Saturday, January 29, 2011


This lady is having the night of her life.

And you know what?

I will too!

Do you know why?

Because Colton and the guys are flying back to the states, and I'm meeting them at the airport tonight!

I'm buckling up for a road trip.

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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Wedding plans are on my mind!

I like to plan things!

I like to plan events!

I love to decorate!

I love dresses!

So this whole wedding-plans deal is a really happy experience for me.

We have a photographer. (One Love Photo... they're some of the only ones we've found who use film.)

I have a dress. (Yeah!)

We have a date, and a location. (Colton's family farm in Montgomery... It's beautiful, and only about an hour and a half away from his house. Around four from mine, but we were thinking a small-ish wedding anyway.)

I'm working on bridesmaid dresses... (I'm making a pool of twenty+ dresses in differents shades and prints of blue, and my bridesmaids will just pick out what they like! I like different hues and patterns mixed together.)

Colton is alot more interested in the plans than I thought he would be. I like that :)

Here are some pictures of the farm, (it's the same farm I've posted pictures of before) including some cute shots of Bryce and Kaity.

Colton and I are getting married under this perfect tree!

And this is the reception spot.

Hurray!!!! I love him. I love him!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Oh, my mister!

Well, I'm back in the swing of school here in Tennessee,
and my mister is in Haiti.


Yes, that's right. He's in Haiti.

He's filming a documentary for Hands and Feet, which is an organization that combats corrupt orphanages, rescues the children, and builds safe new places for them.

He's armed with a camera, a portable dolly called a flider or something, lots of water and energy bars, and his good friends Bryan and Bryce. (Bryce happens to be engaged to my good friend Kaity K.)

Now, about this engagement. (Mine, I mean!)

I was trying to wait until we had some pictures, but that might be awhile, so I'll just go ahead and tell you the scoop.

Basically, it's all about bluebirds. (Buckle your seat-belts... I'm really detail oriented.)
The first time I ever really, really talked to Colton was at Bryce and Kaity's halloween party. I dressed up as Middle Earth, he dressed up as the Son of Rambow. (Have you seen the movie? If you haven't, do.) I already had been developing a pretty wicked crush on him since the summer, but our conversations had been fairly limited to photography. But on the night of the party, we ended up sitting on an ice cooler talking about our families, adoption (His family has added four adopted children in the past few years), school, dreams, and other stuff. He tells me that he and the guys were going to the Symphony the next night, for the Halloween Boo-tacular. Later, I got back to the room. "Girls, we HAVE to go."
So we did! And it was lovely. I love the symphony, plus they had all these storm troopers marching around, and Dumbledore, and they played many macabre-inspired pieces that I was familiar with.
Afterwards, we headed over to the 24-hr diner to get some coffee and cheesecake. I discussed literature with Colton and his roommate Phillip, and Colton shared with us what a dismal week he had been having. (His car had been driven off a sort-of cliff by a fellow film-maker while working on a short (the guy was okay other than a head gash, but the car was not), his laptop had been stolen, and he scraped the top of his dad's truck while going into the parking garage for the concert). I decided to make a bold move...

I've always thought that bluebirds were lucky. (Ever since I saw a Shirley Temple movie about it at my grandma's house when I was a kid.) So I drew a bluebird on a card with my trusty prismacolors, and told Colton I hoped it would change his luck for the better. The day he got it, his laptop turned up!
After that, we started talking regularly and were dating within the next month or two.

Our year anniversary was on December 9th. Colton gave me a special letter with a big chunk cut out of the middle. A few days later, he gave me a similar letter. I began to get my hopes up.
On Early Christmas (caused annually by conflicting work schedules), I opened my gift from him and saw a hand-drawn bluebird. It said that I had convinced Colton that bluebirds were lucky, and that if I was lucky enough to find two more by December 25th, the day commonly known as Christmas, I might have much, much, more. Bingo! So then I was fairly certain what was coming.

The next Christmas celebration was on Christmas Eve at the Davies. I had another gift under the tree. It was a beautiful necklace with a bluebird inside, and another card inviting me to go on an after-dinner adventure. We bundled up and set out in the forest, built a fort out of sheets and chairs, and ate cookies and milk - a recreation of the first date I planned for us. He handed me a flashlight and told me to explore. After some scrambling over rocks and pushing through foliage, I finally saw something hanging from a tree... it was a watercolor painting (of a bluebird, naturally) that I had made for Colton ages ago. On the back were pasted the cut-out pieces of the letters. Once I got done reading them, Colton pulled out of his coat the last of the bluebird cards. It said, basically, that I was the One. And that I always talk about having all things in common, but there were two things he still wanted to share with me - a home and a name. I cried, and he cried, and we stood there for a long time, and then he took out the ring.

We're getting married!

Wedding plans to come later :)

Friday, January 14, 2011


Gosh, guys.

It seems like I'm the most inconsistent blogger to ever have a blog.


In other news, I've decided to turn over a new leaf health-wise.
I've always been really skinny (sometimes tooooo skinny! I looked like Gollum in high school), but I'm certainly not in shape.

I get winded walking across the parking lot to chapel.


In order to try and build my mister a hot honeymoon bod (I mean, really. It's such a good incentive to be a little more trimmed and toned when you know someone is going to see you NAKED in six months. How weird!) I've been working out a little and trying to make wiser food decisions!

I'm terribly proud of myself, because I love, love, love food. I love it.
So I certainly can't sacrifice taste and that nice luxurious feeling when you're eating something divine.

I've been eating a lot of artisan lettuce with lots of dried fruit and a homemade dressing (lemon, zest, olive oil, pepper, ginger, a little sugar). I'm trying to use less butter when I'm cooking (which is probably the hardest thing. I love butter) and trying to drink water with every meal. (Although I'm still allowing myself a morning coffee. And possibly an evening coffee.)

Also, I've been doing a pretty intense yoga video (I can do the crow!) and yesterday I did 75 lunges and some crunches and tricep things and curls. Plus, I went sort-of snowboarding for a few hours in the, might I suggest, ridiculous blanket of snow on the ground. Hello... this is Tennessee. I have not been snowed in since 1993, and I didn't like it one bit. (Except I admit it's very pretty and I like to play in it. However, it prevented me from getting to the store, so I had to eat only oranges, coffee, plain rice, and stale crackers for two days.)

Let's hope I can keep it up!

More about engagement later.