And without further ado....
10. You hear songs on the radio and scream, "What's it called!?!!!! Who has a pen!???!!!" just in case it ends up being the song you want to use for your dances/entrance/aisle.
9. Pinterest becomes your best friend and your wost enemy over night.
8. You have a sudden and invested interest in the difference between rose pink and blush pink.
7. You can name the typical styles of dresses, fabric used, and warn others who think they are buying silk to ensure it is not polyester silk-- all skills you didn't have months ago.
6. Related, you now know the different cuts of diamonds and styles of rings, and can name all good quality synthetics as well. Moissonite three stone princess cut with a halo and peek-a-boo diamond, anyone?
5. Your new definition of "disaster" becomes finding your dream shoes in turquoise and realizing that they have been discontinued.
4. You have a constant nagging feeling there is something to do... and
there is. It's on that mile long list that has a copy on your fridge, in
your purse and on the computer at home and work.
3. Every time you think you are close to completing everything you can on that mile long to-do list, a vendor adds 10 more things that need to be done. ASAP.
2. You have become a slave to RSVP cards. First, you wait at the mailbox, excitedly collecting the few that come in immediately. Next, you start to worry when that invite from your boss says they have RSVP'd for two, but there is only his name. Soon, you panic because there are no food selections on half the cards. After, in a Bridezilla-esque breakdown, you rant to a friend about how people can't fill out RSVP cards anymore. Finally, the deadlines comes and goes with at least 10% unaccounted for and you are on the phone a few hours a day trying to explain to Uncle Bob that he has to say yes or no, not maybe, because the caterer doesn't accept "maybe" when you pay them in two days.
And the number 1 sign you are a bride....
The wedding nightmares have begun.
Less than one month, readers! With flowers, timelines, seating charts, floor plans, snack bars, gifts, centrepieces, picking up dresses, bridesmaid dress disasters and more in the works, I only hope I can survive my last two days of school and get through this!
~Miss. Sunshine
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
One Month, Three Days and Everything Always Ends
Well blog readers, it is so close I can taste it. My nightmares have turned from bridal to just plain strange (last night I dreamt I had two boys and we stole a car and robbed a store for large lollipops and new tires. I know...). My to-do list seems insurmountable, and many things have been taken off. Money is being owed. Dresses are to be picked up, and it seems the number of meetings and "OMG" moments increases exponentially with the stress. Beyond that, it's been a long week.
The first thing to end was my hope for our bridesmaid dresses. The lovely dresses that I spent $150 each on, are likely garbage. The seamstress we hired has altered each dress upwards of 5 times, and they still don't fit. I love going in and it's too small, then too big, then too small. After fitting 5 we are picking them up and bringing them elsewhere. Here's hoping someone can salvage them in 33 days. Frankly, it's not really a concern for me, because I see it as "WA-HOO!!! MISMATCHED DRESSES!" and my mother has this unyielding sense of guilt because she insisted we use this seamstress that she had so many good reviews from. I agreed with her. The woman, for godsake, used to design and MAKE wedding and bridesmaid dresses. You think she'd know how to alter them. Oh well. Somehow it will be figured out.
The next few things, just for this week, are to meet with our DJ and Day of Coordinator, buy the booze and start hunting down the absent RSVP'ers. Also, it is the last week of school, so as a warning, I will be moody, crying and devestated by the time Friday comes around and I have to say goodbye to all my precious students.
Finally, it has been a sad weekend because we have lost an amazing woman. I can't say that I knew her well, or even much, but I felt like I knew her through Mr. Sunshine's talk. She worked with him for several years and her husband is to be our pastor. I can only say that it was a sad day to have to go to her funeral this weekend and watch everyone say goodbye.
So what will I be up to this week? Too much. Report cards have to be completed, paperwork filed, forms completed, exercise attempted, parties planned and meetings attended. Whether or not I will be doing it sober by Friday at 5 might be a feat in itself!
Here's to me... and anyone else who is reaching the last minute mark!
