Well readers, I'm coming clean. The first few months of my impending marriage will be spent in the basement of Skyler's parents' house. Yeah. I'm not exactly thrilled about it. The idea of starting our life together on our own, where I take care of my husband and he takes care of me, and we figure things out on our own.
Well, maybe after a few months of saving and paying off some stuff we'll be able to make a go of it.
Anyway, after some hours of cleaning and moving things around, Sky and I started painting our future "love nest" today. It took four coats of primer in one room just to cover the navy blue stripes that covered the bottom half of the walls in one room, and we put on one coat of paint in our future bedroom. I can happily announce that it is going to be a cheery shade of "Summer Town." The bottom half of the walls will be a nice deep teal for a punch of color. It'll look really good when it's all done. After the painting is done then we'll just have to change out the molding, see about adding crown molding and the molding around the middle of the room, and then carpet/flooring.
Then comes the furniture. We're going to get everything all set up so that when we come back from the honeymoon it's all ready for us.
We're thinking San Diego. :-)
43 days until the wedding. Yeah, I'm freaking out a little. I'm starting to worry whether or not I'm ready, or if I'm cut out for this, or if anything changes with us if he'll still feel the same way about me, or me about him. What if I'm infertile? What if he is? What if I'm in a tragic accident and become permanently disfigured? What if I get some sort of chronic illness and he has to take care of me? What if something happens and I gain a bunch of weight?
Maybe it's just cold feet. I don't know, I've never been in this situation before. I love Skyler. I do. I want to marry him. I want nothing more than to wake up next to him every morning, fall asleep next to him every night, eventually have his children, build a life with him, make a home for him, grow old with him. I do. More than anything. I'm just so...nervous. This is the biggest step a person can take in their life, and here I am, at the tender age of 22, taking this step.
The funny part is it's with someone that, a year ago I didn't even give a thought to.
At any rate, here I am. I'm stepping into this whole new life. New name, new address, new family, I'm even getting a new phone number.
Keep it real readers.
The random, often far-too-honest ramblings of everyone's favorite "chicken".
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Lookin' Good
Well readers, let me catch you up.
Last week was spring break, which I started by hitting the ground running. I cleaned out my entire 12 sq. ft. closet and donated four garbage bags of clothes and shoes to the D.I.. Then my shelves collapsed on me, so I rebuild them and put everything back on them.
It took all of about a day and a half, and most of it occurred in the middle of the night. I don't sleep well when I'm in the middle of projects.
Anyway, my mother convinced me into heading down to Phoenix for a couple of days to visit my aunt. We left on Wednesday night after I got off work, which turned out to be around 9:30. We, meaning my mother, my big brother Rob, and me, got to Flagstaff around 1:30 in the morning, where we spent the night. It was quite the coup, because we all got our own bed, and Rob even got his own little room, which worked out pretty awesome for my mother and me because he snores like a helicopter.
We hit the road around 10 the next morning, and made it to my aunt's house around 1:30. We spent the better part of that day just catching up, and I had to show my aunt some of our wedding stuff (i.e. the dress, bridesmaid dresses, shoes, venues, engagements, the ring, the cake, etc.), which she just gushed over. Hooray for good taste!
The next few days were intense. We saw the famous "Mystery Castle" built by a man during the depression on the outskirts of the city. It turns out he was diagnosed with tuberculosis, so he left his wife and daughter in Oregon and moved to Phoenix. He ended up living for a number of years after that, and died of a heart attack in 1945 (apparently he was misdiagnosed). When word traveled to his family of his passing, and that he had left this pretty epic house in the middle of the desert to them, they immediately picked up and moved to Phoenix and into the house. They lived in it for 65 years. Well, his daughter did. His wife died in 1970. His daughter just passed away last November at the age of 87.
Then we did a little shopping. I was on the hunt for the perfect purse, and I had to find something adorable and age-appropriate for my aunt. She's a little fashionably challenged.
The next day Rob and I were tired of sitting around the house all morning so we grabbed my mom's droid and went on our own adventure around the city. First we headed to Tempe, but it was completely crazy because of Spring Break at ASU. Our journey then took us to Scottsdale, which wasn't much better because of Spring Training (don't tell my dad!). There were people in baseball jerseys everywhere. Talk about insane.
We ended our adventure at the Mesa Temple, where we enjoyed the fresh air that was heavy with the smell of citrus. We learned that all over the grounds are orange, grapefruit, and one kumquat tree. It was really cool, and it was nice to get in a little spiritual edification.
After that we were spent, and headed back to the house where we had turkey dinner.
I was welcomed home the next evening with some awesome snuggle action from my luscious fiancée. All was right with the world.
Well readers, after almost a solid two months, I'm happy to announce that Operation Ocean Sunrise Neptune is still in full swing, and is still successful. I feel good, I look good, and now Sky is really starting to like what he sees. I still have those words he said to me just before new year's burned in the back of my brain, and I can't help but still feel self-conscious when he looks at me. I still have this nagging fear that he's going to look at me that first night and be completely repulsed by what he sees.
Anyway, keep it real readers.
Last week was spring break, which I started by hitting the ground running. I cleaned out my entire 12 sq. ft. closet and donated four garbage bags of clothes and shoes to the D.I.. Then my shelves collapsed on me, so I rebuild them and put everything back on them.
It took all of about a day and a half, and most of it occurred in the middle of the night. I don't sleep well when I'm in the middle of projects.
