Wanna hear a story?

November 22nd. It was a Tuesday.

And I knew what was going to happen.

(Matt will try to tell you that he was super sneaky, and there was no way I guess what was going on. But. I did. The Sunday before, I even told my dad "Dad. I think Matt's gonna propose on Tuesday, just so you know." Totally right. Boo-ya.)

That morning, he showed up at my apartment...cuz we carpooled every morning...and I thought to myself, "Matt sure looks like he just got a haircut. Hmm...a proposal haircut?" Hello. Clue #1

We go to work, and I was busy, busy, busy. It was my last week at the Training Center in Sandy, and I was trying to get a lot done before I transferred up North. We had planned to go to lunch at 1:00, and Matt showed up, surprisingly right on time. And in a different outfit then he was wearing when he picked me up for work. He had changed--and into my favorite red sweater, I might add. Yup, Clue #2.

I was on the phone with Karlene, discussing the Trust Account section of our training manual and working out some editing. Matt stood there patiently for all of 5 seconds...kinda uncharacteristic for Matt. I looked over and he was glaring at me, and pointing to the imaginary wristwatch he wasn't wearing, and mouthed "We got to go. I have a meeting i got to get back to". Two things here:

 

1. Matt is not impatient

And.

2. Matt doesn't have urgent meetings. Ever.

Clues #3 and #4.

So I hurridly hung up on Karlene, and told work I'd be back in an hour. We walk out and Matt starts talking in his go to Southern Accent. Clue #5---when Matt's hding something he switches to a Southern Accent. No one knows why.

I ask him where we're going as we get off the elevator, and he says "Some things just got to be a surprise"...and then continues to hand me some sunglasses...and says "You got to put these on."

Required sunglasses? What?

Not just ordinary sunglasses. These sunglasses had black paper covering the lenses. And blinders. Clue #5. (sidenote: One of the reasons I know Matt is the perfect man for me. He didn't want to ruin my hair with a blindfold.) (He knows me so well).

So we get in the car and start driving...for like 20 minutes. At this point I knew it was coming, and I was freaking out. Not because I was going to be getting engaged. No no no. I was freaking out, cuz we left 15 minutes late, and spent 20 minutes driving, and Matt had a "meeting" to get back to...so my proposal was going to go something like this "So, wanna? Yeah? Done. I'll give you the ring in the car." I didn't want a rushed proposal!

While I was internally panicing about the timetable of events, we arrived at our supposed destination. He came and opened the door, and helped me out...I was still "blindfolded", although, because they were just sunglasses, I'm sure people thought I was crazy, with my hands out, trying to feel my way.
Matt met up with someone who said "follow me"...So we did. We followed this stranger right down a dark, cold, side ally, into a strange back door. A little creeped out at this point. Matt guided me inside, and into an open area, quiet area. Quiet, but echoy.

What the H was going on?

Matt took my sunglasses, but told  me to keep my eyes closed. He took my hands, and told me how much he loved me, and how much I meant to him. (Matt has this emotional voice he switches to, where he speaks in broken sentences and says and alot. It's very cute.) Emotional Speech--Clue #6.

I opened my eyes and Matt was kneeling on the stage of the Capital Theater, ring outreached. He said something about me being the center of his stage and the star of his show. (I'm sure it was very cute and awesome...but i seriously can't remember what he said)....And asked me to spend the rest of our lives and eternity together.


Clue #7.

And I jumped into his arms, kissed his face, and told him yes. 

November 22nd. Gonna rememeber that date for a long time.

Proposaling, Engageding, Weddinging, Smiling...

I got me a fiancé =)

Go ahead. Shout your Hoorays.

I've been meaning to document this for months. But (who knew), wedding planning is a pretty extensive, time consuming thing. There are things to tell you though. I even made a list

1) About my lover-fiancé-face

2) How he proposed

3) Show you cute pictures of our happiness

Feel free to take notes on how romantic is done.

(This will probably get spread out over a couple different posts. But I'll try to post quickly. I know how anxious you are to know the deets.)

Meet Matthew Warren Jaynes.

