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Pardon my pun. I watched The Blind Side today, and ended up being pleasantly surprised.
I am definitely not a fan of sports movies in general. Not that other movies aren't predictable,but are we really supposed to be surprised anymore when the underdog team turns over a new leaf, surprising critics and taking home the gold? That's uplifting and all, but really?I guess I'm just a sucker for stories about people coming from hard backgrounds and overcoming nearly insurmountable odds. Okay, I know that sounds a lot like what I previously said made sports movies so predictable. Leave me be, this movie had me in tears, alright?Go watch it so you too can say that it was really good for a sports movie.. or for any type of movie in general, really. Excluding horror, of course.
Another lesson has been learned today. Don't apply lipstick in a moving car at night by the light of a cellphone. (Unless you're an experienced professional?) It will result in bright red mustachios, which while amusing, are not the best look for anyone except Yosemite Sam.But anyway, what do you think of red lipstick on me? I'm considering it for my wedding lipstick. 
Is it too bright? I must say, the flash didn't help with that any. I'm not a vampire, I swear. Anyway, voice your opinions, please. I had something very (ver ver) important to say, but I've forgotten it. Surprisingly.
So.. apparently I cannot read/compute dimensions. The invitations are a little smaller than I expected. .. I think I may have switched from A6 to A7 envelopes and not realized it. The maps are a little bigger than the invitations. I think it's alright? Alright enough to not spend money to re-do them. Now I've just got to make good on stuffing envelopes. That's what they had us do in high school if we didn't have jobs, stuff envelopes.Now that I think about it, they would have letters to the alumni encouraging donations because so-and-so student was working so hard in this area and so-and-so student was working so hard in another. Such as, "Susie is here on a scholarship and she's so excited to attend a Christian school and be in sports and music and art and everything ever." But.. none of those students actually attended the school. Way to lie, that's a good example. Oh yeah.. now I have to figure out how to address these. What I did for the Save the Dates is not a possibility if I want to retain any sanity. Are clear mailing labels tacky?
Wedding planning has been going smoothly enough, though there is always a need for more money to pay for things like the venue and photographer. (Interesting note, it's awkward to show up to your photographer's house for a meeting and find that she's out of state and you just forgot the correct date.)I've almost finished ordering all the stationery stuff (invitations, rsvp cards, etc.) now, only the programs left to order. That is, unless I've forgotten a crucial piece of wedding info that needs to be printed. I'm just saying, it can't be that crucial or I would've remembered it.. probably. The maps/rsvp cards have arrived, and I've even stuffed them all into the pretty silver envelopes (which I just remembered I was planning to line. Too late now..muahahaha!).
Yes, I'm aware of the terrible quality, I couldn't find my camera
Standing with Calum in front of my dad as he asked for my hand in marriage was one of the most nerve-wracking moments of my life. Though instead of a moment, it felt more like an hour. It wasn't so much that I thought he would say no, there was just a palpable awkwardness about the whole situation. They liked each other, but my dad was just surprised by it all.It is understandable, I suppose, looking back. We'd only been dating for about four months, and hadn't even been in the same state for one of those months. Only after did I actually calculate the months and found them to be much fewer than I'd imagined at the time. To us, it seemed like it had been such a long time. (Though in a good way, not in your this-class-has-gone-on-forever sorta way)When you see people in movies look across a crowded room at a recent introduction and say, "That's the woman I'm going to marry someday," it is quite the romantic moment. But.. well, it feels really creepy to have these feelings about someone you've just started talking to on a more serious level. Maybe I was just worried that my secret (okay, maybe not that secret) creepy side was manifesting itself, causing me to get way ahead of myself. In any case, I told a few close friends, but was not about to broach the subject with Calum.A few weeks after Valentine's Day, he asked me to be his girlfriend and we began to talk even more. (If that is possible) For whatever reason, it soon became apparent that both of us wanted a life together and we began to plan for it. We talked of it often, even going through part of a marriage counseling booklet together over the phone.After I returned home, we spent almost all our free time together. (Sorry, friends!) Finally, after several months, Calum was able to work past the nervousness and fear I'm sure a lot of young men face when preparing to ask for the father for his daughter's hand in marriage. I'm a little amused by the fact that we even googled how to ask and that sort of thing. Finally it was over, and within a week, Calum had proposed in "our tree" that we had visited all throughout the summer.And that is the long, drawn-out, and possibly badly-written story that lead to our engagement.
