is awesome.
Really awesome. And very thoughtful. And very funny. And very sneaky. And very manly. And we're getting married soon, which is also awesome.
Thanks, love.
8/16/2007
8/04/2007
Sorry, Sister.
Tonight The Franchise and I went to a party. It was a huge party, and it was fun. There was food. A lot of people were there.
I am a social person, so I can move through a room fairly easily without knowing many people and have not too many problems meeting people and creating friends. When I've attended social events with significant others in the past, one of my measuring sticks was seeing if they could handle themselves in a social situation without hanging on my arm. Unsurprisingly, and thankfully, The Franchise can do this. With much confidence. The Franchise has a lot of confidence, which attracts women (it worked for me...).
So there I am, talking to neighbors I haven't seen in a while, eating food, and moving about the room. The Franchise does the same. Not long after that, we stand together in a corner and (no, we were not making out!) (really.) were discussing some things. I left again to sort of wander, when I noticed a couple of girls approach him with their Feelers.
The Feelers are something that is born to most women I know, though they may be in varying strengths. The Feelers are what girls utilize to attempt to attract men. They communicate with their body language, how they laugh, how much they laugh, their eyes, topics of conversation, and level of enthusiasm. And if they choose to, other girls can ALWAYS tell when other girls are using the Feelers. (Girls may choose to ignore them and go for the guy anyway, but that's typically a conscious decision.)
These girls were totally trying to turn the charm on -- especially one girl. 1- I've never wanted to be the jealous, clingy girlfriend/fiancee/wife, and I make effort at not doing so. 2- I found the whole thing so amusing, and I didn't want to just laugh in her face. 3- The Franchise does a fabulous job of communicating how much he loves and cares for me, so I wasn't really concerned about her so-called wiles. I walked away, figuring The Franchise could handle himself.
He can. :) They chatted it up for a while. Turns out she's from near his Hometown, probably met him when they were teenagers, and was friends with a girl he dated. The Franchise is also a very smart and perceptive man, and totally sensed what this girl was up to. He managed to slip in that he'd moved from Houston to be with me. Though I couldn't hear what was going on, I thought I'd go get some more food and see if this girl was a long-lost pal from the past. I somehow managed to show up just as he was completing the How We Met story. After chatting just the three of us for a moment, and her confirming that I am, indeed, Cinderella, it was amazing how quickly she was gone.
In her defense, if you see an attractive man who doesn't appear to be with someone, and he's not wearing a ring, how the heck are you supposed to know that he's taken and will be married in about six weeks? You don't! I've been on the receiving end of that (though not this exact situation) and it's not fun.
And this is why men should start wearing engagement rings. Especially in Utah, and especially especially in the Provo area.
I am a social person, so I can move through a room fairly easily without knowing many people and have not too many problems meeting people and creating friends. When I've attended social events with significant others in the past, one of my measuring sticks was seeing if they could handle themselves in a social situation without hanging on my arm. Unsurprisingly, and thankfully, The Franchise can do this. With much confidence. The Franchise has a lot of confidence, which attracts women (it worked for me...).
So there I am, talking to neighbors I haven't seen in a while, eating food, and moving about the room. The Franchise does the same. Not long after that, we stand together in a corner and (no, we were not making out!) (really.) were discussing some things. I left again to sort of wander, when I noticed a couple of girls approach him with their Feelers.
The Feelers are something that is born to most women I know, though they may be in varying strengths. The Feelers are what girls utilize to attempt to attract men. They communicate with their body language, how they laugh, how much they laugh, their eyes, topics of conversation, and level of enthusiasm. And if they choose to, other girls can ALWAYS tell when other girls are using the Feelers. (Girls may choose to ignore them and go for the guy anyway, but that's typically a conscious decision.)
These girls were totally trying to turn the charm on -- especially one girl. 1- I've never wanted to be the jealous, clingy girlfriend/fiancee/wife, and I make effort at not doing so. 2- I found the whole thing so amusing, and I didn't want to just laugh in her face. 3- The Franchise does a fabulous job of communicating how much he loves and cares for me, so I wasn't really concerned about her so-called wiles. I walked away, figuring The Franchise could handle himself.
He can. :) They chatted it up for a while. Turns out she's from near his Hometown, probably met him when they were teenagers, and was friends with a girl he dated. The Franchise is also a very smart and perceptive man, and totally sensed what this girl was up to. He managed to slip in that he'd moved from Houston to be with me. Though I couldn't hear what was going on, I thought I'd go get some more food and see if this girl was a long-lost pal from the past. I somehow managed to show up just as he was completing the How We Met story. After chatting just the three of us for a moment, and her confirming that I am, indeed, Cinderella, it was amazing how quickly she was gone.
