Bouquet fit for a fall wedding

I love it.

A lot.

I take it out of the box just to look at it.

Daily.

So what? I can if I want to!

Such warm, harvest-y, yummy colors.

November, please just be here.

My Burden Was Made Light

No matter what faith you belong to, please take a few moments to watch this. I promise you won't regret it. It is incredible to me- the healing balm of the Savior and the power of forgiveness. I have so much to learn and apply.

Nom nom nommmmm

Three words: CHOBANI. GREEK. YOGURT

Have you all EVER had this container of O-mazzingness???

Basically, it's bff's with my taste buds

And get this...

You ready for it???

It's good for you TOO!

Try it.

I'm telling you for your own good.

Sooooo many nommy flavors!

Yes, I did just say "nommy"

I'm sure it's got to be in Urban Dictionary by now.

It's legit.

2 legit 2 quit.

Rekindled friendship

Good news, folks:

1. Mister Postman and I are still friends.

2. Jordan Kendall remains the most amazing (and handsome) man on the planet.

2. My cup runneth over with love and awe.

Life. Is. GOODA....you know, like the cheese??

Dink-dink-dink...anyone there?

Someone look up "gouda" please.

Get it now???

Anyways...what was I talking about?

That's right- Fact: Jordan Kendall is amazing.

...and really, really, REALLY attractive.

Night all!

Mister postman

I sometimes get a letter on Fridays, usually Saturdays. This week...i haven't received one yet.

On this Monday, i'm giddy to go home to a letter from my lovey-love.

Mister Postman, don't let me down.

Slightly pathetic? Nah.

Well...maybe to everyone else.

I'm okay with that.

I'll let you know by the end of the day if the postman and I are still friends.

Part of me

Helen Keller once said, "All that we love deeply becomes a part of us."

I believe that.

Because this guy right here is part of who I am.

I love him.

Deeply.

We're getting there.

I'm ready to see his handsome face rather than his handwriting.

But i'll keep waiting...because he is so worth it.

Stuck

I'm feeling it...stress. Or to be more specific, wedding stress. See, this is what happens when you are neither crafty nor creative. When forced to be such; anxiety, heightened body temperature, tightening of the stomach, and sleepless nights are sure to settle in. What is worse than said stress, you ask? An equal inability to ask for help. Enter: amazing family members. My Aunt Angela, who is quite possibly the most cool and calm woman I've ever met, is willing to let me spew out all my random decorating ideas to her, in hopes of putting our heads together and coming up with a plan. My amazz-za-zing cousin, Kris, has listened to my rantings of creative ineptness and has assured me that she will do all she can to make sure all will go smoothly, despite my anal-retentiveness. My Uncle Jeff has agreed to do our ring ceremony, and i'll be honest, just knowing he'll be there lowers my blood pressure significantly.

Moral: Though clearly spastic, I am a blessed woman.



Excuse me while I go practice not stressing.