IN A SLUMP

Winter in Logan + cow & car inversion + 21 credits + planning a wedding + fiance who works nights = a lonely, claustrophobic, anxious, ME. 

The last few weeks I've found myself in a slump. I really think this horrible winter has been the worst I've ever experienced and it has taken a lot out of me. Everyone keeps saying that being engaged is the best time in my life, and that wedding planning should be such a blast. But I have sort of lost focus and had a terrible attitude as of late. 

Yuck. 

So this weekend, I really tried to get out of this funk. I did a lot of random things. I drove all the way to SLC and went window shopping for a few hours... still felt pretty yucky after that excursion. I went against my "no-tanning" rule for a few minutes, and I really think some vitamin D did me some good! Greg was sweet to cook new recipes with me, spend all his spare time with me and take me up the canyon to climb above the gross air.

Warning: gross kissing picture to follow.

As of right now, I'm feeling ready to take on one more week. 

Happy Monday, keep going, everyone.

Has anyone else felt down this winter? What do you do to keep positive and happy?

MY FIANCE & ME: PART I

I want to do what a lot of excited love-sick puppies when they're betrothed, dating, or married: tell you our story.  I love this man of mine, and it hasn't been an easy road.  Sometimes I worry Greg will realize how incredible he is and that he'll second-guess his choosing me.  I hope he doesn't;) Anyway, here's the beginning:

My freshman year at Utah State University was an interesting one.  I had a really tough time getting adjusted to living with different personalities, being away from home (as independent as I felt, it was just strange).  In high school, I had a boyfriend, great friends, I was in student government and thought I was on top of the world, but before I started university all of that ended.  As pathetic as this sounds, it's true: I felt completely lost and as if I had no purpose or focus.  In fact, as I type this, I can't believe how much I have changed.  I'm feeling grateful for that lost-little-freshman because if not for her, I wouldn't have me.

Or, Greg.

During my freshman year I spent too much time with a guy.... who I will call Bob.  Bob wasn't anything special. He was good looking and rude.  After Bob and I finally stopped seeing each other, Bob's friend Peter and I decided to set each other up on blind dates.

Enter Greg.

Peter's roommate was my date, and my roommate was Peter's date.  Greg was cute when I first met him.  He had just returned from serving a two-year mission in France, and was incredibly nervous.  He made me laugh and smile... I have to admit that I really liked him on our blind date.  He was awkward. I was awkward. See for yourself... & check out his hair!

Please disregard my holey jeans, my incessant laughing, and some gibberish I frequently say. 

I also laugh too much when I'm nervous. Yikes. 

Unfortunately, Greg and I only went out a couple more times after this before I was swept off my feet by someone else.

I am so grateful for that blind date three years ago, because he eventually came waltzing back into my life causing quite a commotion; to be continued.

LOVE BIO

My heart is full of so many incredible emotions at this moment; I'm not sure I will be able to finish this post and/or have it make any sense at all.  I seriously think I'm a tad high from happiness and exhaustion. I have been visiting with family and talking and smiling and rejoicing all day. I hope your Christmas was wonderful.

Mine was absolutely perfect:

The last gift I unwrapped this early Christmas morn, 
was knowing he wants to be with me just as much as I want to be with him...forever.

I'll post tomorrow about how adorable his proposal was, but for now, I wanted to talk about us.  I've got this cute, too-good-for-me, smart, dedicated gentleman who has completely swept me off my feet and patiently waited while I made up my mind. Greg. My fiance. 

My fiance. I get to call him that now. *Squeel*

Greg and I met about 3 years ago.  I was a Freshmen in college and he had just returned from serving an LDS mission in France.  I just ended a brief fling with this guy that I tried too hard to impress, and who ended up being less than outstanding. Less-than-outstanding's friend had been working with me in a class, and he wanted to set me up on a blind date with his roommate, Greg. Follow all that?

I knew from the minute I met Greg, that our date was going to be a lot of fun-- and it was.  He makes me laugh all the time.  We laughed about these over-sized pickles (have you seen those??) sold at the counter of DVD rental places, spent way too long selecting where to eat and what to movie to rent.   We played, we laughed, I thought his personality and his curly hair were utterly adorable, and we went out a time or two more....

But it fizzled.

He had to have lost interest in myself, and I truly fell in love with someone else. We never really talked again. He pretty much never crossed my mind.

In August, 2011 of my junior year, I moved into a new apartment and found out that I knew the boys moving in upstairs. Mr. Greg Johnson was living above me and I wasn't even sure if he remembered me. I had just said goodbye to someone I cared about very deeply, and plus, Greg had a girlfriend.  But, luckily for me, by the following Spring semester Greg was single.

I wish I could say we dated and had this incredible experience and that he brought up the discussion of marriage and I immediately said yes and he got me a ring.

We did date and we have had incredible experiences, but there were a few hiccups along the way.

Drool over my ring {as I do}, and I will post more later...