In her defense, if you see an attractive man who doesn't appear to be with someone, and he's not wearing a ring, how the heck are you supposed to know that he's taken and will be married in about six weeks? You don't! I've been on the receiving end of that (though not this exact situation) and it's not fun.
And this is why men should start wearing engagement rings. Especially in Utah, and especially especially in the Provo area.
Yay!
Today I took my car to the dealership, since it's still under warranty, and I had a couple of things that needed to be fixed before I could register it. The man at the dealership was SO nice and friendly and HONEST. He also did not treat me like I've been treated with car stuff: "Since you're a girl, you have no idea what you're talking about. I'm going to rip you off." He did exactly what was asked, fixed it, and sent me on my way. Then I went to get the oil changed at Jiffy Lube. Same thing. SO nice, SO considerate, no "You're stupid 'cause you're a girl" vibes. Very respectful. I think the car industry's gone into a customer service upheaval, and it's about time.
7/29/2007
Wedding Vents Since I Can't Sleep
Not that I don't appreciate it all, but why didn't you tell me that everything has strings attached?
If the dress has strings attached, guess what. I'm calling the lady, and she's going to stop the alterations and we're taking it back. We can not do the reception at the current planned location and we can move it somewhere else.
If you're worried about "making it up" or whatever, then pay her!
I can't even pick what I want without you two knocking it down! Since when did it become YOUR wedding, anyway?
Please don't think I'm not grateful. I am. Really. And I love you. Just....WHY does it have to be this complicated?
ARGH!
If the dress has strings attached, guess what. I'm calling the lady, and she's going to stop the alterations and we're taking it back. We can not do the reception at the current planned location and we can move it somewhere else.
If you're worried about "making it up" or whatever, then pay her!
I can't even pick what I want without you two knocking it down! Since when did it become YOUR wedding, anyway?
Please don't think I'm not grateful. I am. Really. And I love you. Just....WHY does it have to be this complicated?
ARGH!
7/11/2007
Ta-da!
September 15th. It's a Saturday. It's also the day that I'll be marrying The Franchise. In some ways, it seems close. In some ways, it still seems like it'll never get here.
I've decided that I'm going kind of minimalist on wedding stuff. I'm not buying a wedding gown. Instead, I'm buying a really nice outfit with the money that I would have spent on a gown, only I'll be able to wear it more than just once! :)
I'm discovering that it is not easy to plan a minimalist wedding. The wedding industry is so massive and so crazy that it's difficult to know where to turn if you don't want all of the frills. Maybe I should start a support group. :)
It's nice to have a goal. It's nice to have a direction. It's nice to move on with life.
I've decided that I'm going kind of minimalist on wedding stuff. I'm not buying a wedding gown. Instead, I'm buying a really nice outfit with the money that I would have spent on a gown, only I'll be able to wear it more than just once! :)
I'm discovering that it is not easy to plan a minimalist wedding. The wedding industry is so massive and so crazy that it's difficult to know where to turn if you don't want all of the frills. Maybe I should start a support group. :)
It's nice to have a goal. It's nice to have a direction. It's nice to move on with life.
6/02/2007
Being Cornered
*** Warning: More Venting. Please do take the general vibe into consideration. (And there are exceptions. You know who you are. )***
If I could have a wish, it would be that I not be asked about wedding stuffs anymore. I'd be content to start with not having anyone ask anything related to "So, Cinderella, how are wedding plans?" for a whole 24 hours. Then maybe the next goal would be 48 hours, and so on. Maybe people would forget about it completely.
Yes, I do understand that people are excited for me and want to share in the happiness and joy. That's great. I feel loved. I really do. By the time that I rotate through everyone that I see on a more or less frequent basis, and everyone wants to check up, it feels like I'm being asked all the time by everyone. Am I overreacting? Probably. It's so annoying, though. Then I feel bad for being annoyed, when all people are wanting is to be nice and helpful. Can you tell I'm green? :)
And oddly enough, it's SO much less threatening when it's online than in person. In person, the person is standing there, waiting for an answer. I have social norms to uphold. Online, I can take my sweet time. I don't have to answer right away. There's so much less pressure, and I have a moment or two extra to word things exactly the way I want to.
I don't hate you. Please don't hate me.
Right now, there's not a date. When there is, I'll let you know.
If I could have a wish, it would be that I not be asked about wedding stuffs anymore. I'd be content to start with not having anyone ask anything related to "So, Cinderella, how are wedding plans?" for a whole 24 hours. Then maybe the next goal would be 48 hours, and so on. Maybe people would forget about it completely.
