for all my friends and family in utah.

i love you.

MEN HAVE VERY SKEWED PERCEPTION OF THE PURPOSE OF PURSES.

i'm not going to make this elaborate, because the title explains it all.

most girl's significant others, or best manfriend, etc. have at some point in their life asked them to bring their purse to sneak in candy or snacks at the movies. or asked them to carry something (wallet, keys, phone, camera.) in their purse when going to some kind of event.

but i think i have a purse story that trumps all men trying to use women for their purse stories.

on our anniversary, which was on friday, Taylor took me to cirque du soleil. which was incredible, and then to the atlanta fish market, which according to Jamie "is really goo...a lot of people really lii.... it's really raved about." (inside joke, you're on the outside.) I ordered Lobster Scampi, and Taylor ordered King Crab Legs. THEY WERE GINORMOUS. (which actually isn't a word, I checked. just call me Sarah Palin.) When we were finished, Taylor asked me if he could keep the claw as a souvenir. I told him I didn't care, assuming that he would get a box to go and put it inside. But when the check rolled around he didn't ask for a box and wrapped the claw in a napkin, i knew what was coming. I knew what was coming because this is the guy who made me bring my purse to a couple of concerts for the sake of storing his camera (and I HATE bringing my purse to shows.) So when he asked, I was resistant at first but then I decided I could do him a solid and store the skeleton claw in my purse for him. After all, he did drop a few hundred bucks on me all for celebrating one year of putting up with me.

Here's a visual aid:

*not my actual purse.

The Notebook.

I found this in an email I wrote to my friend 2 years ago and I thought it was funny.

"when you are in love, it's everything, your story is epic, similar to "The Notebook." but to everyone around you, it's not that intense or epic, it's just another "couple". But some people don't understand the concept that everyone is not that impressed with their love story. I think this is because a lot of people fake like they are into these lame love stories. I don't know. Am I even making sense? I want mine to be like the "The Notebook" to everyone around me, but I still won't talk about it that much, cause I'm not 15 anymore."

However, now, I would say my love story is a little more like, Everybody Loves Raymond. Romantic! Le sigh.

One year anniversary post to come later.

crafts i've been doing.

as promised, here's a post about crafts i've been doing.

aka

check them on my new etsy shop!

paint sells.

dirty laundry.

Ever since I grew into my adulthood, about 10 months ago. (JK, still working on it.) I haven't been one for airing my dirty laundry in public, I rarely, if ever, talk about negative things that are going on in my life, particularly my love life.

Mostly, because I have learned from my past mistakes of telling anybody everything.

But, today, I would like to talk about something that I've been meaning to write about for awhile, and it is probably going to offend somebody, maybe. That's assuming that people even read this blog these days.

This is my testimonial about taking time, if you will.

Let me get real with you for a minute, this weekend was the most rough weekend I have ever had with Taylor. Ever. It was weird and I hated it and I'm glad it's over and resolved. And I realized how grateful I am that I have taken this time to get to know him, and learn how to handle situations such as these.

For those of you who are less educated about my life, I have been dating Taylor for almost a year now. And if we're being honest, if you told me a year ago, that I still wouldn't even be engaged by this time, I would have probably been punching babies and choking nuns. I don't feel this way anymore, and I didn't feel that way prior to our relationship either. I always told myself that I wanted to AT LEAST date someone for all 4 seasons and go on a road trip before I married them. Which, luckily, I have done + more.

DON'T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELVES. This is not an engagement announcement. We are not engaged. I am just simply saying, I am so grateful that I KNOW Taylor, and now I can honestly say that I love him. And it isn't a whirlwind romance, it's FOR REAL.

This isn't to say that everyone who rushes dating, engagement, and basically goes "Hey nice to meet you, will you marry me?" is wrong and it never works. I know people who are perfectly happy and did it that way. But I'm not going to pussyfoot around and tell you that it isn't a HUGE risk to marry someone that you don't know that well, because it is. (and no, you can't know someone that well in 3 months, sorry.) And unfortunately but fortunately I don't have the balls to do such a thing, even though I had a temporary moment of insanity and thought that's what I wanted. (The important thing here, is that I didn't.)

Anyway, I am not trying to be a huge A-hole and burst your bubble, rain on your parade, kill your buzz, harsh your mellow, or poop your party. I am just telling you that I personally am very happy about the time that I've taken, and will continue to take with my true love. Because I don't want a bunch of surprises when I'm married cause I'll be trying to get laid, a lot, and won't have time for such trivial things that I could have and have figured out while dating. And I highly recommend that if you have the chance to do so, you do the same.

Just saying.

Halloween!

i can't wait for it!