a cure

Well I did it.

I found a cure for the hiccups.

Forget teaspoons of sugar & drinking water upside-down, 

this is the real deal: 

1st - Get yourself a fiance and a diamond ring.

2nd - He needs to be the one whose has the hiccups.

3rd - Put your ring in your pocket and tell him his 5-year-old niece took it and you're not sure where it is...

I promise his hiccups will go away,

right after he has a heart attack.

it's Friday, Friday

Provo is currently lacking in a couple things:

warm weather

& good places to shop.

So to figure out an engagement outfit I knew I'd have to make the trek up to Salt Lake.

Due to my spur of the moment proposal, most of my shopping buddies had other Friday night plans 

(work, dates, school...)

So David was kind enough to tag along with me even though shopping malls have been known to make him somewhat nauseous.

We hopped on the 15 North around 3:30.

Unfortunately somewhere near the point of the mountain it started blizzarding.

Visibility was something like 50%.

We were stuck in traffic.

My knuckles were white on the steering wheel for a good 45 minutes.

And then we both remembered that the Gateway mall is all outside.

(who okayed that?? it SNOWS in Utah.)

Fortunately we didn't hit anything.

We somehow made it into the city around 4:50.

We found underground parking.

The snow let up.

And then we both laughed at the ridiculousness of our situation.

There was only one issue:

While David is a wonderful (patient) shopping buddy and good listener,

he thinks I look good in everything.

This, actually, isn't really an issue, it's wonderful.

I'm pretty sure I could wear a paper bag and he'd say I was gorgeous.

However, sometimes a girl needs a little constructive criticism.

Hence the pictures messages sent to my mom, 

sister 

and sisters-in-laws:

Just for a little reassurance, ya know?

After much deliberation (and lots of text messages) I made my purchases, 

but in retrospect I probably should have bought this too:

Engagement pictures will come and go,

but the weddings not till August.

(And don't worry, I treated him to dinner for being such a good sport)

the quote of the weekend:

(besides everything that was said at general conference)

"You know what's worse than being single?

Being engaged."

-David, the fiance

But he's right!

How come nobody told us about this?

Here's the vicious cycle 

(as far as I understand it):

You meet.

You date.

And then you eventually come to that point were you are sick of dating and just want to be engaged.

This normally takes a while.

So you finally get engaged.

And then you get to that point where you just want to be married already.

This normally takes about 2 weeks.

It's long enough to be excited and tell everyone when "the big day" is and then you're done.

I hit that mark last Friday.

And I've still got 5 months to go.

Oh dear.

But I'm determined to enjoy (almost) every minute of it,

because, after all, how many times is a girl engaged?

(I'm banking on just the once)

So I will smile and soak up all the details from making reservations to trying on dresses to looking at cakes.

It will all be the best.

Because it has to.

Because this is going to be a loooong 5 months.

april fools

I guess we're all fools in April.

I'm always so sure that this time the spring weather will stick...

and it never does.

I walked around Provo in flip flops and SHORTS on Saturday.

It was in the 70's.

The sun was shining and it was BEA-Utiful.

And then I woke up on Sunday morning to find this outside my window:

WHAT is this??? 

3 inches of snow covering the ground??

How does the weather even change that fast??

I have no idea.

Welcome to Utah.

photog

Can we talk about how legit this picture makes me feel?

Don't be fooled, I'm not this cool, 

but I do know how to use a tripod now,

that part is legit.

(even if I might have the camera on the tripod backwards in this picture...I did figure it out eventually)

Most of the time in Moab 

(on that school field trip, remember?)

was spent looking like this:

hat.
ponytail.
no make-up.
(enlarging that photo is not recommended...)

And while we did take a bunch of lovely pictures of the natural splendor that is Moab,

we also took a fair amount of pictures like this:

I'm the "Y" in case you were wondering.

So why the recall back to Moab?
Yesterday was out final presentation in photo class.
Sad day.

These are the four pics I chose to display for my final:

It is a class to be missed, but now I only have 4 (very big) finals to take instead of 5.
This is a plus.

P.S. this lovely girl is going to be taking our engagements in a few weeks!
So ridiculously excited!