Yes, I do understand that people are excited for me and want to share in the happiness and joy. That's great. I feel loved. I really do. By the time that I rotate through everyone that I see on a more or less frequent basis, and everyone wants to check up, it feels like I'm being asked all the time by everyone. Am I overreacting? Probably. It's so annoying, though. Then I feel bad for being annoyed, when all people are wanting is to be nice and helpful. Can you tell I'm green? :)
And oddly enough, it's SO much less threatening when it's online than in person. In person, the person is standing there, waiting for an answer. I have social norms to uphold. Online, I can take my sweet time. I don't have to answer right away. There's so much less pressure, and I have a moment or two extra to word things exactly the way I want to.
I don't hate you. Please don't hate me.
Right now, there's not a date. When there is, I'll let you know.
Caffeine and Venting
Okay, friends. I made the mistake tonight of drinking caffeine later than I should have and watching 24. So, here I am.
Before I start, this is a vent post. This means that the things I am venting about are not meant to offend those who may still read this every once in a while. If the things I'm about to discuss describe you perfectly, I probably don't actually hate you. So please don't hate me. They just need to be removed from the system, you know?
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Wedding stuff is not something I enjoy. As I just mentioned, I'm getting married. Contrary to the way things commonly seem to be, I do NOT look forward to planning "my wedding." I don't care about chair covers. Or sashes. Or flimsy chairs that "look elegant." Does it all look elegant? Yes. Can they make a room look fabulous? Absolutely. But have you even thought about what it takes the servers to put them up and take them down? It takes a LONG TIME. And will that much extra money make your marriage that much better? What about my student loans? What about my car payment? What if I'd like to have a couch to sit on or a table to eat dinner on?
I don't care about color coordination. I'm not going to be offended if anyone wears a particular color to my event. I find black to be an elegant color. (My cousin thinks it's bad luck for people to wear black to a wedding.) To my bridesmaids: You will not exist. Since you don't exist, I won't be buying you dresses, corsages, makeovers, haircuts or nail jobs. Or presents. Often, the colors that people pick don't look that great anyway, clash with the room, and will be out of style in six months. YES. Six months. Unless you pick like, red & black. Or navy blue and black.
As far as the wedding day goes, do not expect it to be perfect. It's not possible for it to be 100% perfect. If you think it will be, you are wrong. If everything goes perfectly for the ceremony and the dress and the flowers, something will happen with the cake. If it doesn't, something will happen with the dinner (like the servers might bring out the wrong dressing. Or spill cranberry juice on your wedding gown). They won't mean to do it. It'll just happen. Or 10 guests will all say that they're allergic to shellfish when you order a dinner entree for the party that has a seafood sauce. They'll say that whether they actually ARE, or whether they're too picky to just remove the offending chunks of the sauce. Then it'll slow down the serving staff, but you'll be tempted to be mad at them anyway, even though they're trying their best. It's not like they're sitting back in the back, thinking it'd be funny if they just ignored you.
I just don't care. It's too much energy. It's too much work. And I'll just end up offending people that I care about that do care about stuff like that. But when I see it all the time, it just gets really old really quickly. No, I do not care about being a "Princess for the Day." No, it's not "My Day." No, I have not been planning my wedding day since age 12. And no, I will not be hiring someone to sing "Sunrise, Sunset" during any part of my "event."
{End Rant....for now}
Before I start, this is a vent post. This means that the things I am venting about are not meant to offend those who may still read this every once in a while. If the things I'm about to discuss describe you perfectly, I probably don't actually hate you. So please don't hate me. They just need to be removed from the system, you know?
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Wedding stuff is not something I enjoy. As I just mentioned, I'm getting married. Contrary to the way things commonly seem to be, I do NOT look forward to planning "my wedding." I don't care about chair covers. Or sashes. Or flimsy chairs that "look elegant." Does it all look elegant? Yes. Can they make a room look fabulous? Absolutely. But have you even thought about what it takes the servers to put them up and take them down? It takes a LONG TIME. And will that much extra money make your marriage that much better? What about my student loans? What about my car payment? What if I'd like to have a couch to sit on or a table to eat dinner on?
I don't care about color coordination. I'm not going to be offended if anyone wears a particular color to my event. I find black to be an elegant color. (My cousin thinks it's bad luck for people to wear black to a wedding.) To my bridesmaids: You will not exist. Since you don't exist, I won't be buying you dresses, corsages, makeovers, haircuts or nail jobs. Or presents. Often, the colors that people pick don't look that great anyway, clash with the room, and will be out of style in six months. YES. Six months. Unless you pick like, red & black. Or navy blue and black.