~Miss. Sunshine
The first thing to end was my hope for our bridesmaid dresses. The lovely dresses that I spent $150 each on, are likely garbage. The seamstress we hired has altered each dress upwards of 5 times, and they still don't fit. I love going in and it's too small, then too big, then too small. After fitting 5 we are picking them up and bringing them elsewhere. Here's hoping someone can salvage them in 33 days. Frankly, it's not really a concern for me, because I see it as "WA-HOO!!! MISMATCHED DRESSES!" and my mother has this unyielding sense of guilt because she insisted we use this seamstress that she had so many good reviews from. I agreed with her. The woman, for godsake, used to design and MAKE wedding and bridesmaid dresses. You think she'd know how to alter them. Oh well. Somehow it will be figured out.
The next few things, just for this week, are to meet with our DJ and Day of Coordinator, buy the booze and start hunting down the absent RSVP'ers. Also, it is the last week of school, so as a warning, I will be moody, crying and devestated by the time Friday comes around and I have to say goodbye to all my precious students.
Finally, it has been a sad weekend because we have lost an amazing woman. I can't say that I knew her well, or even much, but I felt like I knew her through Mr. Sunshine's talk. She worked with him for several years and her husband is to be our pastor. I can only say that it was a sad day to have to go to her funeral this weekend and watch everyone say goodbye.
So what will I be up to this week? Too much. Report cards have to be completed, paperwork filed, forms completed, exercise attempted, parties planned and meetings attended. Whether or not I will be doing it sober by Friday at 5 might be a feat in itself!
Here's to me... and anyone else who is reaching the last minute mark!
~Miss. Sunshine
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Weird Wedding Stressors: Shoes
Well ladies and gents, I'm back to being normal and stress free again! Reports are done, all of my crazy school activities are about finished, my classroom is almost completely moved and there are only TEN days of school left! What more could a girl ask for?
In celebration of my new freedom, I decided that today was the day to look at shoes and I blame this whole thing on cowboy boots and people.
When I first got a dress, I knew I wanted to wear my cowboy boots. I had seen the trends, drank the punch, and wanted it there. I figured this would be my cowboy theme, since the only cowboy things in our wedding will be our Engagement Pictures and music. So, silly me, thought everyone would be totally cool with this. Here are some reactions:
Mom: Why would you do that? Are you joking? But why?
Mother-in-Law: Oh... you were serious?
Sister: No. Way. No.
As you can see, it wasn't going over well. I went from loving it and buying some sexy boots to slowly starting to rethink my decision. What if it was too hot? Would I regret this in years? After telling everyone no one will even see my boots, did I even believe that anymore? What about pictures? So I started what became a long and agonizing hunt.
There were a few hiccups in this plan. One, I had 4 weeks, at the point that I was rethinking things, to get new shoes so I could do my last fitting. I had no idea what I wanted to wear, but it had to be a lower heel, comfortable and cute. Sounds easy enough, right? NO! After searching every weekend and hunting online, I ended up going to my fitting with these boots that have 3" heel. Not a disaster, I think, because then I can just find heels that have a heel that is 2.5-3.5 inches. Right? HA!
After weeks of searching I gave up and started on looking for flats with the desperate hope that by entering shoe stores and not actively looking for heels I would find some with the right heel height. I found neither flats nor heels.
For the record, I blame the fashionistas out there who keep demanding higher heels. C'mon ladies! Not everyone can walk around in a 4 inch heel dragging a heavy dress and veil!
Anyways, being stress free today, I rejoined the hunt. I went to the mall with a few online found shoes and began to look. The shoes I tried on I hated. I was getting angry, annoyed and desperate. I ran to a store I had never been to before and tried on sandals that looked cute. AND HELL IF IT WASN'T A SUCCESS! I think my face lit up so much the sales person actually backed up from my smile.
It had everything I didn't know I wanted! A bit of bling, some rhinestone lovin', a good fit, easy on and off and in the traditional bridal colours. Of course the store had a "buy one get the second half off" sale, but alas I found no heels. On I walked towards the food court, figuring that if I didn't find shoes I'd at least get some great Manchu Wok.
