I found my wedding dress!

I really love it because it has that perfect combination of Sarcophagus/English Wig/Coif look that I was really going for. Talk about a great find. It's couture. Now...I just need to find matching bridesmaid dresses!

2010.......

So. My new year was anticlimactic as always (besides the fact that I had the traditional surf-n-turf dinner with my family, which is AWESOME). We of course partook in the, oh-so-exciting 60 second count-down, getting particularly excited at the ten second mark. then...3.....2.....1........! Oh hey 2010, you feel just like 2009.

FALSE!

2010 felt the same for about 15 hours, after which, things were drastically different. Because....yes.....I'm ENGAGED!!!!

I HAVE ENGAGEMENT

TIM ENGAGED ME

I'M BETROTHED

I HAVE UPCOMING NUPTIALS

I'M TO BE WED

HE PROPOSED

HUZZAH

HUZZAH

HUZZAH!

The sneakster took me completely by surprise and proposed to me on January 1. We were on a hike in Boulder, (a snow hike, a slippery hike, and a cold hike). Mid hike, I stopped to catch my breath and turned around. Because my hands were freezing, I put them in his pockets to warm them up.

BAM

The ring was in there.

I didn't feel it, but Tim kind of unceremoniously ripped my hand out of his pocket, which was a very strange gesture in my eyes. A few seconds later, he dropped to his knee in the snow...and proposed.

The rest is history folks. And no, I won't give you more details. Some things you just keep private. Bahahahahahaha

Post engagement, we went to his house in Boulder where my whole family had come up to celebrate with us! Viki made a delicious feast, and we had the COOLEST cake ever from Whole Foods! Deeeeeelish.

I couldn't be happier, or more blessed. I keep having trouble falling asleep because of how lucky I am. I'm insanely excited to spend the rest of my life with TIMOTHY WILLIAM ERICKSON!

Details to Follow! :)

5, 6, 7, 8, 9!!

9 Ladies Dancing! 8 maids a-milking.
7 swans a-swimming! Synchronized, of course.
Six geese a laying (by the ocean, not laying eggs)...do geese even lay eggs? Yes I know they lay golden eggs, but normal ones?
5 gooooooolden rings! (ding dong ding dong ding)

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to meeee...

4 calling birds. Whom...may I ask....are they calling? My best guess is probably the three french hens. Yes, it's an international call, but still.

Speaking of hens. Did you know at Disneyland, they have the Turkey that has the Presidential Pardon at Thanksgiving? I know that turkey's aren't the same as hens...but they're both poultry. Ok, so every year the president pardon's 1 turkey at Thanksgiving to be spared from the knife, the oven, and ultimately, the acidity of the stomach. This one special turkey then gets to hang out at Disneyland all year. Awesome. Here's my question...what happens to the turkey when the year is over, and a new "pardoned" turkey gets to take his place? I bet the old one gets killed and eaten for Thanksgiving! It's all a ruse! So instead of being the one lucky turkey who's life was graciously spared by the leader of our country (which, by the way is a very random tradition), he ends up being the turkey that lives for a year with the knowledge that he is going to die. He probably scratches a countdown in his little turkey coup. If there's ONE way that Disneyland wouldn't be fun, it would be because you're stuck on display and are on a countdown to death. Poor turkey.

Thrrrreeeeeeeee French Hens

Why French? Why not American? I mean, the song is sung in English....not French. I'm just saying...

On the Second Day of Christmas...

Okay...as Andy Bernard so aptly pointed out, it's a bit curious that the first seven days of the 12 days of Christmas is basically 30 birds. That's a lot of fowl. I wonder if the partridge shares the pear tree, or if the other birds have to continue to hover in the air until the 12th day is complete? Just think of the chaos...especially when you get the maids-a-milking, dancers dancing, and drummers drumming.

On another note, my wonderful boyfriend took me to see the nutcracker last weekend. Nostalgia. I can remember getting so excited to see the Nutcracker with Grandma when I was younger. Putting on my best dress (although it was all about the shoes for me. I always wanted red sparkly ones, with a Mary-Jane strap over the top. Still on the hunt....) and getting to see the ballerina's prance and dance around the stage, secretly wanting to be dressed up like them in poofy tutu's. It's such a magical production; my favorite is when they do the dances from around the world. Ahhhhh those mad Russians get me every time! Male ballerina's, (ballerino's?) are so

stinking bouncy! They just frolic around stage in garments which are SURE to cut off circulation, bounce around ---to the height of which might rival basketball players-- spin like a daredevil, and THEN, they finish in a silent landing. It boggles the mind.

The First day of Christmas

what does it mean?