It's been 3 weeks since I wrote last, so I thought I would say something short and sweet. So here ya go!
Not too much has been going on. I had a "welcome to my apartment" party this past weekend. It was a fun time with friends. Thanks to all who came, or tried to come. I plan on having another soon, for people who couldn't make the last one, and for others.
Other news, wedding planning is a GO. Eric already has his Save the Date's out. I'm working on them this weekend (maybe). I know, I need to get it together. Also, I'm going home this weekend to research more sites for the reception. I have also been thinking about going dress looking. I say looking because I will not be buying anything anytime soon. I just want to see what's out there and what I like, since I don't have any idea.
At school, we have been testing all this week during the morning, so everything had been a bit scattered, especially my brain. However, while the students are working on their tests for 30 minutes at a time, I'm getting a ton done! That is the only nice part.
Have a good weekend! (Too bad it's only the middle of the week)
-Brina
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A Ticket and A Ring
Hey folks! I know I haven't been around in awhile, but things have been pretty crazy. School started and these kids seem to take a lot out of me. When I get home at night, I just want to crash. I sit down in front of the TV, then I get up to make dinner, (which I put in the microwave), consume it back in front of the TV, get up to throw it away. Then sit back down till I get ready for bed. Now doesn't that sound exciting?
So as you know this past weekend was Labor Day, and for the 3-day weekend, I headed up to EW's. I left school at exactly 3:30, and started on my way. I have never gone up to his place from school, so I wasn't for sure about the surroundings. On my way through a small town, I received my first speeding ticket. EVER. Now let me be clear, I DO NOT SPEED. Really. But since it was a new town, I swear I didn't know the limits. I saw the 40 mph, and then I saw the cop about a half-mile down the road. I looked down and I knew it would be bad. I was going 50. So I was pulled over, and I told the officer. I thought he would give me a warning being it my FIRST EVER TIME being pulled over. Nope, not a chance. He knew I had a clean record because he said I could put the ticket in my scrapbook. Jerk.
After I get back on the road, I call EW to complain about the ticket, and he tells me he's at Best Buy looking at computers. Say What? "You knew I was coming, and what the heck are you out when I'm supposed to be there in an hour!" Obviously I wasn't happy.
I'm still on my way up to EW's (going the speed limit the rest of the way) and when I get to my exit off I-55, I made a wrong turn and end up at a dead end. Now I've been up there several times in the past 3 1/2 years, and I know where I'm going, but I think the whole ticket thing threw me off. Then when I do get to the right road and right sub-division, I totally drive by his house. Of course there are people outside watching, so I can't just back up. I drive around this large block and finally make it to the right house.
Fast forward 20 minutes. EW and I are in the basement, I still have my sun-glasses on, and need my other glasses. He said he would go get my purse, and I followed. When I get to the dining room table my purse is zipped shut. I don't zip my purse shut. So I un-zip it and there sits a ring box. As my mind races, my phone rings. It's my friend Lis (also future bride's maid) So I pretend to go downstairs and talk to her, but really I'm freaking and asking what the heck I should do.
Fast Forward 5 more minutes. I hang up with Lis, and EW is just standing there in front of me. He wants me to open it, but I'm speechless. I'm afraid to open it. This isn't the way it was supposed to be. I hate surprises. But, at last, I open it up and there is a BEAUTIFUL diamond ring staring back at me. WOW! What do I say? I think I'll keep it, and him.
Just a side-note. EW was not in fact at Best Buy, he was out buying the ring, the sales-woman had to drive to another town to get it sized. It took about 4 hours in all. If I hadn't gotten a ticket, and then taken so long to get there, EW wouldn't have been able to get the ring then. Honestly, I believe a Higher Power intervened on Ew's behalf. I give all the credit to God on this one. :)
Well friends, that's how it happened. That's how I became the future Mrs. EW.
So long bf/fiance/lover............here comes husband!
Brina*
So as you know this past weekend was Labor Day, and for the 3-day weekend, I headed up to EW's. I left school at exactly 3:30, and started on my way. I have never gone up to his place from school, so I wasn't for sure about the surroundings. On my way through a small town, I received my first speeding ticket. EVER. Now let me be clear, I DO NOT SPEED. Really. But since it was a new town, I swear I didn't know the limits. I saw the 40 mph, and then I saw the cop about a half-mile down the road. I looked down and I knew it would be bad. I was going 50. So I was pulled over, and I told the officer. I thought he would give me a warning being it my FIRST EVER TIME being pulled over. Nope, not a chance. He knew I had a clean record because he said I could put the ticket in my scrapbook. Jerk.
After I get back on the road, I call EW to complain about the ticket, and he tells me he's at Best Buy looking at computers. Say What? "You knew I was coming, and what the heck are you out when I'm supposed to be there in an hour!" Obviously I wasn't happy.
