Home Alone

I learned over the weekend, well I more of confirmed that I truly don't like having the house all to myself.

With my family away for the night, and my fiance, well, being the good man that he is, I was forced to spend the night alone at my house. Awesome.

I thought I could be brave, but I was clearly wrong. I double checked that all the doors were locked, I shut all the windows, and I left most of the lights on.
I kept my bedroom door open so that I could see the happenings outside my room.(this was after a long debate whether or not to sleep in my parents room)

Many strange dreams, some nightmares, and not enough sleep later, I made it through the night.

Good thing Will was just a phone call away, so that I could have a comfort, and good thing church was at nine and he showed up at 8:30.

We also learned that showering while being home alone is a terrifying thing. Absolutely horrible. (Thanks Alfred Hitchcock for that one)


Being sunburned is really the greatest. Unless you have another engagement shoot the next morning.

Sneak preview

Here is a small preview. 

We had a good time. 

We both happen to be rather awkward in pictures.

Boring neutrals

Registering at Target was quite the experience.
And you can learn quite a lot about someone by registering.
What we learned:
-Will is a big fan of bright colors.(already aware of, but was a greatly prominent topic of the outing)
-Brenna is a big fan of neutral colors.
-Both Brenna and Will are particular about pillows, but have the same particularities
-Stainless steel is fabulous
-If Brenna doesn't know what kind of cooking utensil it is, odds are she can't cook with it, so there isn't a point in registering for it.
-Will is very particular of his bath towels. Just the right amount of fluff.
-Brenna needs numbers on the clock if the clock is going in the kitchen.
-Will needs a pizza pan.

It was an adventure, one that I highly recommend.

The up-close and personal

My Fiance is better than yours. I can guarantee.

Receiving a text from him after work stating that he had gotten Saturday night off so that we could have a real date, made my heart skip.

Planning a whole day with me free of wedding stress and planning, well, like I said, he's the greatest. (This of course is after he had tricked me on Saturday, thinking that Saturday was our wedding free day and it turned out to be registering at Target)

This boy puts up with my strange birth control mood-swings. I'm not one to break down and cry. Crying isn't a normal thing for me. However birth control gave me the full 180, and I now cry on a regular basis, for reasons that I myself can't even explain. I also throw a mean fit now and then.
Will is a trooper. One I think I'll keep.

Jealousy

Being engaged is the worst. I'm ready for marriage.

His late night work schedule is completely unfair. I find myself texting him the most random things simply to get his attention. Yeah, it's rather pathetic.

We just all have to remember that it's a million times better than being 4 hours away. That my friends, is something we will never do again.

A whopping 70 days people.

Tomorrow a date is scheduled that involves 0 wedding discussion. It's greatly needed.

No money, no luck

Folding laundry has next to no appeal when I'm not getting paid to do it. My laundry has now taken the habit of forming piles all over my floor. That's what you get for going back to your own room I suppose. No sense of organization.

The nerves of anticipation for tomorrow are making me crazy. Good thing I have an interview tomorrow to perhaps help?  But, it could end up making it worse. Look out world, I might just be a basket case.

No, I haven't packed. And no, I don't plan on doing it any time today. Oh well.

I'm much too disorganized of a person to be planning a wedding. My mom is the greatest guys. She really is.

I bought a few things at the Old Navy today for no apparent reason. However, I am certain that shopping is not a therapy for me. Seeing as I am surrounded by clothes every day, I know exactly what I want when I get around to buying it. Maybe it's the new clothes smell that's therapeutic.

Perhaps one day I'll be better at writing in this blog.

I've moved home, but haven't unpacked
I went back to work at Old Navy, and nothing has changed
I started running again, but forgot how it felt to run outside
I have nearly immersed myself in wedding planning, but I haven't gotten anywhere
I've read a lot of books, but none with paper
I got a rockin sunburn, but now I'm peeling. Everywhere.
I'm going to Texas on Thursday, but not to see the 3 missionaries I love that serve there.
I'm back in Relief Society, but I'm the youngest again.
I downloaded instagram, but am still too lazy to take pictures.
I received a t.v., but not a remote.
I'm meeting the parents this week, but I won't be watching Meet the Parents.(Simply out of fear)
College is a great way to diet, but I missed opening the fridge and seeing it full.
Football is fun, but not when you get tackled underneath two boys weighing 200 lbs. each.
I was offered a job at a radio station, but not in Utah


That's all