A Very Long Engagement

At least it FEELS like it! Garsh. Shawn and I hit nine months together today. I got him a card. It's great. You should see it, but you won't. I'm too lazy to take a picture. And I just sealed the envelope.


A lot has happened in the past couple of weeks!

Let's start with August 17, 2007.
I buckle down and get to work on a quilt after work. And ate next to nothing. And suffered major back aches. All in the name of sewing this dumb quilt that I'm not even sure if the fabrics entirely go with each other. *Fist shakeage* I take four Excedrin (not all at the same time) with the required dosage of water. You'd think after all this time I'd learn that if I don't have enough FOOD in my stomach, taken medicine or a lot of vitamins makes me nauseous. I have some pita bread and hummus when Shawn comes over that night. Two o'clock the next morning, I'm doubled over the toilet puking my guts out. Good times. And nice image. Anyway, I hang in there until three o'clock, and finally decide to give in and just phone Shawn for a blessing. He comes ov er, dressed but half asleep (he had gotten to sleep at two!), and gave me a sweet one, and then camped out on the couch while I went back to bed. Ten minutes later I was up, dashing for the bathroom, he immediately follows, and proceeds to rub my back and holds my hair out of my face while I puke up some more. If that isn't romantic, I don't know what is. I suppose the highlight of the situation was when I said "EXCUSE ME" when I made a gross burping noise before I puked. Shawn assured me it wasn't necessary to practice good manners while I'm ralphing, but you know, just in case. Fortunately that was my last vomiting spell. I take a bath, Shawn goes home to get ready (he said if I didn't think I was going to upchuck any time soon, the plans were still on). A little after five he's back and I'm ready. We leave, noticing thunder and lightning off in the distance. There are fishing rods in the car, so I thought he was taking me fishing, which was way cute.
He gets a phone call though--it was canceled due to the weather! It turns out, the fishing rods were a ruse? decoy? hoax? leader-astrayer? He was actually planning on taking me up in a hot air balloon! He knew I had always wanted to go up on one! Isn't that sweet?

So yeah, that cancels, we go back to my place, take a nap, he makes me some soup, and we watch a bunch of episodes of Psych. We then go on a picnic, eat some food and Shawn jams on his guitar a bunch while I focus on not feeling sick and listening FOR PLEASURE. Isn't he cute?
Anyway (Oh yeah, when he showed up the second time at my house, he came with two dozen yellowish-reddish tipped roses! They were beautiful and perfect.) The ring on my finger is the 8 dollar Walmart ring he used to propose. The drawing is the one I did (from memory=therefore bad) of the ring I picked out a few days later. It's being resized right now. Also pictured are a few highlights from the next day--he bought me brown low top converse shoes! They're so freaking hot and perfect. Thanks Shawn! he cheated and looked at one of my shoes to see what my shoe size was. Oh, in case you were wondering, he did call my Dad the Thursday before to ask permission, which was way cute. And sneaky! I was downstairs, and he had gone upstairs to use the loo, and I had asked him to bring down my phone upon his return, and that's when he got my Dad's cell number. For my birthday he also got a few other of my favorite things: ELF double stuffed fudge cookies, a chocolate orange (pretty much the best thing ever), a pink tie for himself to wear since I think they're so freaking HOT, Q tips and makeup remover since he knew I had been meaning to get them, and a Roald Dahl book of short stories that I picked out from Barnes and Noble. Or Borders...? Then we made his mum's recipe that night (mostly he did it. I was still a bit icky from the day before) of Chicken Broccoli Casserole, which is heaven itself. So all in all I had a fantastic birthday (minus the pukeage) with a fantastic righteous babe. Life is good!



And yes, I did in fact agree to marry him. We're scheduled for December 22!! And on Saturday (sorry, this is all over the place. I tried to be organized!) when we got back to his place after he proposed and went ring shopping for a bit, I walked into the front room after chatting to Mitch for a minute, and a bunch of people yelled SURPRISE! They planned a surprise party for me that night! It was Janay, Rachel, Sarah and Nicole! And it was WAY FUN! Thanks guys! Had a great birthday!

i can't help it!

Rubber Soul

Shawn is right. Itrysohard. (Refer to comments page on the previous entry) It turns out we're seven points more of soul mates than Mitch and I are (am?), so he can stop whining about Mitch's and my compatibility. Because facebook proved Shawn and I are definitely meant to be.
Speaking of the sweetness of it all (My dad's tentative title for his book is The Sweetness. I just hope he changes it. Bless. The rest I've enjoyed so far.), Shawn brought me wildflowers yesterday after work! And he looked super hot and rugged while he did it, too. He picked them while he was out spraying, and even though most of them didn't really make the trek back to my house, they still looked great:

I think the close up on the last picture is great because it looks a bit like a Van Gogh. Which Shawn was obviously going for.

It was fun. I finally met his old friend Juls. And she wasn't really what I expected. And she and her husband were hilarious. Even if I was the only one (minus the dirty jokes. Didn't remember THOSE!) that appreciated Top Secret. That SUCKS!

