tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432538618416866062024-03-05T20:42:54.323-08:00the new mrs alvazelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-90094011546325733522010-02-19T19:06:00.001-08:002010-02-19T19:10:15.261-08:00Hello readers!<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hello</span></span>.<br /><br />I know it's been awhile since I've posted here. I actually moved the blog <a href="http://itwasyou.net/">here</a>!<br /><br />So please check out the new link, it's semi anonymous for now, which is kinda hard to maintain lol.<br /><br /><a href="http://itwasyou.net/">http://itwasyou.net</a><br /><a href="http://itwasyou.net/">http://itwasyou.net</a><br /><a href="http://itwasyou.net/">http://itwasyou.net</a><br /><a href="http://itwasyou.net/">http://itwasyou.net</a><br /><a href="http://itwasyou.net/">http://itwasyou.net</a><br /><a href="http://itwasyou.net/">http://itwasyou.net</a><br /><a href="http://itwasyou.net/">http://itwasyou.net</a><br /><a href="http://itwasyou.net/">http://itwasyou.net</a><br /><br /><br />I will still be logging on to this account to read all of your wonderful blogs! :)zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-66492402549530973712010-01-14T11:58:00.001-08:002010-01-14T11:58:26.266-08:00Switching phone plans.<p style="text-align: justify;">We're planning on switching from Verizon to Sprint. The reason being, we're paying about $130 a month for Verizon with basic phones. I have a Razr and he has a first generation Chocolate phone, it just doesnt make sense for us to pay so much money for basic phone service.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">We found that Sprint released a new family plan that's about the same amount but it includes a <b>full data </b>plan. Meaning you get Sprint TV, Navigation, Internet, Texting, and 1700 minutes (but just for land lines, <b>all</b> phone calls to <b>any</b> mobile phone no matter the provider is free). As well as Martin's Sprint account has a special discount on it that would bring our bill down to $100. $100 a month for full data?! HELL YES!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The reason why his bill has a special discount (and is the most discount you can get from Sprint) is because he registered for his air card during a promotion deal assuming the the promotion would go towards the air card, but it didnt. It was only for phone lines. So they held the promotional price for him in case he ever decided to switch to Sprint. Nice move Sprint!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">With that said, I have my heart set on the <b>Palm Pixi</b>. My Verizon upgrade is due next month so I thought I'd be able to cancel next month since last time I upgraded was in 2007 for my Blackberry Pearl. But turns out, my contract wont be up til June. The good news is, my cancellation fee today would be $80. Which beats $175 that Cingular charged us. But that's only because my contract end date is coming up. Martin's contract wont be up until 2011, so his cancellation fee is about $175 or $180. Which sucks. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Now, I assumed that I would <i>get</i> my phone next month. My Razr is on its 4th charger and 2nd battery. But Martin's telling me that <i>if I get a job by next month</i> I'll be able to get my phone *insert fuming face here*. <i><b>WHAT</b></i>?! I understand that maybe jumping to get my phone right now would be a bad idea, but hey, you told me I get a new phone in February! I tried to talk him into letting me get my phone and when that didnt work I went into spoiled brat mode. Which he handled calmly, the same way he always does. How does he <i>not</i> give in?! How does he just smile at me every time I throw tantrums because I dont get what I want?! Grrrr. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I understand his point of view, but I'm just itching to get a brand new phone already! I went yesterday to see my phone at Sprint since I was deciding between the <i>Palm Pixi</i> or the <i>Samsung Moment</i>. And I <b>fell in love</b> with the Palm Pixi! It has REAL web browsing, FREE apps (including <b>Pandora</b>, Flickr, Facebook, etc), 360 screen rotating, an awesome phone, its sleek and small and its just <b>amazing</b>. God, I want that phone!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Being married is so difficult when you're broke and you want things, this "<i>team work</i>" stuff is going to take some getting use to.<br /></p>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-13613484669798045742010-01-11T13:01:00.000-08:002010-01-11T13:11:06.435-08:00Why yes, someday I WILL get a dSLR.<div style="text-align: justify;">A common argument me and Martin have had for about a year or so is when I'll get a dSLR. I was able to get a <b><i>Canon PowerShot SX10IS</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> when it was first released (a year or two ago? I dont remember) and according to him, the sooner I learn how to use it, the faster I'll get a dSLR.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My husband is the type that for one, takes <b><i>forever</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> to make a simple decision when it comes to a huge purchase. Which I suppose at times is good, but when I say <i>forever</i> I mean he'll literally take months to come to a decision. So of course he's going to tell me to learn how to use my new camera before deciding if I get to get a dSLR.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, I agree, buying a dSLR isnt like buying another point and shoot. It's a pretty huge step, not only is the camera expensive but the lenses cost either as much as or double the price of the camera itself. This fact does <i>not</i> work in my favor as far as my itch to buy one!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I admit, I havent been playing with my camera as much as I should. I still dont know how to change the shutter speed to what I want it to be. And I admit, the SX10IS itself seems pretty huge for me so how much more if I have a dSLR? I already dont like carrying around a simple SX, and I really think I'll carry around a dSLR? Probably not, at least, not right now. I like how simple and sleek my <b><i>Canon PowerShot SD780IS</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> is and how I can easily fit it in my pocket and carry it around with me like its a cell phone. Hmph. Is it bad that I hope they come out with a dSLR that's just as small and sleek? I know, that's unrealistic.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I <i>do</i> hope to get my hands on one soon. I've been taking photography more and more seriously as the years pass. I love taking pictures. I love catching the simple things in life that make it worthwhile. I love catching what today was all about in just one picture. I love the art behind it. And my dear husband does realize how I feel about photography but he doesnt think I'm ready, *sigh*. I suppose I agree with that. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I just hate having this same argument with him all the time. One day I <i>will</i> be ready. And one day I <i>will</i> come home with a dSLR and he's just gonna have to deal with it! Haha.</div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-24205441743183688382010-01-10T19:30:00.001-08:002010-01-11T13:20:25.487-08:00Men...<div style="text-align: justify;">Is it just me or are men born without the ability to be unlazy? Maybe saying he's lazy is a bit harsh. Okay, well here. How about this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Normally, I'm the one who has to set out dates on when we're going to pay the bills. Thankfully, all of our bills are due around the same time. Come the day before you have to pay the bills, you usually come up with some sort of battle plan. How much you're going to pay between all the bills, what the minimum payments are, list the places you go (if you pay at a store) so you dont miss anything. Now, I <i>can</i> do this myself even if the bills <i>arent</i> sent to my house (which they arent), thank goodness for online banking. But rather than having to log into every single account, wouldnt it just be easier for the husband to pull out the bills (which are probably in arms reach of him as I type) and kindly tell me the due dates along with the minimum payment? Obviously, I'm not going to ask him for this information considering he's at home playing video games right now. Pffft.