114 days to go...

I've been MIA from blogging for the past week, because aside from school, work, looking for a job, etc, wedding planning has taken over my life. That's right--I'm engaged!

So for the journaling/self-indulgent purposes of this blog, here is how it all went down.


We planned on reading a conference talk each day this week, and Andre mentioned he wanted to read that day’s talk at a spot he found on a run on the Provo River. Didn’t think anything of it. I showed up at his apartment for dinner on Tuesday (totally normal), but he said he had started it late and it wouldn’t be ready for 30 minutes (very unnormal), so he said we should go read the talk first. Ok. He acted confused and had to find driving directions on his phone, but we made it to the park and walked along the river trail to another, quainter park. 

We crossed the bridge, played Pooh Sticks, checked out the duck pond, then went to find a bench to sit and read. I figured we were looking for a private bench to discuss the talk, so I didn’t think much as we walked into the clump of trees. Andre picked out a bench that happened to have his piano keyboard on it, and then I knew what was up. He played me Train’s “Marry Me”, which was wonderful. Half-way though I realized this would be a really dumb move if he wasn’t proposing.

After the song he got quiet (I later found out his mind blanked and he forgot the speech he had prepared), said some cute things, then proposed, then got on one knee (in that order). I was shocked and thrilled and said yes right away and we were just so so happy. Then he sang me a song he wrote for me, which was lovely and we soaked up the moment, then headed back for a delicious dinner (that had been ready the entire time, that sneaky boy) and to talk to our families.

We are so so so excited and probably haven’t stopped smiling since. We are planning for July 28th in Seattle and just can’t wait!

party pooper

story time.
slightly disgusting.
names have not been changed to protect the guilty...I want everyone to know who they are.

today was cinco de mayo.
tonight, dear ashley and I go looking for our ward's cinco de mayo party, but it was m.i.a., so we headed over to matthew's apartment, but by the time we found out he wasn't home, it was too late to make a quick exit.
His (somewhat creepy) roommates asked if we wanted to see they chickens. we were intrigued. who grows chickens in a provo apartment? well, these guys do, in a big plastic bin on their balcony. for the eggs, they said. two birds, one month old--Buttercup and Titus. Roommate #2 asked if I wanted to hold a chicken. Intrigued and wanting to commune with nature, I picked up a bird (Titus, the more dominant of the two). Its beak was super close to my face, and there might have been some freaking out involved, but I held the bird for quite some time. I thought we bonded, but apparently not.
All of the sudden, I look down and am covered in chicken poop. honestly, probably chicken diarrhea. The grossest thing I have ever smelled and way too much from a small bird.
All down my shirt, my new tan skirt and on my feet.
sick nasty.
Ashley left, doubled over in laughter, and I took toilet paper from creepy roommate #1 to "clean up the chunks" as he put it, before running home to soak my clothes.
I think its safe to say matthew can come visit us from now on. Even now as I type, the smell of chicken poop still haunts my memory.

I might not ever be the same.
but it gives a new mean to the phrase "party pooper"