I'm still on my way up to EW's (going the speed limit the rest of the way) and when I get to my exit off I-55, I made a wrong turn and end up at a dead end. Now I've been up there several times in the past 3 1/2 years, and I know where I'm going, but I think the whole ticket thing threw me off. Then when I do get to the right road and right sub-division, I totally drive by his house. Of course there are people outside watching, so I can't just back up. I drive around this large block and finally make it to the right house.
Fast forward 20 minutes. EW and I are in the basement, I still have my sun-glasses on, and need my other glasses. He said he would go get my purse, and I followed. When I get to the dining room table my purse is zipped shut. I don't zip my purse shut. So I un-zip it and there sits a ring box. As my mind races, my phone rings. It's my friend Lis (also future bride's maid) So I pretend to go downstairs and talk to her, but really I'm freaking and asking what the heck I should do.
Fast Forward 5 more minutes. I hang up with Lis, and EW is just standing there in front of me. He wants me to open it, but I'm speechless. I'm afraid to open it. This isn't the way it was supposed to be. I hate surprises. But, at last, I open it up and there is a BEAUTIFUL diamond ring staring back at me. WOW! What do I say? I think I'll keep it, and him.
Just a side-note. EW was not in fact at Best Buy, he was out buying the ring, the sales-woman had to drive to another town to get it sized. It took about 4 hours in all. If I hadn't gotten a ticket, and then taken so long to get there, EW wouldn't have been able to get the ring then. Honestly, I believe a Higher Power intervened on Ew's behalf. I give all the credit to God on this one. :)
Well friends, that's how it happened. That's how I became the future Mrs. EW.
So long bf/fiance/lover............here comes husband!
Brina*
Friday, August 14, 2009
"Frankly My Dear,
I don't give a damn." I love that movie. Every time I watch it, I always hope that Rhett comes running back, and they live happily-ever-after. I even used to pretend to be Miss Scarlett O'Hara. She was a vicious, scheming, yet charming Southern Belle, and I wanted to be her soo bad. Ahhh, childhood fantasies.
Well, I was supposed to be at my little place in Kickadonkey tonight. As you have probably guessed, I'm still at home due to some sort of nasal-congestion thing going on. I woke up this morning barely able to swallow. Now my head is all stuffed up, and my glands must be sore since I can't seem to move my neck without radiating pain. LOVELY.
Since I have nothing else better to do, except pack, I thought I would type out another one of these before I go into technology seclusion.
I'm not sure what made me think of the title for tonight. Ok, yes I do, but I don't feel like sharing my "don't give a damn" anger. It's been a pretty stressful year thus far, and I have a feeling it's going to get worse before it gets better. Sorry, I'm being a Debbie Downer. Overall, life is good. I have a job, an apartment, a bf/fiance/lover (who has an interview this week-yay!), and a great family, so really I am blessed. But you know, there are always those little things that you wish you could change so life would be a little bit better. There, I switched to Mary Mediocre. It's the best I can do people!
New Topic: Time to take my pills. I'm already on enough pills that I need one of those weekly pill containers just to keep track of everything. Now with this sickness I've got going on, I have to make sure I spread out all my meds. I end up taking pills every few hours, it's ridiculous. Although, I have to say I don't know what I would do without all my meds. I guess I would be hiding in the corner dizzy, sneezing, and having a panic attack with soaring blood pressure. Hmmm...sounds a bit scary, right?
I keep telling EW that I'm afraid what are children might be like. Poor things, never will have a chance, but they sure will be cute! Especially, if they get his blue eyes. I was a sucker for the blue eyes and the dark hair. I really hope the recessive gene pulls through for me on this. My friends have told me that our kids will be adorable, so it's not just me that thinks so (don't want to sound vain, or anything).
I'm thinking about changing my title. I think it sounds like I don't believe I'm good at blogging, and that's not true. I have been told I'm pretty good at it, and that boosted my confidence a bit. So new name here I come! I might even change it after I get done posting this, so don't be confused :)
Brina*
Well, I was supposed to be at my little place in Kickadonkey tonight. As you have probably guessed, I'm still at home due to some sort of nasal-congestion thing going on. I woke up this morning barely able to swallow. Now my head is all stuffed up, and my glands must be sore since I can't seem to move my neck without radiating pain. LOVELY.
Since I have nothing else better to do, except pack, I thought I would type out another one of these before I go into technology seclusion.
I'm not sure what made me think of the title for tonight. Ok, yes I do, but I don't feel like sharing my "don't give a damn" anger. It's been a pretty stressful year thus far, and I have a feeling it's going to get worse before it gets better. Sorry, I'm being a Debbie Downer. Overall, life is good. I have a job, an apartment, a bf/fiance/lover (who has an interview this week-yay!), and a great family, so really I am blessed. But you know, there are always those little things that you wish you could change so life would be a little bit better. There, I switched to Mary Mediocre. It's the best I can do people!
New Topic: Time to take my pills. I'm already on enough pills that I need one of those weekly pill containers just to keep track of everything. Now with this sickness I've got going on, I have to make sure I spread out all my meds. I end up taking pills every few hours, it's ridiculous. Although, I have to say I don't know what I would do without all my meds. I guess I would be hiding in the corner dizzy, sneezing, and having a panic attack with soaring blood pressure. Hmmm...sounds a bit scary, right?