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes I cant help but wonder if there are any men out there that successfully handle their own bills completely on their own without a woman's help.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Let me scroll through my mental list of men I know...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nope!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay maybe that was a bit harsh too, I'm sure at least <i>a few</i> guys I know <i>do</i> handle their own bills on their complete own, but its just so hard for me to imagine that to be true! I'm thinking I should start sending the bill statements to my house, that way <b><i>I</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> can be within an arm's reach of the bills and none of them will get lost in who-knows-where.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh the every monthly struggles of bills <i>and</i> a husband. As if bills alone werent enough!</div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-24246178799026459862010-01-04T04:25:00.001-08:002010-01-11T13:20:32.020-08:00We're married... now what?<div style="text-align: justify;">It's 4:25AM and I know I still havent written about <i>wedding day</i> and right now isnt the right time to either. But I will get around to it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's so odd to think we're <i>married</i>. I always describe it as foreplay, you spend all that time trying to work your way up to a climax and when you do, what happens next? You fall asleep. I always felt like marriage was that climax, after that... really what is there left to look forward to? I dont think its <b>really</b> hit us just yet that we're actually, legally, <b>married</b>. We dont live together (I know, shocking but that's a whole different entry on its own) and I havent filed the paper work to change my last name yet (that list to get through is awfully long), and I know I should <i>soon</i>. One of my fellow bloggers mentioned she hasnt finished changing her last name on <i>everything</i> just yet, so what happens if only half of your stuff is changed? Is there some sort of penalty for that somewhere? Having everything <i>joined</i> is so odd. I mean, when we were a couple of course things were <i>joined</i> but now that we're married, it just feels... different. Like we really <i><b>have</b></i><b> </b>to consult each other before making some "huge" decision. Its just weird.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now that we're married, what exactly do we do next? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had the perfect example for this question while I was pooping (TMI? Sorry, but I'm a blunt person and just so you know now... most of my best blogs come during the time I'm either pooping or taking a shower. No lies)! And now that its been a few hours the most epic question I've had since being married has slipped away from me. Darn. Or maybe I'm just sleepy, after all, it is 4:30AM.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe I should head to bed and try this again in the morning. Yeah, sounds good. He's actually sleeping in my dad's room right now, its just odd. That too is a totally different entry on its own!</div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-15441192562132207762010-01-01T13:27:00.000-08:002010-01-01T13:28:54.750-08:00Goodbye 2009!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"><div style="padding: 0px 0px 10px; clear: none; line-height: 14px;">Another year has flown passed me and it still freaks me out how fast time is flying. 2009 wasnt<i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"> bad</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>but it wasnt<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;">great</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>either. But it has been the best in the last few years :)<br /><br />The friends I hung out with in 2008 were pretty non existent in 2009. Martin and I didnt have one huge fight in 2009 :) we've been doing great and that's a pretty good accomplishment lol. I started my paid blogging and I was rejected and accepted by lots of companies. I hit over 100 subscribers on youtube. I made a bunch of really really great friends over youtube and blogger. I got to go to Disneyland for my birthday (even though I missed Blue Bayou thanks to a stupid migraine).<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><b>I discovered Wicked</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>(and got to see it twice). I networked with my favorite makeup company through Twitter. I found a friendship with my favorite Wicked musical actor. I got to see the 70th anniversary of Wizard of Oz in theaters. I got my first CT Scan, which was gross and scary but something I had to do. My best friend became my fiance.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><b>I got a taste of the military spouse life</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and let me tell you... it wasnt so sweet. But I think it did amazing things to our relationship and it was an incredible experience for both of us. I got a nice reality slap of how much he really does care about me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><b>I discovered how amazing and caring my sister is</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>even if she was a total pain when she was younger. I planned an ENTIRE wedding in two months, I think that's a huge accomplishment in itself!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><b>I discovered Glee</b>! I became more of myself (meaning I spent more money on books and less money on makeup). I realized that my parents<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;">arent</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>always against me and how much they care. My mom bought me a hamster (which is so odd since she gets mad when I bring home hamsters, but since Martin was gone I guess she figured I needed the company which I am so thankful for). My dad insisted on helping me pay for my wedding :). I watched more movies this year than I did any other year. I had the best Christmas ever!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><b>I GOT MARRIED</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>to my bestest friend. I got to fulfill my<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;">8 year</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>dream of eating at<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><b>Serendipity</b>. I got to see Las Vegas during the holidays. I got to see my amazing cousin for two days straight :). I got to spend New Years Eve with my <i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;">husband</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>who helped me put together my traditional 12 round fruits, jump up and down with coins and gave me the most loving kiss at midnight.<br /><br />Not much con's of 2009 are coming to mind, that's pretty amazing. Besides not having a job all year (by choice, so that's not really a con), getting more in debt and not being able to clean out my room... I have nothing bad to say about 2009. For the most part, I've been happy this passed year. What more could you ask for?<br /><br />I dont really have any resolutions for this year, at least nothing huge and big. The usual...<br /><br />- Eat at 5 new restaurants<br />- Disneyland for our honeymoon!<br />- Get rid of half of my debt<br />- Learn how to use my camera right<br />- Learn WordPress/CSS<br />- Listen to more music!<br />- Study Wicca<br />- Prepare to enlist into the USAF<br /><br />And of course, to be a good wife. I am so lucky to have an amazing best friend and husband by my side. Who's never given up on me no matter how stubborn, bratty, grumpy I am and no matter how much I dont listen. He never gets mad at me, he never blames me, he never screams at me. I wish I could be as good to him as he is to me (which is so hard because I'm super selfish, grr). I still cant believe I GOT MARRIED! I still cant believe that I'm a WIFE. I'm not his girlfriend anymore, I'm his WIFE. Nothing has changed, it doesnt feel different at all... but just knowing the title changed and I added one more ring to my finger is just... still hard to believe. I dont think it's fully hit the both of us yet.