*sits in silent judgment*

Life is good. Here are some happenings:
I saved a dog! A really cute one! And the owner was a skinny blonde tan ungrateful #%%*($@@*. Ten bucks says she was from California. I mean judging by her APPEARANCE, not her BEHAVIOR. Although... Just kidding Shawn! I don't mean or believe EVERYTHING I say about stereotypes. I just think it's funny how you get so upset about it. If I see that dog again, I'm keeping it this time, instead of calling the owner and waiting ten minutes. She parked across the street, beckoned "Boss" to come to her, yelled thanks and left. Wow. If there's anything I really try to be, it's grateful. So when people are so blatantly clueless and ungrateful like that, it really REALLY p*sses me off. Like I literally (LITERALLY!) have to focus on not punching their faces in, it gets me that angry. Pet Peeve. Good times, right?

After a year in Nauvoo, Shawn returned. Well, LAST weekend, but I still feel like I have some major catching up to do. We've started watching the Beatles Anthology together. How could the Beatles NOT be everyone's all time favorite band ever in the history of humans? They're amazing and so ordinary all at the same time. You see them in a room together bickering and joking and chatting, and it's like any other room with four 20something yr olds. And then you see them surrounded by fans and can't help but feel sorry for all of them, it must've gotten so tedious after the initial shock wore off. And Shawn's hot. He can play For No One on the guitar. That's only a tiny contributing factor to his overall appeal. Kay, I'll stop.

Some Spanish guy keeps calling my phone. Well, I think it's a Spanish recording/telemarketer. And it's so frustrating, because they always call when Shawn's not around, or any Spanish speaker. At first I thought it was Poncho playing a joke (he does stupid jokes akin to that) but upon listening closer, it's clearly a recording. *Fist Shakeage!*

I finished the Joy Luck Club. For probably the 6th time. It's been a few years, so I only remembered little bits of it. And it didn't disappoint. It's a fantastic book, and I recommend it without ANY reservations. At all.

Trying not to further embarrass Shawn (sorry!), I went to his ward on Sunday because he was teaching for Sunday School. And it was great, I was super impressed. I was also impressed by how friendly his ward was! I sat down quietly at the end of an aisle (Shawn was standing at the front getting things ready to start)... well, I told Rachel about it. Here's our conversation:

Kari says :
I sat down (I had to run part of the way to church, I was running late) at the end of an aisle by myself, right before he started conducting Sunday School [oh and I was super gross and sweaty. every two seconds I had to wipe off my forehead, it was sick]
Kari says :
and this girl comes in, introduces herself and tells me she's going to sit next to me [she even has us both scoot over so she can sit next to a friend, but she still talked to me and stuff. Great person!]
Kari says :
SO NICE!
Kari says :
and she's like "are you visiting?"
Rachel says :
Really??
Kari says :
and I said I was
Rachel says :
That's wondeful!!!
Kari says :
and she said with whom?
Rachel says :
awesome, awesome
Kari says :
and I pointed at Shawn
Rachel says :
did you say you were his gf?
Kari says :
and she's like "Yeah he's cute!! OH--Are you his girlfriend?"
Kari says :
and I said I was, and she said she had heard about me and stuff like that.
Kari says :
she was super nice
Kari says :
and then after the lesson Shawn walks over to where I was sitting; and she's like "I met your girlfriend, she's way cute!" right in front of me, and he's like "yeah she is!"
Rachel says :
ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel says :
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kari says :
wasn't that sweet?
Rachel says :
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel says :
that kills with its consideration!
Rachel says :
i hope you made out with him for that
Rachel says :
he's a doll!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel says :
and you are cute, Kari. There is no denying that!
Kari says :
SHUT UP

Her name was Nicki. Nikki. Nicky. Anyway, one of those. And Rachel has a tendency to overreact. Anyway, during testimony meeting, a girl came up that was the spitting image of one of my old district leaders from the mission, and she introduced herself and said she was from Wyoming and I realized THAT WAS HIS LITTLE SISTER!! I talked to her afterwards to make doubly sure and I was right! He was a great missionary, too, funny in a quirky do impressions of him later behind his back sort of way (NOT maliciously!), so it was fun to meet a family member like that. I also discovered that Shawn's roommate Mitch and I are movie soulmates. As in our tastes in movies are so freakishly close it's scary. And so close that it wouldn't even permit Shawn to take the test to compare his and my tastes to see if we were movie compatible. Bless. I thought it was funny. Anyway, life is good. Even if I AM going to be 24 in less than two weeks. Sick. I'm old. F*** YOUR TEEN ANGST! BECAUSE I'M DYING!

Oh yeah. I love the fact that my boss coughs more than my boyfriend, so when I'm dinking around on the computer on a dumb non-work related website, like this one, I can usually hear her coming in time to change to the computer screen to the budget spreadsheet or something.
And the water was yellow in the drinking fountain here! SICK! It looked like urine! And I was devastated (and grossed out) because I was so thirsty! Kay that's all.

Take that mom. TAKE THAT. Miss Priss my FOOT. (My foot's okay Rachel, don't worry)

You Are Not Prissy

You're the furthest thing from a princess - and you probably stay far away from any princess types you know. You have an easygoing approach to living. It doesn't take a lot to make you happy. And when life requires it, you're ready to get your hand a little dirty. There's no problem you're too prissy to tackle!

How Prissy Are You?