Gettin Hitched!

Ok everyone! I am getting married. As you may have discovered by my last, ridiculously long, blog. Anyhow, I started a new Evan & Sarah blog. You can find it at:

http://teamevrah.blogspot.com

I will be updating there now, so come on over!

SUPER BLOG

It has been a little while since I posted anything... ok a big while. And lots of exciting things have happened!

Like: I went to visit my family for a few weeks and Amber came to visit me and then we went to Idaho to play with her fun family! That was a good break, it much needed and the length was just right I think.

Also: I was officially accepted into graduate school! Of course this messed with my financial aid, but I think everything is starting to clean itself out.
And: I got a new job! I nanny twice a week for a family. Just 1 little girl (about 8 months) so we play, we nap, we have a great time.

Let's see, what else? OH YEAH! I'M ENGAGED!!



That's right bloggers- sweet little me has landed herself a fiance. Soon to be husband. :)

I think most people have heard the story from one of us, but I'm gonna tell it again and add some little tidbits that may have been left out of some stories. Mostly for my own good, I have yet to write it down!

Setting: January 23rd, 2010. There was a high of 47 that par

tly cloudy Saturday. (Yeah, I looked it up... so what?) The sunset was at 5:34 (Evan looked it up)

Prologue: Evan and I had been talking about the possibility of getting married for a few months. However, anytime I brought up a timeline he said, "I'm workin on it." [*chuckling*] So I just gave up on expecting it to come anytime soon.

A few days before the proposal, Evan made a comment that we hadn't gone out on a nice date in a while. So he said, "You get dressed up and I'll take you out to dinner. We'll go to your favorite restaurant." I guess that should have been clue #1. Especially considering a few days prior he had - what I thought was jokingly- said, "You wear a size 12 rin

g, right?" To which I corrected him, "No, remember? a six!"

Well, I couldn't pick a favorite restaurant, because I don't have on

e. I have a handful of places I like to go, but it just depends on my mood. We decided on Sticky Rice since we both felt a taste of sushi would be nice.

Friday night, I went to dinner at Dave & Busters with Evan and his family. I was sitting next to him, on the corner of the table. He kept getting text messages and turning this phone away from me. Now, usually I don't look at his texts, I don't need to. But he has never outright denied me the opportunity. It just struck my curiosity so I started giving him a look like "whacha doin?" He looked at me and said "Do not look at my phone." It didn't really bother me, it just made me more curious. But I let it go. I figured he was planning so

mething up and I didn't want to spoil the surprise. Clue #2

Saturday I was expecting him to come visit before our date, then I

got a call that he wasn't coming cause he was, "running errands." I made a joke about him spending too much time with his second girlfriend and then he said he would pick me up around 4:30. Clue #3 (kinda, it wasn't really out of the ordinary, but added with the other recent events.)

He finally came to pick me up and we were ready to go! Ok, Clue #4- he grabbed a coat he had left at my apartment, went out to his car, then came back. Again, not too crazy, but how often do people come in to grab a coat and then go back outside for just a minute?

So, we drive downtown and then he says "we just need to make a

quick stop." And we start heading toward the river, which I kno

w means Belle Isle. (Clue #5a)

Side note- When Evan and I first started spending time together we went dow to Belle Isle in the mornings and read before I went to work. It was really relaxing and casual and soon lead to us dating. Then after we broke and got past the whole 'we used to date' thing and started being friends again we made our way down to the river to spend warm days under the sun :). There was also one time we went to watch the sunrise over the pedestrian bridge. (It was overcast and cold... so no luck)

We get to Belle Isle and I noticed it was getting dark and began a typical round of "remember when" questioning. "Hey! Remember that time we watched the sunrise from the bridge?" To which Evan responded, "Yes, that's kinda the memory I was going for." So me all smiley he walks me down the path (at a pretty break neck pace might I add) getting towards the area where less and less people are, and less places to get to the river. FINALLY He picks some bushes to walk through, dragging me down the path with branches whipping back at me (ok, a little exaggerated, but not too much). And then the bushes thin out, and there right before my eyes I see: An overturned tree with a blanket over it, two martini glasses with rose petals in them, rose petals all over the ground, candles (illegal), and a fire pit with a duralog. I looked at him and he said, "Surprise! I wanted to do something nice for you since we haven't in a while."