<br /><br />Things with the military didnt work out, right now. And it is kinda odd that we're married but suddenly we're unprepared... but its not like we woke up one day and said "hey, lets go get married" or anything. And though maybe the timing wasnt right, I dont think I'll ever regret it. I'm married to someone I knew I would eventually marry and to someone I couldnt see my life without. So we're married. So we're not moving out for awhile, so what? We're happy, and that's all that should really matter.<br /><br />The Airforce should watch out, we're both going to get its ass good next time :)<br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_center" style="padding: 0px 0px 10px; clear: both; line-height: 14px; text-align: center;"><div class="photo_img" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 14px; text-align: center; width: 180px;"><a href="/photo.php?pid=30077547&op=1&view=all&subj=260960170751&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=260960170751&id=193400011" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs141.snc3/16842_503761467755_193400011_30077547_7818107_a.jpg" alt="" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; display: block;" /></a></div><div class="caption" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px; clear: none; line-height: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 180px;">The lazy newly married couple :)</div></div><div class="clear_center" style="padding: 0px 0px 10px; clear: both; line-height: 14px;"><br /><br />To my<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><b>husband</b>, thank you for loving me this passed year (and all the other years before, but hey lets focus on the 2009 part, k?). Thank you for your never ending support. Thank you for jumping at every chance you could get with helping me with my blogger or recording/editing my videos or with my OCD. I'm proud of you for leaving me for the military, even though it didnt work out (and you're not a failure, you're still my airman) words cant express how proud I am of you! How proud I'll always be of you. How happy I was when you came home! Thank you for being so caring and loving in everything you do, in every situation between us you handle. For not being mad that I dont know EXACTLY how your favorite video game characters look :) and for keeping me grounded. For understanding me when I dont even understand myself, for kissing away the worries and rubbing the stress away from my forehead. For helping me wash dishes and make the night easier on my parents last night :). Thank you for never letting go of my hand, even during the times I try to shake you off the hardest. For being excited over silly things with me. For knowing how important Serendipity is to me. For encouraging me to push my limits and to be better than I was yesterday. I owe my life to you, you didnt have to save me 6 years ago and you didnt have to KEEP saving me 6 years later. But I thank you. I thank you so much. You have no idea how much you mean to me and how thankful I am for you.<br /><br />I love you best friend. I've always loved you. I will always continue to love you. I'm so happy to be your wife. I'm yours forever. I hope you're ready for a lifetime of crazy OCD-ness! That's all I got, everything else (compulsive shopping, hoarding, doubting myself) you already got under control :).</div></span></span>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-60521022802516873792009-12-24T14:10:00.001-08:002009-12-24T19:20:46.457-08:00Merry Christmas!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYr1LeSdI6Ls_UXZDDJUYtFLgi50a2aBWa5cqyyMcbt3C65EGjPd4668p5BdWjX7JCEs2Qldtrqni1ig6ZE8Y-Y_BcUzOJl_ee6Q1YLL5ZpOC9EMt9oyLNcggzlHUVQXKIa71ppokJI5R/s1600-h/xmasgraphicnotag.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYr1LeSdI6Ls_UXZDDJUYtFLgi50a2aBWa5cqyyMcbt3C65EGjPd4668p5BdWjX7JCEs2Qldtrqni1ig6ZE8Y-Y_BcUzOJl_ee6Q1YLL5ZpOC9EMt9oyLNcggzlHUVQXKIa71ppokJI5R/s400/xmasgraphicnotag.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418928978155968930" border="0" /></a><br />Merry Christmas Eve! I hope you all have a wonderful and safe holiday!<br /></div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-70016189018557719732009-12-22T15:23:00.000-08:002010-01-11T13:21:06.999-08:00Wedding favors!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOW6hOSTThk-YQlcVU5422OZ0xfJwHMUcC97g9fQppgXIMyNNLW1kYcQaY65ZaGkiGU3Xr4uH61TuGjhccl4o76R9y9xeFjbAwvk_9kHrAC_deGyzeMMDSle2fyaJQY6VAtFmTZoCS-IFX/s400/weddingfavors.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418205389938355666" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These are some of the wedding favors! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have Sugar Cookie scented sparkly snowflake soaps in pearly white, matte dark blue and pearly light blue. Put them in mesh gift bags with some Frooties (my fav candy), a ribbon and a smaller silver bow was hot glue gunned on there. The other is bubbles with a heart handle and it has a ribbon tied to it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took this picture at night, so sorry if the lighting is bad! I'll try to get a better picture with all 3 of the soaps during the day some time before the wedding!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm so nervous, we're down less than 6 days left! Oh my goodness!</div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-87726180543604821082009-12-22T02:15:00.000-08:002010-01-11T13:21:15.620-08:00LESS THAN A WEEK AWAY!<div style="text-align: justify;">OMG. It's officially less than <b>a week</b> away from my wedding. Meaning <b>TODAY NEXT WEEK</b> I'll be <b>MARRIED</b>. Is it just me or is that <b><i>CRAZY</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> to think about? I'm seriously freaking out, LESS THAN </span>A WEEK</b>. Not a month, not a year, A WEEK. OMG OMG OMG! Okay, okay, I need to breathe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hope things run smoothly, I hope I didnt forget any last minute details or anything. I hope... omgosh I dont even know anymore! This is <b>INSANE</b>. OHMYGOSH.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whew. Okay. Okay. So yesterday I went to Kay to ask if my wedding band was coming in soon... and oh lookie, <b>it was already there</b>. But I didnt get a call! Good thing I went there to ask, goodness. <i>Why didnt anyone call</i>?! Ugh. At least I got it now and it's <b>beautiful</b>. And it fits <b>perfect</b>! Thank goodness! I am IN LOVE with it, I want it more than my engagement ring lol! My engagement ring annoys me a bit, its heavier so its looser on my finger and the prongs from the diamond poke me! Ugh, I dont see how anyone could wear something more than 1 karat. Painful!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I <b>FINALLY</b> got my Christmas shopping done. I'm missing one gift, and as much as I dont want to <i>pass</i> it, I just might have to. Ughhh. I think I'll get it <i>after</i> Christmas and save it for her next birthday or something. It was such a good idea! I really wanted <b>DJ Hero</b> for Christmas, but Martin's telling me to wait and that I dont need it right now and blah blah <i>blah</i> lol! Hmph. Yes I know I'm being a brat, but I think I deserve it! So there! Haha. I honestly cant wait to see what he got me for Christmas. I hope he likes his gift as well!</div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-33436820712524552682009-12-18T12:04:00.000-08:002009-12-18T12:06:55.584-08:00TEN DAYS AWAY!The <b>wedding</b> is <b><i>TEN DAYS AWAY</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">. OMG, I'm about to hit single digits soon! Ahhhh!!! I'm excited but nervous, but excited... but nervous. I hope I'm not forgetting to get anything done!</span></b><div><br /></div><div>I picked up my dress, shoes and jacket yesterday! I tried everything on and everything went wonderful! It looks amazing! I hope I dont trip over anything while I'm walking down the isle. I still havent fully figured out what I'll be doing with my hair, I think I'll keep it straight and down. I wanted to curl it, but I dont want to spend the extra money to and I dont want to attempt to do it on my own and mess it up. </div><div><br /></div><div>I need to go over the list of things I have to do to make sure everything is done and ready. I hate this, what if I forget something? Grrr.</div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-52656209385865586882009-12-15T13:26:00.001-08:002010-01-11T13:21:29.540-08:00Less than two weeks away....<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><div style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; "><p style="text-align: justify;">I can <span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">not</span> believe the wedding is <span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">less than </span>two weeks away! This is <span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">insane</span><span mce_style="font-weight: normal;" style="font-weight: normal; ">. I'm extremely nervous! Martin on the other hand, is pretty excited. Isnt it suppose to be the other way around? Isnt the guy suppose to be nervous and the girl's suppose to be excited?! Goodness! We should be picking up my dress this week, along with the wedding band. I only ordered myself one, he sent in a request to resize his ring. It was too big and he never grew into it during Basic Training so he's been wearing it on his right hand instead of his left. They should be sending both my wedding band and his resized ring by this week.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span mce_style="font-weight: normal;" style="font-weight: normal; ">With all this wedding crazy-ness, I almost completely forgot about Christmas. I mean, you cant really <span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">forget</span> about it since everywhere is decorated but I mean, I almost didnt have time to <span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">think</span> about getting gifts. I usually get my Christmas shopping done in November/early December but I was too busy in November to do anything :(</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></span>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-64613791885281371942009-12-12T02:36:00.000-08:002009-12-12T02:43:10.084-08:00MIA and freezing cold!All Fall I was hoping for the weather to cool down and it didnt. In fact, it didnt cool down until late November/early December and it dropped, drastically! So much for <i>Fall</i>. Now its <b>freezing</b>! The lowest we've had were in the low 30's and I know that's not really low compared to other states but I live in Northern California! I'm not use to this kind of temperature! I always complain about how <i>I've never touched real snow</i> and I cant even handle low 30's, goodness! Seriously, all I ever feel like doing is curling up under a huge fleece blanket and going to sleep! At least it hasnt been crazy raining around here, but there have been really strong winds (that scare the crap out of me)!<div><br /></div><div>I know I've been super MIA, yesterday was the first day in a week (since Martin came home) that I was able to stay home and get some things done (<b><i>finally</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> changed my bed sheets to my flannel ones). Martin insisted that I stay home and get things done. I cant help it, he's been home and all I want to do is cuddle with him!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I confirmed the final details for the wedding ceremony yesterday morning. Also cleared things up for the reception and went over the cake details, I wont hear back from her until Tuesday since shes out of the office til then. I have until the end of this weekend to sign and mail back the confirmation to the chapel for the wedding and everything will be set, ready and booked. This all feels so surreal! </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm excited and nervous and.... just... OMG! Haha.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and yesterday morning I decided on a Honeymoon destination! Its going to be our Honeymoon/my birthday celebration! I'm super excited.</div><div><br />I think I'm more excited for our Honeymoon than our wedding LOL.</div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-16002329986156311412009-12-10T01:13:00.000-08:002009-12-10T01:17:07.250-08:00:(He was <span style="font-style: italic;">suppose </span>to be graduating today. I was <span style="font-style: italic;">suppose</span> to fly out yesterday. I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">suppose</span> to be in Texas right now... but he's not and I'm not.<br /><br />I know its kinda silly, but I cant help but feel a little sad that I wont be seeing him graduate today.<br /><br />To flight ***, congratulations.zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-18212345971024574662009-12-10T01:09:00.001-08:002009-12-10T01:09:46.203-08:00Wedding details!<p>Goodness its freezing cold! It was snowing like, the other day. Not like snow <i>snow</i> but in some places (like the 510 and 925) there was some snow. I havent been great on updating lately, I've been busy and when I <i>am</i> on the PC, its too cold to type an entire entry out!</p><p><b>Y E S T E R D A Y</b></p><p>I called our chapel location (I finally got an email from a wedding planner) and the day before Martin and I went over the ceremony details and I went over what we decided on with her. So most of the important stuff now is out of the way, I just have to get back to her on Friday about my bouquet. Called our reception location and ordered the cake, I still have not received the emailed paper work about sending in the deposit so I might have to call them <i>again</i>. I also have to email them a picture of what I want the cake to look like so I can get a quote and a grand total. </p><p>Went to Concord. I had my roots re-highlighted and my bangs trimmed. Martin and Marissa went to find him a tux so when I was done, they brought me to where they found him a tux. Received a call from the bridal store saying my dress was in, so we went there really quick so I could try it on (its GORGEOUS) and get it fixed up. My shoes arent so bad, they're walk-able in. So after that, I showed Martin my <i>dream dress</i> and all he said was "its alright" :( men and their lack of caring about crap. After that went to the mall out there and had Thai food for dinner, then we got into a slight arguement, but it was resolved shortly after. He tried on his tux jacket and... I'm kinda... <i>ehh</i> about it. I mean, it looks cool! Its different. Not really sure if you'd wear it to a wedding... but if its what <i>he</i> likes, then that's fine. I picked my dress, he can freely pick his tux. So now I'm waiting on my dress to get back to me in a week! I'm super excited. Decided on just the tiara, the vial looks weird on me and my dress isnt white anyway.</p><p>Went to Kohls and found a dress shirt and a tie that would go well with the tux, thank goodness... I have a 15% off for Kohls! Haha. And all the other dress shirts we found were super expensive (and a tie for $90, I dont think so)!<br /></p><p><b>T O D A Y</b></p><p>Marissa took her entrance test for school and we looked around some more for tux stuff, or well... we intended to but ended up reading at Borders Express lol! Whoops. Went to order his tux, finally. Went to pick up the stuff from Kohls, his tux comes in on Christmas Eve which worries me... I hope it works out!</p><p>Showed both Marissa and Martin the orchid picture that the wedding planner sent me. I think I'll just mix those orchid's with white and blue roses and for the flower that Martin's going to wear, I'll make it an orchid with a blue rose. Same with Marissa's and my dad's. </p><p>I think that's most of the updated wedding information :) I'll try to blog again in the morning. My toes and fingers are getting numb from being so cold!!<br /></p>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-26164005898352386902009-12-07T12:27:00.001-08:002009-12-07T12:27:56.970-08:00He's home! He's home!<p>Martin came home last week! I know, I've been super <b>MIA</b> since he's been home!</p><p>He's been falling asleep a lot lately lol. He's suppose to graduate in 3 days, I'm suppose to be flying out in 2 days. It sucks how close he was to finishing Basic Training. But I <i>am</i> extremely happy he's home!</p><p>He had to return all his uniforms, boo! I'll never get to see him in his ABU's or his Blues :( but he got to bring back his ABU hat's so he gave me one. I'm a sucker for ABU's, especially their <b>hats</b>! So imagine how excited I was lol. </p><p>Our wedding coordinator emailed me the other day and called me yesterday morning. Martin and I went through the last bits of the ceremony details that she sent us. So I'm gonna have to call her today with what we decided on. The hard part is dealing with the plane tickets. Since its close to our leave date the prices went up (from $98 to $124, wtf!) and adding an extra $160-something for an extra night at the hotel. We obviously cant participate in any promo's any one offers cause the majority of our nights staying at the hotel is covered by the wedding package. Boo.</p><p>Oh and Martin said he wont walk down the isle and that I have to :(</p><p>Less than 23 days left. I'm getting extremely nervous. Like you wouldnt believe, nervous!</p><p>My dress is suppose to be coming in this week, and the wedding bands are coming in within the next week and a half. I have to set things up for the reception and figure out what I'm going to do with my hair.<br /></p>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-84847918976995522202009-11-29T16:44:00.001-08:002009-11-29T16:52:03.530-08:00Waiting game!I was planning on posting pictures, but I havent had time to take pictures of the favors... and my mom moved them and I just found them in a completely different room the other day. How random, ugh.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7T3M9OUDLmIqBtb-ht2MWFKSMOJ2qKkslNazxhkw4QVtRJ7GN3Vqb24UHl7r8OQbui_jhIWry2MG5tlt6ltq5JAtdOQacuxW1idzNabeh5EMi-wMWD2RrrgUHCSjj6-ku8OnVLw1bG6bz/s1600/weddinginvites.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7T3M9OUDLmIqBtb-ht2MWFKSMOJ2qKkslNazxhkw4QVtRJ7GN3Vqb24UHl7r8OQbui_jhIWry2MG5tlt6ltq5JAtdOQacuxW1idzNabeh5EMi-wMWD2RrrgUHCSjj6-ku8OnVLw1bG6bz/s400/weddinginvites.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409691364936726786" border="0" /></a><br />The mess that's the wedding invites. We stayed up til 1AM writing out "more info" cards to put in the invitations and folding and putting everything in their envelopes. They gave me extra invitations but no extra envelopes. How does that make sense?! You can spot the light blue snowflake soap favor in there somewhere. I got light blue, white and matte navy blue ones. Oh and Boq's cage, he was keeping us company! Dont mind my sister in law, she was on my sidekick talking to a boy. Ahem lol.<br /><br />My dress should be here next week, I'm so excited to see it! I'm going to try it on with my shoes, lets hope I'm able to walk in my shoes lol. If not, I might just have to search for white flats... why dont they make flats in white?! I'm waiting on a few more soaps to get here. The numbers were off somehow. Also waiting on an email back from the chapel. I tried to fax in the payment on Friday and it kept telling me the server was busy. I hope she responds to me soon! I dont want to lose my hold!<br /><br />I need to set my cake design to the reception area and I need to figure out a hair style!<br /><br />Did I mention at this point I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">extremely</span> nervous? I'm <span style="font-weight: bold;">twenty nine days</span> away from my wedding date. I brought up having him walk down the isle instead of me and he decline. Darn! I dont want to do this. I dont want to imagine how nervous I'll be. I know its not a <span style="font-style: italic;">big</span> deal, but I just... ugh. I hate attention!!!<br /><br />I'm a little sad my wedding blog isnt as epic or as pretty as other peoples, I know... silly right? Hehe. Sorry! Its just a huge once in a lifetime thing and I wish I felt like I was doing everything right, but there isnt much to plan or much to expect. I dont have many friends. In fact I have a bunch of invitations left over. I got 2 RSPV's back and they both arent able to make it. I honestly wouldnt even care if it was just our parents and a friend or two. I think I'd be less nervous if that happened instead of a bunch of family showing up.<br /><br />Still waiting on him to come home. They pushed him back all last week. They're supposedly sending 24 people home tomorrow, lets hope he's one of them.zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-42350680312529971612009-11-26T14:37:00.001-08:002009-11-26T14:44:19.715-08:00Happy Thanksgiving.Woke up at 5AM-ish to something that made me grumpy. Sat up for an hour just staring at the wall. Blah.<div><br /></div><div>Martin called at almost noon to say Happy Thanksgiving and that he had a huge lunch five minutes prior to calling me. I'm glad he at least got some yummy food today over there. He's still in the holding dorm, his paper work is all done hes just waiting to go home. I hate that he's so far away and I hate that I cant talk to him whenever I want today. Our first Thanksgiving apart in the last 5 years. Sucks.</div><div><br /></div><div>He told me he's thankful for me. And I just broke down. I tried not to the entire phone call and I just couldnt help it. I just really wish he was home already. He sounded so concerned when I started crying and it just made me sadder, I want a huge hug so bad right now. He tried to cheer me up before the pay phone cut him off, he tried to get me to sing <i>For Good</i>. Silly butt. I miss him so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanksgiving has never really been my favorite holiday. Its pretty chill around here. Nothing big. I think I'll spend today cleaning my room and reading some of my book. Maybe take a nap since I woke up so early this morning, blah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Havent decided if I'm going to do the Black Friday thing this year. I'm glad they offer sales online though. Target is having a deal on the One Tree Hill season 6 DVD for $12! But its not worth waking up at 4AM for. There isnt anything huge I want this year. I just got a new digi cam last week. Only thing I really want is Wicked tickets or a Mac Book Pro. But I'm a bit hesitant to spend money this year since a bunch of money went to the wedding. Blah. Oh well, I dont really <i>need</i> anything. Well, besides a memory card for my new camera but that's nothing worth waking up at 4AM for either.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Thanksgiving everyone!</div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-76994995133327020562009-11-24T13:50:00.001-08:002009-11-24T13:50:48.080-08:00Favors, Invites & Decor. DONE!<p>The rest of the favors shipped earlier this week. I havent had a chance to take pictures of anything just yet, but I will soon! The bubbles with the ribbons turned out nice and the favors turned out really pretty too. The invites were sent out yesterday and we finished putting together the table decor the day before. I think it looks fine, but we'll have to see what kind of table they're giving us as well and hope its a <i>long</i> table cause that's what the decors are set up for. I'm happy with how everything turned out.</p> <p>Now just waiting on my dress and gotta find Martin a tux. Also gotta put down the deposit for both the chapel and the reception area. And we're all set :)</p>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-69454135116398903302009-11-20T15:31:00.000-08:002009-11-20T15:32:13.269-08:00He's getting discharged.<div><br /></div><div>So I should had wrote about this when it happened but I just wasnt in the mood to talk. Dang, now I have to start from the beginning.<div><br /></div><div>So on the 18th, I was suppose to see Wicked with my sister-in-law and I woke up with an ulcer. I thought I just had to poop (you know how sometimes that m</div><div>akes your stomach hurt) but it wasnt that. Then it hit me, it was an ulcer. I took some Tums (even though that doesnt help it but hey, I had hopes) and tried to tough it out cause I already paid $120 for these tickets the week before. So I drove to the Ferry Building and I can not tell you how painful the <i>drive</i> was. So we park and I already <b>know</b> I cant walk. And it was 10AM, the show wasnt until 2PM and I knew I was going to be in an insane amount of pain if I were to walk around SF. Which sucks cause I had plans to go places before the show. So I was really really sad. And Marissa was being super understanding, so thank goodness for that.