I keep telling EW that I'm afraid what are children might be like. Poor things, never will have a chance, but they sure will be cute! Especially, if they get his blue eyes. I was a sucker for the blue eyes and the dark hair. I really hope the recessive gene pulls through for me on this. My friends have told me that our kids will be adorable, so it's not just me that thinks so (don't want to sound vain, or anything).
I'm thinking about changing my title. I think it sounds like I don't believe I'm good at blogging, and that's not true. I have been told I'm pretty good at it, and that boosted my confidence a bit. So new name here I come! I might even change it after I get done posting this, so don't be confused :)
Brina*
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Goin' To The Chapel...
So I have been debating about writing this blog since I have started it, and after talking with bf/fiance/lover, I guess there's no time like the present. Also, I have a new, shorter name for bf/fiance/lover. It will now be EW, but I might throw in bf/fiance/lover just for kicks every now and then.
Ok...so where do I start? I guess I'll start by saying I've been with EW for over 3 1/2 years now. We met in college and have been together ever since. Now I have known that I wanted to be with EW for probably about 3 years of our relationship. I knew that there would be no one but him. I'm tense, he's laid back. I talk, he listens. I clean, he cooks. I sing, he tells me to stop. So what could possibly be the problem?
Somewhere over the past 1 1/2 years our relationship has become cloudy. Over a year ago, our senior year in college, we decided to get married. Yup, we knew it was something we wanted, but we wanted to wait till we were done with school. Well, we both have graduated, and I now have a job. I also have wedding plans flowing through my mind. Ok...I lied, they are on my computer also. Guest lists, music lists, attendants, etc. We even have a date set: September 4th 2010.
With all of this you would think we are engaged, right?
Well, kinda.
Here's the thing. Apparently people who are engaged need a ring to show. This is something we don't have, and I couldn't care less. I say screw society's rules. I'm not marrying society, I'm marrying EW, and I don't know why people can't say "congrats" and leave it at that. Maybe it's just my upbringing. My family doesn't follow many cultural norms and we never have. My mom and dad were never officially engaged. My dad asked my mom if she wanted to look at wedding rings and they went to the store. No engagement ring, no fuss, and a few months later they were married.
I totally understand why some girls want the guy on one knee, the big diamond, and fancy wedding. I thought I did too, until we really started talking about getting married, then all that stuff made me sick to my stomach. I don't want that...really. If I had my way, we would be married yesterday. Oh yeah, I've thought about it. Just me and him, with two friends at the courthouse. I wouldn't have to deal with all this other stuff I'm supposed to do. But then what do I tell our family and friends?
So where does this put us? Honestly, I really don't know. I guess we'll be the dating/engaged/lovers for a little bit longer. Really though, EW isn't my boyfriend, and he hasn't been for a really long time. He's not my fiance or my lover...
Brina*
Ok...so where do I start? I guess I'll start by saying I've been with EW for over 3 1/2 years now. We met in college and have been together ever since. Now I have known that I wanted to be with EW for probably about 3 years of our relationship. I knew that there would be no one but him. I'm tense, he's laid back. I talk, he listens. I clean, he cooks. I sing, he tells me to stop. So what could possibly be the problem?
Somewhere over the past 1 1/2 years our relationship has become cloudy. Over a year ago, our senior year in college, we decided to get married. Yup, we knew it was something we wanted, but we wanted to wait till we were done with school. Well, we both have graduated, and I now have a job. I also have wedding plans flowing through my mind. Ok...I lied, they are on my computer also. Guest lists, music lists, attendants, etc. We even have a date set: September 4th 2010.
With all of this you would think we are engaged, right?
Well, kinda.
Here's the thing. Apparently people who are engaged need a ring to show. This is something we don't have, and I couldn't care less. I say screw society's rules. I'm not marrying society, I'm marrying EW, and I don't know why people can't say "congrats" and leave it at that. Maybe it's just my upbringing. My family doesn't follow many cultural norms and we never have. My mom and dad were never officially engaged. My dad asked my mom if she wanted to look at wedding rings and they went to the store. No engagement ring, no fuss, and a few months later they were married.
I totally understand why some girls want the guy on one knee, the big diamond, and fancy wedding. I thought I did too, until we really started talking about getting married, then all that stuff made me sick to my stomach. I don't want that...really. If I had my way, we would be married yesterday. Oh yeah, I've thought about it. Just me and him, with two friends at the courthouse. I wouldn't have to deal with all this other stuff I'm supposed to do. But then what do I tell our family and friends?
So where does this put us? Honestly, I really don't know. I guess we'll be the dating/engaged/lovers for a little bit longer. Really though, EW isn't my boyfriend, and he hasn't been for a really long time. He's not my fiance or my lover...
He's really just mine, and he always will be.
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