One Project Down... Almost

Our first do-it-yourself project is almost done! Since our big day is September 4th, Labor Day weekend, we thought it might be a good idea to send out save-the-dates. So Saturday after Brett got off work we went up to a nearby park to take some pictures. We were going to take them ourselves but then a lady who was walking by offered her assistance... Totally appreciated! Thanks random lady!! Then I came home, made up the design, and sent it to Costco to get printed. In addition to being a closet graphic designer, I also found my inner professional label maker during this process. I officially have all of the ones that have to mailed out sent, now I just have to get the other ones distributed (trying to save on postage!). All in all, I think they came out pretty good! Hopefully all the rest of these projects turn out this easy!

We have a date... FINALLY!

September 4th, 2010!

Don't worry, save the dates will be going out here shortly especially since it's a holiday weekend, but of course those who may keep up with this little blogging adventure get to be the first to know!

When your farts scare you...

I'm sure I've had million and one things I could have wrote about since my last post, but I whenever I have a good idea I never write it down. Thus, perpetuating the random blog/lack of blog postings.... cycle.  By now I'm sure you have read the title and let me just put this disclaimer out there now: it's not about me!

I was sitting here tonight looking over my facebook with my two little fury friends cuddled up close to me (Yes, we have two dogs now. Looking back, I probably should/could have wrote a post about that....sorry!).  Then all of sudden I hear this little airy sound and then all of sudden Boston pops up. This fart, which had no real amount of sound at all scared the poor little guy right out of his peaceful slumber! Of course I start laughing him because I'm still eight years old and laugh any time anyone farts.... even at Brett in the middle of the night when he thinks I'm sleeping (he'll appreciate that I added that last part).  Unfortunately my laugh was interuptted when I got a whiff of this dog gas passage. Let me tell you, this little guy means business when he lets one go!

Well enough about dog farts. I'm sure you're really happy that you just lost two minutes of your life reading this post so I'll actually put some note worthy items here also! First off, I passed my third semester of nursing school.... Woot Woot!! Only two more left! Secondly, every one keeps asking me if Brett and I have set a date. We haven't. We have looked at a couple places and really like the place we looked at the other day down here in Southern Oregon. So once we come up with the deposit and get it booked we'll let the day out, but I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch. However, the minute we do get it finalized it'll be posted immediately!

Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year!!

My Letter From Santa

Well as you all know, I'm always the most well behaved, outstanding individual every year to make sure that jolly ol' St. Nick leaves lots of good presents under my tree. Every year around August or so, I sit down and contemplate what I will put on my list for the upcoming Christmas holiday. Then I write dear Mr. Claus a heart felt letter wishing him all the best during the busy months ahead and hope that he will be ever so generous as to stop my house for some milk and cookies, and of course to possibly leave some tokens of his appreciation for my good behavior. Usually I recieve a letter back around Thanksgiving saying how Santa can't wait to stop by and that he's been waiting all year for my famous triple-fudge chocolate chunk cookies. This year, however, my letter was a little bit later and a little bit grimmer. As a service to you I have enclosed this letter to let you know that Christmas might be a little less bountiful than it normally is, and all your hard work baking cookies and rounding up ol' Betsy to get fresh milk at ten o'clock on Christmas eve in three feet of snow, might not be worth it this year.


Sincerely,
Courtney
Disgruntled Christmas Citizen

To see the letter simply follow this URL.

http://despair.dgram.net/wailinglist/santaletter.pdf

(I tried to just post the letter with the post but it was taking to long and then I remembered I should probably get back to studying for my simulation final that's in the morning)

PS
This letter really came from my Wailing List news letter, but great little story right?!?

Turkey, Mashed Potatoes, and a Proposal :o)

As you may have heard/saw on Facebook, Brett proposed (insert super excited-ness here). Now many have asked about how it happened so I decided that this would be a perfect time to utilize my blog (and hopefully I'll keep up this trend now that I actually have something going on in my life).

The Story:

Thanksgiving day we were out at Brett's parents house and I was searching for my North Face fleece that had been MIA since the August camping trip (Brett's mom had picked it up for me). When I finally accepted the fact that I wasn't going to find it I walked back out into the dining/living room to join the clan. Apparently at that time Brett was showing everyone his master proposal plan. I walked in just in time to see him frantically close a book, which as he was closing three pages also flipped allowing me to see that there was a hole cut into this particular book. Of course this part was intriguing to me, who randomly has a book with a hole in it?! So I said, "Hey I want to see that." I was thinking that it was just one of his dads random things he had lying around the house. The conversation that followed went something like this:

Me-- "What's in the book?"

Brett-- "Nothing."

Me-- "I heard something shaking around in there."

Brett-- With a death-grip on the book, he shakes it, "See, nothing."

At that point I was just thinking it had something to do with a Christmas present Brett had said his mom was getting me, so I let it go for a little bit before I brought it up again with no success of course. Then we were out at Roy's (my soon-to-be step-dads) Mom's house and I brought up the whole book thing again because (1) I thought it was a funny story that I should share and (2) because it was just one more opportunity I could utilize to give Brett crap. Once again however, there was no success in finding out what was in this mysterious book.