</div><div><br /></div><div>I called my dad and told him I wasnt able to drive home so he had to come get us. So he came to drive us home and got me some Won Ton Soup on the way home.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div>I get home and the soup did make me feel a bit better and I went to lay down and Marissa went to finish hot glue gunning the favors together (her and Martin dont let me near hot glue guns, grrr). Around 12PM my stomach started to feel better. I know, right? It would. Anyway, I went to look up designs for my hair and wedding cake. At 2PM I took this picture:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUDfVtjZT_YwtYPtLznl0QE5sonb-GlXdSYaTwZx9SHNwNCc2cwkzQQqca27uYXgvMGVDk2XHycjQSbVikEMQOGHTKUg-Dr4oZNRzCETwL-8_BogEg9RCCnIlKCyvE7H2p1B_KX5HH9uyu/s400/11549_503629826565_193400011_30071819_6167347_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406325356892722338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">My phone says 2:02PM. I had a count down going. Marissa had to cover my eyes at 2PM lol! So we did what any sane people who missed Wicked did.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">We played the soundtrack.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">HAHA!</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Probably not the best idea, but hey. It made us <i>feel</i> like we were there. Kinda.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Anyway, eventually I took a nap. When the ulcer fades I get a slight headache and chills. I was coming down with a fever and I was telling Marissa I was having chills so she took off her sweater and put it over me and its one of those thick wool type wrap things and OMG it was<i>so</i> warm that I instantly fell asleep. </div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Marissa woke me up cause my phone was ringing and you know how instantly you kinda just<i>wake up</i> when your phone goes off? Yeah. So I got up and no one said shit on the other line so I hung up and called the number back, no answer. So I got up to go pee and the phone rings and its Martin so I go back to the room and hes like "did you call me back?" and I was like "uh... maybe" lol! </div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">But he called and he was like "I have bad news, I'm being discharged..." he sounded really sad and disappointed and I tried making him feel better. I know he felt defeated and I know how bad he wanted this, he was explaining to me why they were discharging him and they transfered him and he'll be home soon and to tell his family. I told him Marissa was there taking care of me. We called both of our mom's when I got off the phone with him.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I spent all yesterday moping around. Someone told me that the tendon actually takes only 3 weeks to heal and my mom (who's an RN) confirmed this so I thought there would still be hope and that he can come back in 6 months, not 2 years like they told him.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">So he called me this morning (at like freakin 7:30AM, wth), again with the instantly waking up lol! I told him the good news but he said that since hes flat footed, and with this tendon, its reoccurring. Its not usually a chronic problem, but for him it is. He said they cant discharge him for flat feet and they cant discharge him for his tendon but since he has <i>both</i> they have to. And that it would take him more than six months to fix it. =( <i>I tried</i>. I asked him if he still wanted to get married and he was like "yes, I do" he sounded a little sad, I just wanted to make sure. I told him I talked to my mom last night and she said it was alright with her. He said he'd be home soon, hopefully before or after Thanksgiving.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">We got to talk for 25 minutes and it felt like forever, it was kinda nice. He was laughing a lot more, so that made me happy. He was talking about his uniform and how he took his flight pictures already with his <b>blues</b> and his <b>camos</b>. And he said he was wearing his camos while he was talking to me and I was like "this is so unfair I wanted to see you in your camos" and he was like "yeah, I know, and to be honest I dont look bad in them" BITCH hahaha. I asked about his name tag and he was telling me he had some and he was like "I'm hella touching my uniform and pointing at it like you can see me" haha. But he has to return his blues and his camos. I asked him to ask if you can keep the hat. Cause I want his hat. And his name tag. I'm a sucker for military uniforms, but just certain pieces lol!</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I was like "oh hey thanks for taking us to Todai last week" and he was like "you're.... I did what?" and he started laughing he was like "how do you just tell me that" hahaah! Hey, I have a problem with lying okay? Geez. And I was telling him how Marissa is harder on me than he is when it comes to spending money and a bunch of other things. It wasnt as sad as our usual conversations are, which was nice. He was like "I got your letter yesterday and how you were saying I'll do good and I was like <i>aw fuck</i>" haha!!</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I miss him so much, I can not wait for him to come home even if it means he didnt graduate. We're still getting married, even if it means living away from each other... at home... with our parents... lol. We'll figure something out, we always do. Well hey, at least now I can move to Washington like I wanted right? lol. LETS HOPE. </div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">He's still my Airman and I'm still so very proud of him. He'll get it right eventually and when he does, I'll be there besides him. My parents are for him trying again once he heals up too. And that makes me happy. Our lives are hard and we have a ton of bad luck, but we're so lucky to have such supportive families and people in our lives. Life may suck, but the people who pull you back up when you're down make life that much more brighter. </div></div>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-5554313627220245962009-11-17T00:28:00.000-08:002009-11-17T00:32:34.596-08:00:DFelt like dropping by, I havent really updated on much cause there really isnt much to update on.<br /><br />The wedding planning is going good, pretty much done. Gotta send out the invitations, put down the deposit for the chapel, waiting on the favors to get here, the ribbons and my dress. And that's pretty much it.<br /><br />Havent heard from Martin much the last week, I got one letter from him. I'm assuming things are busy over there. Hopefully he gets to spend Thanksgiving with his family, that would be nice.<br /><br />That's pretty much all, I'm getting a little more use to him not being around. A little <span style="font-style: italic;">too use</span> to it. Haha, I'm sure when he comes home <span style="font-style: italic;">thats</span> going to be weird. But I am thinking about him all the time. Some things are starting to slip my mind, like nicknames and things like that. I'm sure when I see him everything will come back to me.<br /><br />I already booked everything for his graduation. I hate how he's hours away from me via plane. I hate taking the plane longer than an hour. Might want to get that ear thing checked soon... yeah.<br /><br />A few more weeks til I see him! I'm excited and nervous at the same time =)zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-83031059441444625642009-11-10T23:36:00.000-08:002009-11-10T23:37:32.445-08:00Misery is the best inspiration.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;">And he loves me so. Takes me where you never took me, although you tried to. His eyes they read so true. So different from the way it was with you...</i><br /><br />I dont dwell on my past half as much as I use to, in fact a lot of my past is a blur. But certain songs still bring up certain people, certain days, certain feelings. And sometimes, its a refreshing blast of memories. Like on a cold November night like this one.<br /><br /><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;">In every life there will be one great love and one unforgettable heart break</i>.