Here's the ring!!!












And some presents for Shawn's birfday.

Stupid freaking wafflemaker is under investigation, so I haven't gotten that yet for him. Argh!!!!

A Very Long Engagement

At least it FEELS like it! Garsh. Shawn and I hit nine months together today. I got him a card. It's great. You should see it, but you won't. I'm too lazy to take a picture. And I just sealed the envelope.


A lot has happened in the past couple of weeks!

Let's start with August 17, 2007.
I buckle down and get to work on a quilt after work. And ate next to nothing. And suffered major back aches. All in the name of sewing this dumb quilt that I'm not even sure if the fabrics entirely go with each other. *Fist shakeage* I take four Excedrin (not all at the same time) with the required dosage of water. You'd think after all this time I'd learn that if I don't have enough FOOD in my stomach, taken medicine or a lot of vitamins makes me nauseous. I have some pita bread and hummus when Shawn comes over that night. Two o'clock the next morning, I'm doubled over the toilet puking my guts out. Good times. And nice image. Anyway, I hang in there until three o'clock, and finally decide to give in and just phone Shawn for a blessing. He comes ov er, dressed but half asleep (he had gotten to sleep at two!), and gave me a sweet one, and then camped out on the couch while I went back to bed. Ten minutes later I was up, dashing for the bathroom, he immediately follows, and proceeds to rub my back and holds my hair out of my face while I puke up some more. If that isn't romantic, I don't know what is. I suppose the highlight of the situation was when I said "EXCUSE ME" when I made a gross burping noise before I puked. Shawn assured me it wasn't necessary to practice good manners while I'm ralphing, but you know, just in case. Fortunately that was my last vomiting spell. I take a bath, Shawn goes home to get ready (he said if I didn't think I was going to upchuck any time soon, the plans were still on). A little after five he's back and I'm ready. We leave, noticing thunder and lightning off in the distance. There are fishing rods in the car, so I thought he was taking me fishing, which was way cute.
He gets a phone call though--it was canceled due to the weather! It turns out, the fishing rods were a ruse? decoy? hoax? leader-astrayer? He was actually planning on taking me up in a hot air balloon! He knew I had always wanted to go up on one! Isn't that sweet?

So yeah, that cancels, we go back to my place, take a nap, he makes me some soup, and we watch a bunch of episodes of Psych. We then go on a picnic, eat some food and Shawn jams on his guitar a bunch while I focus on not feeling sick and listening FOR PLEASURE. Isn't he cute?
Anyway (Oh yeah, when he showed up the second time at my house, he came with two dozen yellowish-reddish tipped roses! They were beautiful and perfect.) The ring on my finger is the 8 dollar Walmart ring he used to propose. The drawing is the one I did (from memory=therefore bad) of the ring I picked out a few days later. It's being resized right now. Also pictured are a few highlights from the next day--he bought me brown low top converse shoes! They're so freaking hot and perfect. Thanks Shawn! he cheated and looked at one of my shoes to see what my shoe size was. Oh, in case you were wondering, he did call my Dad the Thursday before to ask permission, which was way cute. And sneaky! I was downstairs, and he had gone upstairs to use the loo, and I had asked him to bring down my phone upon his return, and that's when he got my Dad's cell number. For my birthday he also got a few other of my favorite things: ELF double stuffed fudge cookies, a chocolate orange (pretty much the best thing ever), a pink tie for himself to wear since I think they're so freaking HOT, Q tips and makeup remover since he knew I had been meaning to get them, and a Roald Dahl book of short stories that I picked out from Barnes and Noble. Or Borders...? Then we made his mum's recipe that night (mostly he did it. I was still a bit icky from the day before) of Chicken Broccoli Casserole, which is heaven itself. So all in all I had a fantastic birthday (minus the pukeage) with a fantastic righteous babe. Life is good!



And yes, I did in fact agree to marry him. We're scheduled for December 22!! And on Saturday (sorry, this is all over the place. I tried to be organized!) when we got back to his place after he proposed and went ring shopping for a bit, I walked into the front room after chatting to Mitch for a minute, and a bunch of people yelled SURPRISE! They planned a surprise party for me that night! It was Janay, Rachel, Sarah and Nicole! And it was WAY FUN! Thanks guys! Had a great birthday!

i can't help it!

Rubber Soul

Shawn is right. Itrysohard. (Refer to comments page on the previous entry) It turns out we're seven points more of soul mates than Mitch and I are (am?), so he can stop whining about Mitch's and my compatibility. Because facebook proved Shawn and I are definitely meant to be.
Speaking of the sweetness of it all (My dad's tentative title for his book is The Sweetness. I just hope he changes it. Bless. The rest I've enjoyed so far.), Shawn brought me wildflowers yesterday after work! And he looked super hot and rugged while he did it, too. He picked them while he was out spraying, and even though most of them didn't really make the trek back to my house, they still looked great:

I think the close up on the last picture is great because it looks a bit like a Van Gogh. Which Shawn was obviously going for.

It was fun. I finally met his old friend Juls. And she wasn't really what I expected. And she and her husband were hilarious. Even if I was the only one (minus the dirty jokes. Didn't remember THOSE!) that appreciated Top Secret. That SUCKS!

*sits in silent judgment*

Life is good. Here are some happenings:
I saved a dog! A really cute one! And the owner was a skinny blonde tan ungrateful #%%*($@@*. