hill, valley or waterfall we came upon. Then finally at lunch time we climbed up this gigantic hill in the center of the park that over looked half of the city and ate our picnic lunch up there. Just after my first peanut butter and jelly sandwhich, he proposed. =D I couldn't have pictured a better day if I had imagined up the scenerio for one of my books! Then for the rest of the day I refused to put my glove back on! lol! I walked around with my left hand exposed, reddened by the winter air and turning numb but I didn't care! I had an ENGAGEMENT RING ON!!! *girlish scream*

So that's how the whole thing started. On a walk through the forest on a cold February Day.

Look A BLOG!

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Wow... would you look at this! It's my first BLOG! And all because I followed a link that was sent to me via a popup add. Well, you know you're bored when! lol.

My fiance's all worried that he's boring me now... well sweety the answer is YES! =P

So anyway since this is my first blog I thought it might not be a bad idea to say a little something about myself. I'm 19 and 11/12ths, I'm engaged to one of the most wonderful guys in the entire universe (even though he is a little boring at times...) and I'm currently in school looking to become a famous starving writer! Accompanied by my cat and my pet hamster, Vicious, I would one day also like to rule the world. And my husband, whom I will love dearly, will be the court juesture! Or the animal tamer, I'm not sure which.

Well, I really shouldn't be picking on my fiance. He's a good guy... he puts up with me afterall! So instead I'll pick on my hamster. Vicious is a gay wife beater. We believe he is gay because he just couldn't seem to get himself excited enough to do his wife for more than 3 seconds. But then, who knows maybe that's all hamster's need. But then, being sick and tired of not being the cute one, he decided to kill her. Hence the name Vicious! But we still love the gay murderering rodent. It occurs to me now that I'm not sure if animals can be gay... they are driven by the instinct to procreate, not have crazy wild sex. That's just a human development. But then, you never know now, do you?

So enough about my suspected-gay hamster. Let's talk instead about my school. I'm just finishing up my first year at a Christian University and it has been interesting to say the least. But out of that 'interesting' which I'm sure you will hear more about later... I found my fiance. So no matter how much I may bitch and moan about the school, just remember, not only did I meet the love of my life there,... but I also keep paying the over priced 5 digit tuition to go there! So it can't be all that bad!!!

Well... I think i have tortured my fiance long enough with my ramblings now. So I will sign off now and perhaps I'll even get bored, come back and write more another day! You never know with we writer types. We always seem to have something to say. Except for when we're not saying anything. ;)