As far as the wedding day goes, do not expect it to be perfect. It's not possible for it to be 100% perfect. If you think it will be, you are wrong. If everything goes perfectly for the ceremony and the dress and the flowers, something will happen with the cake. If it doesn't, something will happen with the dinner (like the servers might bring out the wrong dressing. Or spill cranberry juice on your wedding gown). They won't mean to do it. It'll just happen. Or 10 guests will all say that they're allergic to shellfish when you order a dinner entree for the party that has a seafood sauce. They'll say that whether they actually ARE, or whether they're too picky to just remove the offending chunks of the sauce. Then it'll slow down the serving staff, but you'll be tempted to be mad at them anyway, even though they're trying their best. It's not like they're sitting back in the back, thinking it'd be funny if they just ignored you.
I just don't care. It's too much energy. It's too much work. And I'll just end up offending people that I care about that do care about stuff like that. But when I see it all the time, it just gets really old really quickly. No, I do not care about being a "Princess for the Day." No, it's not "My Day." No, I have not been planning my wedding day since age 12. And no, I will not be hiring someone to sing "Sunrise, Sunset" during any part of my "event."
{End Rant....for now}
Oh, By The Way...
I imagine most of you know by now that I am engaged. We don't have a date yet. Yes, I'm okay with that.
5/12/2007
New Roommates
Sadly, Violin Roommate moved out about two and a half weeks ago. I think that she'll go down in Cinderella History has my favorite roommate (while single) ever. It was nice to have a music major roommate who was gone at least as often (if not more so) than I was, at similar things. With both of us doing it, we didn't get so much of the "why aren't you around very much?" and "why do you always have to practice?" We're quite similar in some ways, and different in others that complimented each other. *sigh* She is definitely missed.
The new roommate in her spot is Landlord's Granddaughter (LG for short). LG, as far as I can tell, is not LDS, and her boyfriend is here much more often than not. (Yes. Take it that way.) So now, I have five roommates instead of just four, and there is a coffee pot with coffee in our house. I came home last night to the smell of coffee. In small doses, coffee can smell pretty good. Since a lot of my mom's side of the family isn't LDS and does drink coffee, the smell often reminds me of them. I don't mind walking into a Starbucks and getting a whiff while I wait for my occasional vanilla steamed milk. For some reason, though, I was bothered by smelling it when I came home from work last night. Oh well. At least I won't be living here that much longer.
Shy Roommate thinks that our landlord may be wanting to sell our house sometime soon. He's given LG a credit card solely, it seems, to buy things the house needs and to fix it up. I hear that she's planning on painting the outside of the house soon. She's purchased a vacuum cleaner and a lawn mower so far (not including the free hot tub that Orange found on craigslist). I feel bad for my roommates. This has been a pretty good house to live in, with unbelievably low rent and a great location. Oh, well. Will I miss it? I dunno. :)
The new roommate in her spot is Landlord's Granddaughter (LG for short). LG, as far as I can tell, is not LDS, and her boyfriend is here much more often than not. (Yes. Take it that way.) So now, I have five roommates instead of just four, and there is a coffee pot with coffee in our house. I came home last night to the smell of coffee. In small doses, coffee can smell pretty good. Since a lot of my mom's side of the family isn't LDS and does drink coffee, the smell often reminds me of them. I don't mind walking into a Starbucks and getting a whiff while I wait for my occasional vanilla steamed milk. For some reason, though, I was bothered by smelling it when I came home from work last night. Oh well. At least I won't be living here that much longer.
Shy Roommate thinks that our landlord may be wanting to sell our house sometime soon. He's given LG a credit card solely, it seems, to buy things the house needs and to fix it up. I hear that she's planning on painting the outside of the house soon. She's purchased a vacuum cleaner and a lawn mower so far (not including the free hot tub that Orange found on craigslist). I feel bad for my roommates. This has been a pretty good house to live in, with unbelievably low rent and a great location. Oh, well. Will I miss it? I dunno. :)
4/02/2007
Junior Recital
Hi, all!
I was just wanting to let those who are interested know that I have my junior recital coming up and would love for you to come. It will be on April 15th (a Sunday). If you are interested in details, feel free to contact me. If you have an alternate method of contacting me besides my blog, that's the preference. If not, we'll work something out. :)
I was just wanting to let those who are interested know that I have my junior recital coming up and would love for you to come. It will be on April 15th (a Sunday). If you are interested in details, feel free to contact me. If you have an alternate method of contacting me besides my blog, that's the preference. If not, we'll work something out. :)
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