Anyway, my mother convinced me into heading down to Phoenix for a couple of days to visit my aunt. We left on Wednesday night after I got off work, which turned out to be around 9:30. We, meaning my mother, my big brother Rob, and me, got to Flagstaff around 1:30 in the morning, where we spent the night. It was quite the coup, because we all got our own bed, and Rob even got his own little room, which worked out pretty awesome for my mother and me because he snores like a helicopter.
We hit the road around 10 the next morning, and made it to my aunt's house around 1:30. We spent the better part of that day just catching up, and I had to show my aunt some of our wedding stuff (i.e. the dress, bridesmaid dresses, shoes, venues, engagements, the ring, the cake, etc.), which she just gushed over. Hooray for good taste!
The next few days were intense. We saw the famous "Mystery Castle" built by a man during the depression on the outskirts of the city. It turns out he was diagnosed with tuberculosis, so he left his wife and daughter in Oregon and moved to Phoenix. He ended up living for a number of years after that, and died of a heart attack in 1945 (apparently he was misdiagnosed). When word traveled to his family of his passing, and that he had left this pretty epic house in the middle of the desert to them, they immediately picked up and moved to Phoenix and into the house. They lived in it for 65 years. Well, his daughter did. His wife died in 1970. His daughter just passed away last November at the age of 87.
Then we did a little shopping. I was on the hunt for the perfect purse, and I had to find something adorable and age-appropriate for my aunt. She's a little fashionably challenged.
The next day Rob and I were tired of sitting around the house all morning so we grabbed my mom's droid and went on our own adventure around the city. First we headed to Tempe, but it was completely crazy because of Spring Break at ASU. Our journey then took us to Scottsdale, which wasn't much better because of Spring Training (don't tell my dad!). There were people in baseball jerseys everywhere. Talk about insane.
We ended our adventure at the Mesa Temple, where we enjoyed the fresh air that was heavy with the smell of citrus. We learned that all over the grounds are orange, grapefruit, and one kumquat tree. It was really cool, and it was nice to get in a little spiritual edification.
After that we were spent, and headed back to the house where we had turkey dinner.
I was welcomed home the next evening with some awesome snuggle action from my luscious fiancée. All was right with the world.
Well readers, after almost a solid two months, I'm happy to announce that Operation Ocean Sunrise Neptune is still in full swing, and is still successful. I feel good, I look good, and now Sky is really starting to like what he sees. I still have those words he said to me just before new year's burned in the back of my brain, and I can't help but still feel self-conscious when he looks at me. I still have this nagging fear that he's going to look at me that first night and be completely repulsed by what he sees.
Anyway, keep it real readers.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Strange Things Are Happening To Me
Readers, the changes people undergo because of love are astounding.
In the past eight or so months, I've gone from an untouchable, tough-as-nails woman to this soft, sensitive, concerned, compassionate little softy. I miss people now. I cry actual tears.
I don't even know who I am anymore.
Tonight was the first night in four days where I got to see Skyler, and when it was time to say goodnight I felt such loss as he drove away. I was devastated. I cried all the way home. Sobbed is actually a more accurate description. I felt so empty. Just retelling this is making me have that lump in my throat all over again.
Holy cow readers. How could I let this happen to me.
Anyway, keep it real.
In the past eight or so months, I've gone from an untouchable, tough-as-nails woman to this soft, sensitive, concerned, compassionate little softy. I miss people now. I cry actual tears.
I don't even know who I am anymore.
Tonight was the first night in four days where I got to see Skyler, and when it was time to say goodnight I felt such loss as he drove away. I was devastated. I cried all the way home. Sobbed is actually a more accurate description. I felt so empty. Just retelling this is making me have that lump in my throat all over again.
Holy cow readers. How could I let this happen to me.
Anyway, keep it real.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Growing Eminently Closer
Well readers, the wedding day is fast approaching. We are officially at nine weeks and five days until I trade in my cushy protected life in my parents' home, and thrust myself into adult responsibility by becoming Skyler's wife forever. Am I nervous? You better believe it. Am I excited? Even moreso than I am nervous.
I'm excited to start our life together. Getting used to living with someone new, sharing a bed, figuring out how to do things on my own with my husband, it all sounds so thrilling to me.
Not to mention the sex. That is certainly going to be an experience.
Speaking of which, I find it harder and harder every day to keep myself under control. Every time I look at him I want to touch him, and when I touch him I want to kiss him, and when I kiss him, well, let's not finish that train of thought. Let's just say these next few months are going to be pretty long. So far I'm doing good, but I'm a hot-blooded woman, and I want my man. So bad. Every night I tell him goodnight and leave him to go home, my heart sinks a little as I pray for time to go by faster so that the night will come where I say goodnight, and then lay down next to him.
67 more days...or nights, rather. ;-)
Keep it real readers.
I'm excited to start our life together. Getting used to living with someone new, sharing a bed, figuring out how to do things on my own with my husband, it all sounds so thrilling to me.
Not to mention the sex. That is certainly going to be an experience.
Speaking of which, I find it harder and harder every day to keep myself under control. Every time I look at him I want to touch him, and when I touch him I want to kiss him, and when I kiss him, well, let's not finish that train of thought. Let's just say these next few months are going to be pretty long. So far I'm doing good, but I'm a hot-blooded woman, and I want my man. So bad. Every night I tell him goodnight and leave him to go home, my heart sinks a little as I pray for time to go by faster so that the night will come where I say goodnight, and then lay down next to him.
67 more days...or nights, rather. ;-)
Keep it real readers.
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