So I stumbled into Nine West that was advertising a huge sale. I knew their shoes would have at least one element of what I needed, and that is they would be comfy and not hurt my back. I walked around and circled to the sale wall. My eyes were stuck on these and I seriously almost jumped up and down. They were the shoes I keep loving but with a 3" heel height and in a nice dusty rose. Seriously. I didn't even know what to say. I grabbed it and said, "Please tell me you have this in a nine!!" The lady laughed and asked the occasion and I told her they had to be my wedding shoes. She ran to the back (literally!) and came out with the shoes. I put it on, took 10 steps in the comforting awe that is something better quality than Walmart heels, and said, "I'll take them!". It was only looking online to find a picture now, that I realized that they are $100 in store and only $70 online. Friggen Nine West! I bet they aren't refundable either.
Anyways, without further ado, my new (maybe) wedding shoes for if I become too much of a chicken to wear my wedding boots...
Is there anything wedding related that gave you a hard time? How did you choose your shoes?
~Miss. Sunshine
In celebration of my new freedom, I decided that today was the day to look at shoes and I blame this whole thing on cowboy boots and people.
When I first got a dress, I knew I wanted to wear my cowboy boots. I had seen the trends, drank the punch, and wanted it there. I figured this would be my cowboy theme, since the only cowboy things in our wedding will be our Engagement Pictures and music. So, silly me, thought everyone would be totally cool with this. Here are some reactions:
Mom: Why would you do that? Are you joking? But why?
Mother-in-Law: Oh... you were serious?
Sister: No. Way. No.
As you can see, it wasn't going over well. I went from loving it and buying some sexy boots to slowly starting to rethink my decision. What if it was too hot? Would I regret this in years? After telling everyone no one will even see my boots, did I even believe that anymore? What about pictures? So I started what became a long and agonizing hunt.
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| Stock photo of the boots I LOVE(D) |
After weeks of searching I gave up and started on looking for flats with the desperate hope that by entering shoe stores and not actively looking for heels I would find some with the right heel height. I found neither flats nor heels.
For the record, I blame the fashionistas out there who keep demanding higher heels. C'mon ladies! Not everyone can walk around in a 4 inch heel dragging a heavy dress and veil!
Anyways, being stress free today, I rejoined the hunt. I went to the mall with a few online found shoes and began to look. The shoes I tried on I hated. I was getting angry, annoyed and desperate. I ran to a store I had never been to before and tried on sandals that looked cute. AND HELL IF IT WASN'T A SUCCESS! I think my face lit up so much the sales person actually backed up from my smile.
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| On my foot. Excuse the weird angle. CUTE THOUGH! |
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| Seriously a weakness of mine. I once ate this and found a coil of metal in the food and STILL hasn't turned me off. |
Anyways, without further ado, my new (maybe) wedding shoes for if I become too much of a chicken to wear my wedding boots...
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| These shoes are actually called, "Don't Mess". I love it! |
~Miss. Sunshine
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
It has been one week since I last confessed...
It has been way too long blog world. Life has been happening at lightspeed and I can't keep up. My brain is always somewhere screaming RUN AWAY FASTER or GO TO SLEEP! So far, in the last week, I have had a staff meeting, our Welcome to Kindergarten night, a day doing report cards, a day celebrating my dad's birthday, a night out with my sister, a day of hangovers and a day moving things to my new classroom at my new school. Then today it was so hot at school and I come home, exhausted, to write more report cards.
I don't want to sound like a whiney bitch, but it's how I feel. In fact, let me detail my complaints to the world.
1. I wanted to finally relax and read a good book, so I picked up 50 Shades of Grey that has been sitting on my night table for a dogs age. GOOD LORD IT WAS BAD. I mean, I am no literary critic, but I have read my fair share of books and even worked at a bookstore for two years. The only good thing I can say about 50 Shades was that I was turned on a few times and only threw the book in frustration twice. Anyways, my complaint? I wanted to read a good book and relax and all I did was get annoyed.
2. This one isn't so much a complaint, but just stress that comes with sad news. Mr. Sunshine insisted that a pastor he knew married us. The pastor was the husband of a good friend of his. I was a-okay with this, since the pastor was quite nice. Anyway, the wife had cancer in the past and it came back recently. She seemed fine, and yesterday Mr. Sunshine got the news that the wife had passed away. It was quite sad. Yesterday evening we got an RSVP from Mr. Sunshine's Aunt saying she was not coming, after we had heard that she was certainly going to be there. Today the Future Mother in Law emailed to say that the Aunt is very sick. It is a sad day around here.