<br /><br />November was never a good month for me, majority of my break ups happen in November. My "unforgettable heart break" happened in November. I can deny you all I want, but no one hurt me as much as you did. And I cant figure out why, besides that I was young and stupid. You were a pretty decent boyfriend, a push over but decent. But everyone needs to feel the pain you gave me, its a big part of who made me who I am today. And I happen to like who I am today.<br /><br /><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;">Moving on</i>... I'm getting married. Wow. Me. Getting married. Never would had thought. Sure we've been together for almost six years (wow, six years, really?) but I just never really saw us getting married. I'm a lot like Ben Affleck in "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days". I figure we're happy, why ruin it by getting married. And sure, I still think that. But a small itty bitty part of me is actually kinda excited. Shh, dont tell Martin I said that. I always thought that once you get married, or engaged, the past kinda just... disappears. You dont think of the past or what-could-had-been or why-did-that-end. Why I thought that is beyond me.<br /><br /><span>I guess I'm lucky. I'm lucky because my fiance is my best of all best friends. Literally. We talk about my exes, we talk about his exes, we try to figure out why our past relationships failed. We have real conversations about things like that. He knows how I feel about all of my exes, he knows the ones I wish I was still friends with or the ones hurt me. And he does what I always wished someone would do with that information. He uses to know who I am and how I am. Not against me, but as a better understanding of how I react to things. I'm lucky because in the last six years, he was able to figure who I had a crush on. At work, at school, to him it was so obvious. And he'd pick on me, not in a jealous boyfriend way but in a ooh-I'm-telling-him-you-li</span><wbr><span class="word_break" style="padding: 0px; display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px;"></span>ke-him way. And sometimes between us, its just so easy to forget we're<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><b>together</b>. Because the majority of the time, we dont<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i style="font-family: 'lucida sans','lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;">feel</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>like that. We feel like two best friends hanging out.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br />Words can not express how lucky and blessed and happy I am to have him. To have someone who's just like me. Who sacrifices just to see a smile on their face. To spoil me with hugs and kisses and my favorite food "just because". Who accepts every part of me, and who is completely in love with the tomboy side of me. Someone who'll watch me put on lipstick, wipe it off with his finger, kiss me and whisper "you dont need it". Someone who makes me feel so damn alive. He wont ask why I'm crying if I dont feel like telling him but he'll hug the hell out of me until I'm spent, tuck me in bed and kiss me on the forehead and tell me to sleep it off.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br />I think back to exes and memories and the crazy fucked up crap you go through with them in high school and relationships that ended far too soon. And the boys I miss. And I look at him and I'm glad those relationship ended. I'm glad for all the fucked up crazy shit I went through. I'm glad I got kicked out school. I'm glad I had to repeat senior year. I'm so glad. I'm so glad to be here, with him. With this ring on my finger. With that ring on his.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br />I love you. I love you a million times. In a million different lifetimes. I've always loved you. I will<b> always</b><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>love you. My dope friend. My best friend. My babemerding. A million thank yous. For just being you <3.</span></span>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-13262095940102428692009-11-10T18:03:00.001-08:002009-11-10T18:03:39.139-08:00A few weeks left, but it feels like forever.<p>I want to be back in your arms already. I miss your face. I miss your chin hair scratching the hell out of my face when you kiss me. I miss your dimples and your smile. I miss laying my head on your shoulder and inhaling your scent. I miss your soft squishy wet kisses. I miss your sweet sweat and how it makes my mouth water to the point where I just <i>have</i> to bite you. I miss how you never mind that. I miss you sticking your knuckle in my mouth for me to bite on when I have road rage, or when I'm hungry. I miss when I bite too hard and you say "ow" and pull your hand away and make that scared face. I miss making faces at you all day. I miss your warm hugs and holding your hand. I miss you rubbing my face when I'm stressed out. I miss your forehead kisses. I miss your encouraging hand squeezes.<br /></p><p>I miss you holding the door open in women's restrooms and watching me cause you know the hand dryer scares me. I miss you pulling me away from things you know I dont need to buy. I miss sharing Hazelnut Toffee Mocha's from Seattles Best with you. I miss sharing soup and soda with you at Panera Bread. I miss sending you millions of Wicked videos from YouTube and watching them with you. I miss singing to Wicked with you. I miss singing with you in general. I miss your good morning phone calls and the songs you sing me while I'm waking up. I miss your cheerful "Hi baby!" when I pick up the phone. <i><b>I miss you falling asleep on AIM while I'm still talking</b></i>. I miss you playing your PSP way too loud in the car. I miss you driving me around. I miss how you <i>always</i> have to hold my hand while you drive.<br /></p><p>I hate that we've been apart from each other for this long. I hate how far you are from me. I hate the days I walk in my room and <b>smell you</b>. I hate the times I bite my lip and taste your kiss. I hate getting in my car knowing you wont be joining me soon and I wont be getting a "good morning baby" hug. </p><p>I want to wrap myself in you and just sleep. I want the the its-just-you-and-me-here feeling again. I want you home. I want you here with me, <b>right now</b>. I want you to never leave me again. </p><p>I miss you so much and I try so hard to push it away and to just forget about it. I drown myself in "work" so avoid thinking about how you're not here today or tomorrow or next week. I'm constantly moving cause being idle reminds me I cant pick up the phone and call you about my new idea's or accomplishments or projects. I'm so set on doing something to make you proud when I see you again. And I've got a lot of things I'm working on, and yet none of them make <i>me</i> feel proud. I'm excited for some of them, but I just really wish you were here to work on them <i>with</i> me. Like you always do.</p><p>It feels like we've been apart forever. It feels like I wont see you for another forever. Its just a few more weeks, we're half way done. I cant wait until you come home. I cant wait until I get to show you my projects and I cant wait to show you your surprise gift. I hope you like it. And I hope you like my new projects, its not jewelry but I think you'd be happy to know I'm working on something I've always had a passion for over something I just started. </p><p>I know its hard for you to push yourself without me. I know its hard for you to keep your head on right without me with you. Its hard for both of us, but you're pushing yourself as far as you can and I havent been, and I should. Its not fair for you to and for me to sit here and mope. So the next few weeks, I'll be pushing myself as hard as you're pushing yourself. </p><p>I cant wait to see you again.<br /></p>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-84634483770619606892009-11-09T14:18:00.001-08:002009-11-09T14:30:26.674-08:00Earlyyy phone call!