So we were sitting, sipping sparkling cider, and watching the sunset. It was a wonderful prelude to a date. I was freezing though, and hungry. So while I enjoyed every minute of our slightly illegal romantic date prelude, I was getting ready to be in a heated room. Evan got up and asked if I was ready to leave for dinner. Relieved he didn't decide to picnic dinner I said yes and started to get up to help him. He said, "No, no, you stay and relax, I'll get this." So he picked up his sister's backpack (which was stashed behind a tree) and as he began to pick things up noticed something in the pocket. "What's in here?" (it wasn't an engagement ring). He unzipped the pocket and pulled out a large, padded, square of something. "What is this?" he panicked. [Darn my need to look at everything!] "Honey, that's a pad." "huh?" "A pad. Like... a maxi-pad?" "OH NO!" and dropped the bag down to the ground. Meanwhile, I am laughing hysterically, and he is trying to wipe the cooties off of his hands (It wasn't like it was a used one... he just gets uncomfortable about those things).

From my seat on the overturned tree, laughing myself silly, I continued with a round of "remember whens." "Remember that time you put your hand in my coat pocket and insisted on figuring out what was in there even though I told you to leave them alone and it was a tampon?" More laughing.

"Remember that time you were digging through the refrigerator and you just had to know what was in every corner and drawer and bag and you found birth control?"

More laughing.

Evan, wondering how he was going to come back from this teasing session, suggested I try to remember some 'happier' things. So I decided on: "Remember that time you kissed me by the river?" To which he responded with "yeah, that was nice" and then kissed me. As we were standing there, enjoying the presence of each other and the setting sun, Evan threw one in- "Remember that time I proposed to you at the river?"

Now, obviously I didn't since it hadn't happened yet. So I said no. This is when the out of body experience started. It was like, I knew what was happening but I had no control over it, but I did, but not. It was weird. In the good way. But for some reason I was still a little unbelieving that it was happening until-

Evan said, "well you might now." And got down on one knee. I looked into his eyes and could see just NERVOUSness all over him. Being the observer he is, he took a scan of the surroundings to try and calm himself I suppose, and he looked back at me and said, "gosh, there's a guy watching." So we paused for a minute, to give the scary bum a chance to walk away. I put my hands on Evan's neck and could feel his heart RACING. Like, 300 beats a minute kind of racing. like he had just run two miles.

Well, scary bum didn't leave so Evan decided to just go on with his speech. Which went as follows:

"Sarah, I want you to know that I really love you a lot and I look forward to spending the rest of my lief with you and so I have to ask you, Will you marry me?"

I said yes and-relieved- he said "then you can have this!" And pulled out a ring. It's beautiful by the way. :)

Eventually the bum left and we finished packing up and left Belle Isle as the sun continued to set. By the time we got to the bridge it was dark and we walking pretty quick because it was also COLD.

We went to sticky rice after that and then started our weekly tradition of cheesecake friday. Every friday we get one piece of cheesecake, until we have tried every one on the list. We predict we should be done about mid october. There are like 40 desserts on this list. But it is something for us to look forward too. And who knows, maybe once we finish we can have baskin robbins friday and try every ice cream flavor.

Ok, THAT is the story. It took me a few days to finish, but I finally did and I am proud!!

Sorry if it was long and boring for you, but it was more for me anyhow!

Packing is my nemesis

I honestly cannot stand packing. Going to my place of origin is enough, but also moving at the same time. It's like a packing overload. The good thing about it? I finally did my laundry AND folded it AND put it away.