3. I have report cards coming out of every orfus of my body and it won't end!!! I have so many things on my plate, I just can't get into it and every time I do something happens. I am ready to quit. Seriously.
I'm sure I have more complaints, but there is a quick update about my life and stress. I guess the good news is that with only 12 days left to school (one being a field trip!!), some of that stress will soon be gone.
~Miss. Sunshine
I don't want to sound like a whiney bitch, but it's how I feel. In fact, let me detail my complaints to the world.
1. I wanted to finally relax and read a good book, so I picked up 50 Shades of Grey that has been sitting on my night table for a dogs age. GOOD LORD IT WAS BAD. I mean, I am no literary critic, but I have read my fair share of books and even worked at a bookstore for two years. The only good thing I can say about 50 Shades was that I was turned on a few times and only threw the book in frustration twice. Anyways, my complaint? I wanted to read a good book and relax and all I did was get annoyed.
2. This one isn't so much a complaint, but just stress that comes with sad news. Mr. Sunshine insisted that a pastor he knew married us. The pastor was the husband of a good friend of his. I was a-okay with this, since the pastor was quite nice. Anyway, the wife had cancer in the past and it came back recently. She seemed fine, and yesterday Mr. Sunshine got the news that the wife had passed away. It was quite sad. Yesterday evening we got an RSVP from Mr. Sunshine's Aunt saying she was not coming, after we had heard that she was certainly going to be there. Today the Future Mother in Law emailed to say that the Aunt is very sick. It is a sad day around here.
3. I have report cards coming out of every orfus of my body and it won't end!!! I have so many things on my plate, I just can't get into it and every time I do something happens. I am ready to quit. Seriously.
I'm sure I have more complaints, but there is a quick update about my life and stress. I guess the good news is that with only 12 days left to school (one being a field trip!!), some of that stress will soon be gone.
~Miss. Sunshine
Monday, June 4, 2012
The Proposal
The proposal... oh how I wish I could write everything I want to in here! But, I can't. Cause Mr. Sunshine reads it. I will tell you this, though. I knew Mr. Sunshine has been looking at rings in November, because he kept asking me what kind of ring I liked. I showed him some three stoned rings, usually princess cut or brilliant rounds, that were simple. I didn't want him spending oodles of money on a ring, but I wanted something nice. Also, starting at the beginning of November or so, Mr. Sunshine proposed to me almost DAILY with a variety of items (loop of scissors, elastic band, binder ring), but most often was a ratchet. I always said no and he always tried to shove whatever it was on my ring and then pretended to be all disappointed when I ran away or when it didn't fit. Needless to say, this rose my suspicions! We had talked about marriage several times, and I we knew we were going to get married one day, but had never really said when except "when we are ready".
So it turns out Mr. Sunshine felt that we were ready on Christmas as the proposal was on Christmas Day. He was so excited it was keeping me excited and we both were up at 4 am. (I know, so sad). We decided to have coffee and open presents because neither of us were going back to sleep. We sat around the tree and opened up our gifts with the CityTV's Christmas Log in the background. At the very end of opening our gifts Mr. Sunshine said that there was one more, but I had to go on a hunt to get it.
If you know me, this was cool for me. Really, really, REALLY cool for me! He gave me a card (a nice, sweet, romantic card!) and inside it sent me to "my greatest accomplishment" (which I know he thinks of my degrees) and I searched high and low. After about 30 seconds I found an extra frame on the wall. It had an envelope inside with my name on it. I took it off the wall and opened it up. Inside was a card and inside that was another actual romantic card (I was so impressed!) there was the beginning of my favourite song, Love Like Crazy. It told me to go find him and also said "Love Like....", so you know I went running top speed back to the family room, big smile on my face and emotional as all hell, since I knew he had been looking at rings in November.
I got back to the family room and heard this...
He was on one knee in the family room with a t-shirt that said Crazy. He pulled out his hand and there was a stupid ratchet in it! Underneath was the ring. I'm about 95% sure he said something to the effect of "Will you marry me?", but I was crying and he was crying and it was all wayyyyyy too much for 5 am. We danced to our song and then, eventually, headed back to bed!