24 year old, Blue-eyed, BYU graduated Accountant. Cooking Extraordinaire. Disneyland Annual Passholder. Self-Proclaimed Genius. Gospel Loving, Family Prioritized, Fast Driver.

Grey's Anatomy-Watching-To-Make-Me-Happy, Bearded Stud Muffin.

He's pretty much my perfect man.

We used to work together at America First Credit Union, in their training department. He trained all the newbie tellers, and I trained everyone else. We actually worked together for 6 months before the thought even crossed our minds to be attracted to each other. In fact, we were both dating other people for that first 6 months. Strangely, we both broke up with those other people around the same time...and within weeks, we went on our first date. Within weeks of that, Matthew was already hopelessly in love with me. And within weeks of that we pretty much spent every second we could together.

And we are the happiest people I know.

Obviously.

I’m Gone…

Goodbye #412…

        

Goodbye overly loud and humid laundry room the made my walls vibrate at all hours of the night…

Goodbye Martha, my crazy neighbors who rudely interrupted my life most the time I was sleeping…

  

Goodbye Otis, our mostly reliable, semi-suicidal elevator.

Goodbye creepy iron gate that scared away everyone, welcome visitors or not.

Goodbye my most favorite drive out of SLC.

Goodbye Chateau Le Man. It’s been a good two years. Miss me.

Movin On (part deux)

You know, the first post I ever wrote was written on the first night I slept in my new apartment in downtown Salt Lake City. 2 and a half years ago. I can’t really think about it, cuz it kinda seems like yesterday. And it doesn’t really make sense to be packing up the apartment I just moved into yesterday.

My Wendell is being all ambitious and moving to Nebraska for law school (Go Creighton!), and now I’m un-shelving my books and boxing pots and pans.

Bittersweet, really. On the bright side, I'm moving to Riverdale, back to my old basement apartment (yup, the one I’ve moved in and out of. Twice.) I'll be close to my family, close to my babies, close to the school I’m sure I’ll eventually graduate from.

Downside? I currently live in the heart of an amazing city. Interesting places, interesting people, and all my favorite restaurants within 7 minutes of my apartment. I live with the most fabulous roommate, and her almost mostly fabulous puppy. I have one really nice neighbor, and hundreds of others that don’t talk to me, which I really appreciate. And my building is called Chateau Le Man. Um, hello. That makes it awesome.

I’m gonna miss it. Muchos. Times two.

Oh well. Got to keep moving. Hopefully this is me making good decisions.

Absolute Faves.

I don't know if you know this, but I'm related to the cutest little babies ever.

Proof?

Meet Max(right) and Owen(left).

Aww...They're holding hands. Tote Adorbs =)

Day 8

 

Short Term Goals for the Month…

I thought I’d wait until the first of the month to post this---give myself a full 31 days to complete.

(I kinda hate goals, I won’t lie. I’ve made a point not to make any…reduces the chances of failure, I’ve found)

But, in the spirit of blogging, I’ll concede.

Goals for the month of May

…Blah…

1. Finish my book Tess of the D'Urbervilles—I’ve only been reading it on and off for a year…so maybe its time.
2. Do my visiting teaching.
3. Make progress on my painting (I went from finish, to significant progress, to progress. I aim high)
4. Go camping. In a tent.
5. I’m trying to lessen my sugar intake. So we’ll make that a goal—Eat less chocolate.
6. Work-out like…twice a week.
7. Wear a hat out and about.
8. Visit Four Corners.
9. Practice the piano and the guitar weekly.
10. Ride the Sky Coaster at Lagoon.
11. Go to the Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Point.

Day 7

A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you….

Okay…

I just love my parents. More than anything. This is what a relationship should be like. This is how you love. And they’ve taught me this throughout my life—I want to be like just like them someday. Probably why I’m being so picky. My future husband has a lot to live up to.

  

Are you seeing how awesome these people are? Look closely. How could I not be affected by them. They’re fantastic!

(we are missing a couple people in this picture, namely Baby Owen and Whore-hey(Jorge)—Saydee’s Lover/Spouse…They are important too, but I haven’t taken a picture with them in it yet.)

And of course. My foundation.