November 30, 2010

so it's been a while...


But let me just say, Thanksgiving break was fantastic!
We got a TON of wedding planning done, including signing a marriage license (story later) and addressing hundreds of envelopes for announcements.
We spent a lot of time with family and more importantly, ate lots of good food. (just kidding....kinda)
Kolton's mom and sisters threw me a bridal shower that was so fun! I got so many cute and useful things.
We signed the lease for our very first apartment!
"We're officially homeowners!" I told him, "Renters, actually" he replied.
Homeowner, renter-it's all the same to me. I'm just excited to have a roof over our heads (I was getting a little concerned) and a place to house all of our beautiful gifts from the above mentioned bridal shower.
I contracted a nasty cold/flu that I am still battling. don't worry-I've been guzzling Nyquil. I'm gonna kick this thing!
But most importantly of all....
we celebrated our
 Negative one month anniversary
annndd...
our first date anniversary.
 Okay, so maybe we didn't actually celebrate, but we did recognize the day.
Since we're on the topic, I'll tell ya a little bit about our first date. Kolton would probably not be happy but....let's not tell him.
Oo...over Thanksgiving break last year-wait-scratch that. a few weeks before Thanksgiving, Kolton had gone down to Mesquite riding motorbikes with a big group of men including my dad and uncle. The whole time they were down there, Kolton got teased incessantly about riding home with my dad and coming to visit me/formally meet me on their way back to Idaho.
For some reason, (I don't actually know that reason, hmmm...) he didn't end up with my dad. But a little tiny seed had been planted in his mind. 
Back to Thanksgiving break...
Over the break, Kolton's mom called my mom and asked if I would be busy that weekend. (Kolton claims  he had no idea she did this) my mom said I would probably be free, hung up the phone and called me (I was at the movies with some friends) I completely freaked out (a good freak out) did a little dance, and immediately told all my friends that Kolton Hansen might take me on a date that weekend. (give me a break-I'd only had a crush on him for what-half my life?) So pretty soon we were all freaking out and doing a little happy dance about my stroke of good luck.
Kolton called me a few days later. On my home phone (Yes, I did feel like I was in junior high again). and started asking me all these questions-"How's school? What's your major? How's your break been?"
I knew what he was getting at and was worried that if he asked too many more questions we wouldn't have anything to talk about. Finally he got to the one I was waiting for.
"Will you go on a date with me this Saturday?"
So Saturday rolled around and he came to pick me up.(Yes, my stomach was hosting some majorly huge butterflies, and performing flips worthy of any acrobat).
We were going paintballing with his family (I also drug Tylee along for the ride). So we went to a little corner of their farm that had huge sagebrush we could hide behind and started shooting away.
I'll just be straight with you. I'm not a good paintballer. Not at all. But I did provide some laughs at my expense, maybe that was a redeeming quality for my poor paintballing skills.
After we finished that embarrassment he took me home so I could shower and try looking decent before we went out on the town.
He came by an hour later and we headed into Rexburg to meet up with another couple. We went to Applebee's where I ordered their spinach and artichoke dip (Kolton thought i was crazy til he tried it. Now he's converted).Then we went to the movie Blind Side.
All in all, it was a success (obviously.) and I didn't even need to worry about finding things to talk about. We did just fine.
but then I had to head back to Provo. We talked on the phone a few times, but not very much at all, and then I came home for Christmas break. But that's a story for another day.
 Now we're just like...getting married in less than a month!
And that's about all I've got to say about that.

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