That ratchet he fake proposed with every day? It's hanging on our Christmas tree. I told Mr. Sunshine he could buy a whole new ratchet set, but there was no way he was taking that memory from me...
I'd like to say that our first dance will be to "Love Like Crazy", because that was our intentions. A few weeks ago, however, Mr. Sunshine told me he was going to throw a wrench in our plans because he found an even more perfect song. And, needless to say, he did. Not only did he find a great new song, but one off the album of one of my current favourite country artists. So we will dance our first dance as husband and wife to "Hey Pretty Girl" (the acoustic version below) instead.
How was your proposal story?
~Miss. Sunshine
So it turns out Mr. Sunshine felt that we were ready on Christmas as the proposal was on Christmas Day. He was so excited it was keeping me excited and we both were up at 4 am. (I know, so sad). We decided to have coffee and open presents because neither of us were going back to sleep. We sat around the tree and opened up our gifts with the CityTV's Christmas Log in the background. At the very end of opening our gifts Mr. Sunshine said that there was one more, but I had to go on a hunt to get it.
If you know me, this was cool for me. Really, really, REALLY cool for me! He gave me a card (a nice, sweet, romantic card!) and inside it sent me to "my greatest accomplishment" (which I know he thinks of my degrees) and I searched high and low. After about 30 seconds I found an extra frame on the wall. It had an envelope inside with my name on it. I took it off the wall and opened it up. Inside was a card and inside that was another actual romantic card (I was so impressed!) there was the beginning of my favourite song, Love Like Crazy. It told me to go find him and also said "Love Like....", so you know I went running top speed back to the family room, big smile on my face and emotional as all hell, since I knew he had been looking at rings in November.
I got back to the family room and heard this...
He was on one knee in the family room with a t-shirt that said Crazy. He pulled out his hand and there was a stupid ratchet in it! Underneath was the ring. I'm about 95% sure he said something to the effect of "Will you marry me?", but I was crying and he was crying and it was all wayyyyyy too much for 5 am. We danced to our song and then, eventually, headed back to bed!
That ratchet he fake proposed with every day? It's hanging on our Christmas tree. I told Mr. Sunshine he could buy a whole new ratchet set, but there was no way he was taking that memory from me...
I'd like to say that our first dance will be to "Love Like Crazy", because that was our intentions. A few weeks ago, however, Mr. Sunshine told me he was going to throw a wrench in our plans because he found an even more perfect song. And, needless to say, he did. Not only did he find a great new song, but one off the album of one of my current favourite country artists. So we will dance our first dance as husband and wife to "Hey Pretty Girl" (the acoustic version below) instead.
How was your proposal story?
~Miss. Sunshine
Sunday, June 3, 2012
The One Where We Met
The story of us is not a long story, or a complicated story. There is no unrequited love or years of separation. If anyone were to write our love story, it would be a short article in a local paper that people would skim over, and never a best-selling novel.
It all started, as most romances do, with nothing special. Mr. Sunshine had just gotten a separation from his ex-wife (which is his story to tell, and not mine), and I had just had a few life changing experiences.
Mr. Sunshine and I met in January of 2010, and I must go back to go forwards in this story. I was in the midst of completing my program way up in Thunder Bay so I could graduate from University with my Honours History BA and my Bachelor of Education. I had been dating a guy I met online from June 2009 (or so) that year and around November decided I wanted to end it. Unfortunately, I had already bought a non-refundable plane ticket to see him over New Years, and figured it would be a great way to get away, and also a confirmation I was doing the right thing breaking off this long-distance drama. Needless to say, after one day on the West Coast I knew he was a nice guy, and would make a great friend, but certainly was not was I wanted. I came back, ended our romance, and while I had no lingering feelings (they had been gone for quite some time), the other guy was bombarding me with emails and texts begging me to reconsider. I didn't. I managed to keep myself very busy instead...