After this we headed to my Dad's house to say bye and pick up Boston. Because of all the liquids that I had consumed I headed straight restroom when I walked in. Brett on the other hand went to check out my old room, which is right next to the bathroom I went to, to see the redecorating. When I walked out of the bathroom I saw that the light was still on in the room so I went to check things out. I walked in and Brett was sitting on the bed. He started rubbing his hand on the bed like he wanted me to sit on it and said, "They were right, this bed is really comfortable." Because I never pass up an opportunity to mess with him, I replied, "I bet it is," and then started walking back down the hall. I made it to the corner (like 8 feet or so) and then whipped around and ran back into the room and tackled him. He then pushed me off of him, got down on one knee, pulled out a little black box, and with a cute little grin on his face said, "Okay I'm gonna ask you now because you almost ruined it you butthole, will you marry me?"

Me-- "Yes! But I didn't mean to ruin it, you can wait and do your plan, you said you had a great plan!"

Brett-- "Well it's a little late now, and I just wanted it to be everything and more that you expected it to be."

Me-- "Well then just wait and do it, and you can do your plan."

Brett-- "I kind of already did it, and you still haven't gave me an answer."

Me-- "I already said Yes, sorry, I think it was jumbled in there with me trying to save your plan."

Then we both hugged and kissed and all that mushy stuff. Then I made him tell me everything that had gone on. Apparently he had already asked my dad like a week or so before and his mom already knew because she had called him while he was buying the ring. His original plan had been to cut a hole in the book, put the ring inside, wrap it up, and have me open it up on Christmas. When I first saw the book at his parent's house, he was showing his family his secret plan... and then I walked in. While we were out at Roy's mom's house, I had walked out to get my sister her birthday present. When I was out doing that he pulled my mom outside to ask her for her blessing told her to ask Roy. I thought it was a little suspicious when Roy pulled Brett down to play a game of pool and closed the door behind them, but apparently this is when they talked about it. Sometime during this my brother, sister, and her boyfriend also found out, and so by the time we made it to my Dad's, Brett had made the mastermind decision that with so many people in the know and me hot on his trail, there was no time like the present.

Now some of you may have read this and thought it wasn't to great, but let me tell you, I loved it. It was totally us, a hot mess :o) He was totally cute and it was just us and he even called me a butthole.. hahah... Which means it's totally meant to be!

The rock :o)

Stay tuned for information everything!

New Moon

So as you all know, I have been anticipating this movie for quite some time (May to be exact) and last night I finally got what I had been so impatiently been waiting for. Unfortunately I have to say, I was let down. I'm not sure if it's just because as I've grown up I've started to hate watching movies/shows with others because other people talk and squeal and scream, and that's distracting and if I'm going to pay to eleven dollars to watch some totally ripped seventeen year old take off his shirt (cough, cough, Taylor Lautner) I'd like to be involved in the show ;o) Or whether it was due to the fact that I had already read the book and knew what was going to happen.

Now to be quite honest, I don't read books for leisure, or for school for that matter, often and the Twilight series were the first books I had been totally engrossed in and by that I mean, for example, I read the New Moon in a week and Eclipse in three days and usually I'm lucky to finish a book (This was up until the fourth one which I finally had to hide in my closet so I would do homework... although it's probably not the best idea to hide a book from yourself because you know where it is...).

After seeing this movie I said to myself (and everyone I was with), "You SOOO need to read the book, it's so much better!" And let me tell you, I have never said this statement in my life. In fact, I only read the first two Harry Potter books because I thought the movies were better so I stopped reading the books so that I didn't know what was going to happen in the movies. Others have called me a fool for this, but I am quite content in being oblivious in regards to this area. Which led me to my assumption that maybe I didn't like it as much because I knew the ending already.

Whatever it is, I don't know, but I walked out of that theater slightly let down. However, I did remember that the first time I watched Twilight, I hated it and the second time I loved it. So maybe I just need to give New Moon another shot! ... I'll probably wait until it comes out on DVD though because I'm too cheap :O)

A Little Dinner Conversation...

Brett and I decided that at least once a week we need to go out and do something with just us, and that doesn't involve errands or any of that business. Since we hadn't been out to dinner in awhile we decided we would try some place new (well new for us anyway), The Old Spaghetti Factory. Let me tell you, we carbo-loaded it up!! So much for Brett's diet he's been attempting to be loyal to :O) After we were done with our dinner and waiting for our ice cream, Brett made a little comment and this was the conversation that ensued...

Brett: Why does everything that tastes so good to you have to be so bad for you?

Me: I don't know, but one day it'll all go straight to my ass.

Brett: No babe, it's going to become your ass.

Me: But I'm sure you won't complain.

Brett: Nope!

He just knows all the right things to say doesn't he?!