Lists

This is a good place for me to put all my lists, b/c I can look them up wherever I go and not lose them.

Budget for next year:

All of Sabrina's Income (hopefully 500/mo after tithing): Directly to madre.

David's Income: (about 500 a paycheck after tithing)

-500: Pay off debt

-200: Groceries

-100: Insurance

-100: Europe

-100: Savings

All Movie & Eating out expenses: Paid for by Plasma donation ONLY. For serious.

Things I have accomplished:

I totally went to Utah and met with all my vendors.

Got the bouquets made for the BM's. 

Started on boutonnieres.

Wrote 6 thank you cards.

Things I have yet to accomplish:

Cake

Send photos for cake topper

Flowers

Final Number for both receptions

Cookies for Texas

Veil

Dress Fittings

Haircut

... there is more that I can't think of now but will add later.

Things

I've accomplished this far:

I have attempted to book honeymoon. Will try again tomorrow.

Figured out and ordered cake topper (its gonna look like us! cool!)

Got invites in, and made reception cards.

Booked Gyno (weds) and decided on Minera

Ordered reception favor boxes, sent to Grandma

Decided on my bouquet.

Narrowed down cake choices

Things I have yet to accomplish:

Dress fittings

Veil Shenanigans 

Book Florist

Get ahold of stupid photographer (aguh)

Finalize Cake

Decided on when to meet with each of my vendors

Lose 10 more pounds

Wear shoes a lot 

Blah Blah Blah

Live your life with no regrets

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. 

- Ralph Waldo Emmerson

Things to do before I get married:

Book Honeymoon

Get list of 5 Salt Lake Florists together: book times to go see them while in Utah.

Figure out what dang cake I want

Also, what dang cake topper

Go Buy starter Veil

Make Veil

Dress Fittings

GYNO

Wear shoes a lot to break in (they are 4 inch heels! sweeet!)

Texas

It has been... intresting.
Me and my mom got in a fight the second day I got home, but we have been okay since then. We went shopping yesterday and I got stuck in a dress b/c the zipper broke. It wasn't even because it was too small- - it was too big! Lame, because it was cute and we couldn't buy it then. I am on the quest for the perfect engagment picture colothes. Its an ordeal to say the least. I hate shopping for something in particular. I like shopping for things I don't need. Thats probably not a good thing. I'm going to go to Plato's closet this afternoon.
I need to go make cookie glaze and make some cookies for Maddie, the little girl I was supposed to play with this week but got totally busy with stuff with my grandma and wedding invites and working out. Basically, I'm a jerk. I feel real bad.
I have been working out a lot. Like, 9 times a week on average. And I've been eating less. Maybe it's because I'm around my Grandma all day long and she eats basically nothing. Maybe its b/c I'm on Nurtisystem. Who knows.
David came and saw me last weekend. It was wonderful. And he's coming to see me next weekend. I'm excited. Picturessss!
I got a massage yesterday. And I'm going to get another one on wednesday. No shame. My massue's name is Kenny. Baha.
I got some new work out clothes. I got some sweet long sweat-shorts that remind me of Brooklyn, and some short booty shorts that remind me of. .. me. haha. But I don't know where my booty shorts are. Lame. I also got some nail-streghtner that I need to go put a new coat of on. My nails are going to be mucho pretty next year.
We may have gotten an apartment. But we'll find out soon. If we didn't, I'll be on the craigslist hunt again. Rock.
My Grandma is not doing so well these days. She won't eat anything except a few bites when we make her, and she won't do much of anything else eaither. Its not too fun. She's going downhill pretty quickly. My mom is semi-in denial of this. I think that after I leave she should just put her in a a home, because there is no one to watch her during fall semester (we have a friend a BYU-I who is home for winter) and because its starting to get to the point where she will forget to go to the bathroom, etc, etc.
As for payment, our housing will be paid for next year, but we will still write a check for rent every month, and just send it to my parents. That means our rent next year should be mostly paid for, which is cool. I just hope that we can find a place to live that won't make me want to die.
I'm offically signed up for 13 hours next semester. Super lame, if you ask me. David is doing 14. We are both going to be working. We won't ever see eachother, but it'll be good, I think. We'll put some money in the bank and pay off everything.
I am having a sleepover with Laura tonight. I smell adventure, and possibly some fast food. We'll see. We are going to the pancake breakfast in the morning. FUNNN!
I am so ready to come visit in June. Its going to be wonderful.

Everybody pops

I've been pooping a lot lately. Like, every time I go pee. I wonder if that is heathly.

Now onto more serious stuff.

My soul is dying in this town called Provo. I need to get out. I need to run in circles in the sunshine in the sprinklers in the green green grass of my front lawn in Irving, Texas. I need to walk down to Sonic wearing flipflops and a t-shirt over my swim suit and get a diet cherry limeade. I need to go to Lauras and spend hours holed up in her room, listening to good music, surfing the web and writing in our journals. I need to be in my room, my room that I painted. I need to look at my harp poster hanging above my bed and think of how soon, it will hang in a house that is all my own, to share with my husband. I need to rip out the old me that was in my room, and replace it with a new me that is still trying to figure out who she is. I need to paint, not just walls, but canvas. I need to play with small kids that are all eagar to learn, and hold a baby so new, that it can't tell its mama from me. I need to drive down the streets of the city I grew up in with the windows down and the Beatles on the radio. I need to walk thru the halls of my old high school and say goodbye to it, and the memories that are so bittersweet to my life. I need to run the old jogging trail, and not care who is looking at me in my jog bra and shorties. I need to have lunch with old loves and show them the bling on my finger, and let them know I have no regrets. I need to lay in bed with my mom some morning when we don't really have anything to do, and I need to go out to my dad's shop and just watch him work magic with wood. I need to play video games with nick, and go out skiing at least once a week. I need to sit on my roof, and make sure that the world is still upright and spinning like I remember it once was. I need to drive out to the drive-in movies, and load up with so much bug spray, I could possibly die from the fumes. I need to get that popcorn and that dr. pepper and watch a double feature with a sheet over me and a best friend beside me. I need to drive dirt roads and get lost, but know where I'm going. I need to swim. Swim in the ocean, or the pool, or the river, or the lake and get burned cheeks that make me look young and free and alive. I need to sit in church and listen over the babies crying, and really feel connected with God again. I need to see the families I grew up with, and see how they have grown while I have been gone. I need to get snow cones and tell secrets. I need to drive to the airport knowing that my love will be in my arms within hours. I need be sticky on the leather couch from the Texas humidity and watch horrible movies late at night. I need sit close by my window during a Texas rainstorm and watch the big tree sway in the wind. I need someone to listen, and someone to talk. I need to go shopping in my favorite places, that only exist where they are now, and go eat at all the places that remind me of certian days and places and times in my life. I need to smell the sweet summer air, full of honeysukle and hope. I need to buy 10 pairs of sunglasses in one summer, and sweat thru 2 shirts a day. I need to look at all the pictures from my childhood, and see the person I have become from that start. I need to read my old journals and figure out what has changed for the good. I need to run into someone I know at Kroger's, and I need to suprise someone who was a good, decent person towards me. I need to hug people who thought they would be my mother some day, and I need to remind their sons that they are going to find someone wonderful. I need the heat to burn off all the parts of me I don't like, and the rain to wash away the ashes revealing the new me. I need my hometown. I need my home state. I need my home, so that I can be there one more time and say goodbye for good so that I can start my new life with my new husband in the same place I am right now, and not want to go back to start over ever again.