<p>I got <b>several</b> phone calls from Martin this morning to contact our teachers for him. He woke me up at 8:15AM, I was unaware of the time... just happy he called. So I grabbed the numbers and contacted them. Fell back to sleep and he called again, I gave him the info. We talked for a little bit. He's sick with flu-like symptoms :( told him about the sponsorship he said he called his dad prior to calling me and he told him. Its good he called his parents :) and... I dont remember what else. Went back to sleep. He called me again to ask for their more information, so I called the school again and gave him the information. Asked if Marissa was suppose to wear a dress or a tux for the wedding. He said it was up to her. If she <i>wants</i> to wear a dress she can. Went back to sleep. He called again for something, I dont remember at this point lol! </p><p>Finally just got up and I was working on my Wicked site and he called again just to say thank you really quick (people were waiting to use the phone so I guess they got to call home today). I told him my page rates went up and he cracked saying that he was proud of me :) my poor baber! I told him to be good and good luck on his test and he'll be fine, to just let his shin heal and not hurt himself. I'd rather he be fully healed before he does his test then test himself <i>before</i> his test and hurt himself again. He told me to tell <b>Boq</b> he loves him, I thought that was cute. I told him he's gonna have to come home and tame him cause he's super jumpy. </p><p>Then he called again after saying that the last call was going to be his last call lol. I have two first names and he didnt know if there was a space, hyphen or if it was just one word. I was a little offended, but then I realized that I never really <b>write</b> it out, and when he does see it (like on my email) its usually one word. Which its not, there's a space between them. I gave him a big kiss over the phone and he laughed. I'm glad I got him to smile, I tried to sound super cheerful for him. </p><p>I miss him so much. And if <i>I</i> miss him <i>this</i> much, I wonder how much <i>he</i> misses me. Its easier for me because I'm still at home where its familiar where as he's not. I try to send him as many kisses over the phone or on my letters as I can. Even if I just kiss the paper and I draw an arrow saying "I kissed it right there for you" lol. Whatever works, right?! </p><p>Just a few more weeks left. I cant believe we're <b>half way</b> done! Time flew by. The next few weeks (starting next week) is going to be <b>super</b> busy. So I need to get a lot done this week (mostly cleaning cause this room is in <b>serious</b> need of being cleaned). And updating my blogs so I have a few days to walk away from it and get other things done.</p><p>And nowwwwww.... back to work!<br /></p>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-22186164136636859392009-11-08T12:55:00.000-08:002009-11-08T12:56:11.512-08:00Happily groggy.<p>I'm groggy. <i>Someone</i> woke me up this morning... <b>MY BOO LOVES</b>!!! :D</p><p>He called cause I was taking too long to mail out the graduation paper. He sounded a little bit mad at me, but I didnt snap back at him cause its really not that important and I was too happy he was on the phone (see, sometimes distance <i>can</i> be a <b>good</b> thing. Had he had been home, he woulda got the yelling of a lifetime). Once that was out of the way, we got to talk for a bit. Told him all my Wicked news, that mom bought me a hamster and I named him <i>Boq</i> and he laughed :D he liked the name hehe. Told him I havent been shopping cause I've been wanting to watch Wicked and he softened up. He told me about his shin and how he got physical therapy and they have a test tomorrow but he's excused to have his shin heal up, but at 7 weeks they have a test that determines everything so hopefully he's healed up by then. He's been drinking milk and stuff. He went to a Christian church today instead of the Wicca (Wicca <i>is</i> kinda solo mission thing like he mentioned in his last letter). He got this dog tags :D</p><p>What else... there's just so much to say and everything is a blur when you dont know what kind of time limit you're on. I told him everything for the wedding is ordered and I'm waiting for it to ship, asked about if I should do the booking for flight and hotel now or wait, told him about the money... he said he had to pay for clothes and stuff. He told me not to stress, reminded him its <i>me</i> hes talking to lol. Told him I'm trying to get his sponsorship for Thanksgiving. </p><p>His school <i>is</i> going to be in Florida and its going to be longer than we thought it would be with his previous job. So that sucks, I cant fly out to Florida all the time... if Texas is a 5hr flight... how long is Florida?! My ears will be really messed up by the time I get there! I've been avoiding NY for the same reason! But he's saying since we're going to be married by then he's going to try to get me to move out there, I kinda dont want to. Especially if its going to be out of our pocket. I dont really know how school works, I hear a lot of mixed things. I know if they have to be there for six months and over then you're able to move out there and they'll cover it, but I think less than six months is all out of pocket. Plus I'm not ready to move away from my family yet :(<br /></p><p>I think that was it? He was really emotional :( my poor baby. Reminded him that I believe in him, I wouldnt had let him join the military if I didnt think he could make it. Told him to be good and take care and that he'll be fine. We'll see him in a few weeks. I told him to pass so we <i>can</i> get married and he did his baby "yes" and I know exactly what face he made. He kept saying <i>I love you so much</i> and it was getting harder and harder not to break. Dammit boo loves, can we keep things happy over the phone! It was nice to talk to him again after not talking for almost 2 weeks (2 weeks tomorrow). </p><p>He'll be fine. Just a few more weeks left... and it will all be over. And he'll get to come home and we'll get to get married and everything will be fine. Just a few more weeks love. That's all. I believe in you.</p><p><br /></p>zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143253861841686606.post-18347973295241044852009-11-07T18:40:00.000-08:002009-11-07T18:54:07.413-08:00I feel so...I just got two letters from Martin.<br /><br />I need to get his graduation paper back to him, and I was suppose to mail it off yesterday and I forgot so I have to do it tomorrow so it'll be picked up on Monday.<br /><br />Ugh, I'm so sad right now I cant even write.<br /><br />The other letter was about how he went to the ER to get X-Rays for his shins. He's flat footed so its messing up his shin's and he said that they said they were close to being fractured and now he has to take pain killers and start drinking milk (with the already close to no time he has to eat). He has a waiver for something about self paced exercising or something. His next evaluation is some time this month and he might get medically discharged. I dont think its fair that they discharge him just because hes <span style="font-style: italic;">flat footed</span> theres a lot of other people in the military who are flat footed as well. So I hope he doesnt get discharged.<br /><br />I feel so... I dont know... sad.<br /><br />I'm spending all this time setting things for a wedding that might not even happen. And I feel like giving up. I cant do anything to make this better, I cant encourage him from where I am, I cant help him. He has to do this on his own. I feel so bad for even questioning if he'll pass and I feel bad that I'm sad about it cause its like saying I dont believe in him. And I do, but I dont know. I'm just worried.<br /><br />I'm just so sick of every letter being bad news, you know? I know it wasnt going to be easy and I know hes struggling but I didnt think every letter was going to be depressing. I'm almost tempted to not read anymore letters from him. But I know that would be <span style="font-weight: bold;">wrong</span> of me. I guess I'm just use to taking over when he needs help with things, and I cant this time. I cant away his worries, I cant take away his problems, I cant fix them this time. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">He's on his own</span></span>.<br /><br />And this is what it was about. Growing up on our own for awhile, not holding each other's hand. Gaining independence while we're away from each other.<br /><br />I just want things to be okay.zelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12888051254084988650noreply@blogger.com0