While this was going on, I had moved from Thunder Bay back to my parents home to finish my last practicum in a nice tiny school by a local mall. Being bored, since most of my friends either lived way up North or had left our small town five years ago, I joined Plenty of Fish. Did I expect to find anything? Not really. I had gone that route before and ended up with a really good friend and a guy who ended up being a total loser. I knew PoF was likely just going to give me time to waste and someone to talk to. While searching through the many (MANY) lame profiles, I narrowed it down to people who lived in my parents area. I found a picture of this really, really, REALLY cute guy with the bluest eyes and messaged him, not expecting anything back.
This is where our stories differ. Mr. Sunshine (the cute guy, of course) says that he was annoyed because his profile said no one under 27 or so could contact him and he insists that I lied where my age was posted. I maintain I never lied and he just can't set a profile properly. Regardless, he messaged me back and we ended up talking on MSN over the next few weeks. He was bored, having just moved in with his dad, and I was bored, having moved back home as well. After a few weeks of chatting, we met.
He showed up at my house after calling me, super lost. We got in the car and I was hoping and praying he wouldn't kill me. I had as many safety procedures in place as I could think of, including texting my friend every 30 minutes to prove I was alive. He was really funny and smelled great. He took me to Yuk Yuks in Mississauga and it was great! We spent the entire night writing messages back and forth about how horrible the MC was. I was loving it. Afterwards, we had such a great time that we went to Dave and Busters and he schooled me on ski ball. As it was approaching midnight, he drove me home. We hung out at my parents for an hour or two and then he kissed me. I am totally maintaining that because if Mr. Sunshine tells his version, I "attacked him". No way. NO WAY!
After that we saw each other. A lot. Again, Mr. Sunshine swears I forced him to see me, but I maintain that he kept inviting me over after school for coffee and during the weekends for dates. Whichever was the case, just before our first date he had moved into a new house, so we were spending our time there. And regardless, it lasted. There are so many stories that he likes to tell about how he didn't really like me at first and I was just "there", but I don't believe that was the case. Immediately after meeting me he cut things off with a girl he was casually seeing and he sure didn't take things slowly in the emotional department!
Mr. Sunshine said, "I love you" first, while at a bar, and slightly drunk less than a month in. He told me, about 6 months in, that he was going to marry me. We moved in together just before we celebrated 8 months together and he was with me when I got my first supply job, first long term job and first contract position. We went through hell and high water with some drama, and ended up moving to the 'burbs just over a year ago. On Christmas, almost two years since our first date, Mr. Sunshine proposed with a beautiful ring. This summer we are getting married, and I couldn't be more ecstatic!
And so there is the story of Mr. and (soon to be) Mrs. Sunshine.
Anyone else have a boring story that is all yours?
~Miss. Sunshine
It all started, as most romances do, with nothing special. Mr. Sunshine had just gotten a separation from his ex-wife (which is his story to tell, and not mine), and I had just had a few life changing experiences.
Mr. Sunshine and I met in January of 2010, and I must go back to go forwards in this story. I was in the midst of completing my program way up in Thunder Bay so I could graduate from University with my Honours History BA and my Bachelor of Education. I had been dating a guy I met online from June 2009 (or so) that year and around November decided I wanted to end it. Unfortunately, I had already bought a non-refundable plane ticket to see him over New Years, and figured it would be a great way to get away, and also a confirmation I was doing the right thing breaking off this long-distance drama. Needless to say, after one day on the West Coast I knew he was a nice guy, and would make a great friend, but certainly was not was I wanted. I came back, ended our romance, and while I had no lingering feelings (they had been gone for quite some time), the other guy was bombarding me with emails and texts begging me to reconsider. I didn't. I managed to keep myself very busy instead...
While this was going on, I had moved from Thunder Bay back to my parents home to finish my last practicum in a nice tiny school by a local mall. Being bored, since most of my friends either lived way up North or had left our small town five years ago, I joined Plenty of Fish. Did I expect to find anything? Not really. I had gone that route before and ended up with a really good friend and a guy who ended up being a total loser. I knew PoF was likely just going to give me time to waste and someone to talk to. While searching through the many (MANY) lame profiles, I narrowed it down to people who lived in my parents area. I found a picture of this really, really, REALLY cute guy with the bluest eyes and messaged him, not expecting anything back.