Now, here's the thing about going 'home.' Airlines now charge you to check baggage. Really? I mean, COME ON. I don't want to pay to take a suitcase so OF COURSE I'm going to try to fit three weeks of my life into one carryon (suitcase) and one 'personal item.' (read: gym bag. Take that airline people!) I suppose it is only $15, given you check in online at home, but when you are traveling on four separate flights, it adds up pretty quick. $45 simply to take clothes with me? I feel like I should be allowed to check stuff for free because they can't possibly expect a 20 something college GIRL to pack only the essentials for three weeks. However, I managed to make it work. I got three pairs of pants, 12 shirts, three sweaters, four pairs of shoes, pajamas, scarf, gloves, and make-up in my one suitcase. That leaves my computer and reading materials + electronics for my personal item. With room to spare. There is good possibility I will repack to lighten the gym bag load, simply because I like to put my feet in front of me.

As far as packing to move: IT TAKES FOREVER! You can work and work and work and you think you have gotten SO MUCH done because one corner is all cleared out, then you look behind you. In the big picture, nothing has gotten done. Some how you have managed to pack up six boxes and your room still looks full. Anyone that was not part of the packing process probably doesn't even notice. EVen more than I dislike packing, is my dislike of unpacking. I don't like making decisions about where things go. It takes too long. My plan this time though is to finish unpacking before it is time to move again :)
I am almost positive I will run out of boxes before I finish, but I suppose that is where suitcases and laundry baskets come into play.

The fun part about this move is I get to pack everything up and get my room all cleaned and when I come back it will magically have appeared in a new home! I find this exciting- leave for a couple weeks come home to an apartment full of boxes. I think I mostly enjoy not carrying boxes from house to car to house. Thank you elves for your help this christmas season!

Anyhow, the main point of this blog post is to waste time so I don't have to start packing. Which is not good. I have the rest of today and tomorrow to finish :) Had I started strong last week I might actually be close to finished. Oh well! We can't have everything in life. I'll be off to pack now.

Home Sweet Home

It sure is nice to sit in my own room on my own bed after spending five days sharing an air mattress on the floor of someone else's office. Followed by a 19 hour car trip. YIKES! Ahhh.

You know those times when you build up an event only to have exactly the opposite happen? Man I hate that.

Well, I should probably not waster anymore time. I must get myself prepared for tomorrow and off to bed so I can start this crazy next couple of weeks.

Hello December and thank you for keeping yourself exciting!

I'm happy.

That is all my people.

Ponderings.

This morning, I had a really awesome conversation with my roommates about the Book of Mormon. I had decided I would do my scripture study at the table, where Amber had started hers. Stephanie was cooking breakfast. As new ideas were being shouted out we just kept talking and discussing and it was amazing. I love that when I read and study the scriptures, and especially when I am able to talk about them (I think you learn more when you talk about it. At least I do) I feel so close and in tune with the Spirit. It makes knowing things and feeling good about decisions that much easier. As long as you choose to follow it! Listening is important, I know this, and I must follow my own teachings! That's one of the things I learned in my scripture study this morning. It's one thing to teach something. It's another completely to then live it and demonstrate it to those you teach. And that is what counts even more.

Frito Lay

Over and over I tell myself I will eat healthy food!
Honestly, I enjoy 'healthy' foods. I like fruit. I like vegetables. I like when my meals have a good variety in them. That isn't my problem. My problem is that these fruits and vegetables and breads are only in their prime eatability for a few days. Which means more trips to the grocery store. Where as highly processed foods - such as everything made by frito lay - keep forever! And it's still delicious! That is where my problem is. I still have food in the house, so why go buy more? I prefer to just eat what I have until it is completely gone. And then go. But I suppose that is not the way to do it. And that is not eating balanced meals.
But they are balanced, for the first couple days when the perishables have not yet perished.

I will continue to try, but those delicious pieces of fried... something... are calling to me.