This is where our stories differ. Mr. Sunshine (the cute guy, of course) says that he was annoyed because his profile said no one under 27 or so could contact him and he insists that I lied where my age was posted. I maintain I never lied and he just can't set a profile properly. Regardless, he messaged me back and we ended up talking on MSN over the next few weeks. He was bored, having just moved in with his dad, and I was bored, having moved back home as well. After a few weeks of chatting, we met.
He showed up at my house after calling me, super lost. We got in the car and I was hoping and praying he wouldn't kill me. I had as many safety procedures in place as I could think of, including texting my friend every 30 minutes to prove I was alive. He was really funny and smelled great. He took me to Yuk Yuks in Mississauga and it was great! We spent the entire night writing messages back and forth about how horrible the MC was. I was loving it. Afterwards, we had such a great time that we went to Dave and Busters and he schooled me on ski ball. As it was approaching midnight, he drove me home. We hung out at my parents for an hour or two and then he kissed me. I am totally maintaining that because if Mr. Sunshine tells his version, I "attacked him". No way. NO WAY!
After that we saw each other. A lot. Again, Mr. Sunshine swears I forced him to see me, but I maintain that he kept inviting me over after school for coffee and during the weekends for dates. Whichever was the case, just before our first date he had moved into a new house, so we were spending our time there. And regardless, it lasted. There are so many stories that he likes to tell about how he didn't really like me at first and I was just "there", but I don't believe that was the case. Immediately after meeting me he cut things off with a girl he was casually seeing and he sure didn't take things slowly in the emotional department!
Mr. Sunshine said, "I love you" first, while at a bar, and slightly drunk less than a month in. He told me, about 6 months in, that he was going to marry me. We moved in together just before we celebrated 8 months together and he was with me when I got my first supply job, first long term job and first contract position. We went through hell and high water with some drama, and ended up moving to the 'burbs just over a year ago. On Christmas, almost two years since our first date, Mr. Sunshine proposed with a beautiful ring. This summer we are getting married, and I couldn't be more ecstatic!
And so there is the story of Mr. and (soon to be) Mrs. Sunshine.
Anyone else have a boring story that is all yours?
~Miss. Sunshine
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Engagement Pictures
I've been very backwards about this blog, realizing today that I haven't even posted a "How We Met" story. In true backwards fashion, please enjoy our engagement pics! There are a few of our favourites...
Did you go the e-pic route? How was your adventure?
~Miss. Sunshine
~Miss. Sunshine
Report Card Woes
So, like every year, I have put off report card writing until almost D-Day. Well... I guess that's not entirely true, because I set D-Day for Sunday when TECHNICALLY they don't have to be finished until Friday or so, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.
My master plan, of course, was to do 3 or 4 a day. That's about 2 hours of work every night. Easy peasy, right?
WELL NO!
Stupid me was tired all week, fell asleep at 5 pm yesterday and woke up at 6 am this morning. As a result, I am starting my writing with 12 of 168 sections completed. Depressing. But, to make life more exciting, I am created a visual rainbow chart to get them done. Every time I finish a section, I colour it in and smile a bit. Here is what it looks like after 2 hrs of work at school over the last few weeks and 1 hour today...
In other news, I have exactly 1 hour and 40 minutes to go until I leave for the big city to pick up my engagement ring and drop off my wedding band. Also, think I might pick up some frames and print out some of my favourite engagement pictures as well. So much to do!
Anyone else working on tasks they don't really like?
~Miss. Sunshine
EDIT ONE:
One hour later...
EDIT TWO:
Two and a half more hours...
My master plan, of course, was to do 3 or 4 a day. That's about 2 hours of work every night. Easy peasy, right?
WELL NO!
Stupid me was tired all week, fell asleep at 5 pm yesterday and woke up at 6 am this morning. As a result, I am starting my writing with 12 of 168 sections completed. Depressing. But, to make life more exciting, I am created a visual rainbow chart to get them done. Every time I finish a section, I colour it in and smile a bit. Here is what it looks like after 2 hrs of work at school over the last few weeks and 1 hour today...
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| That's 35 of 168. GAH! |
Anyone else working on tasks they don't really like?
~Miss. Sunshine
EDIT ONE:
One hour later...
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| 48! Only 120 to go! |
EDIT TWO:
Two and a half more hours...
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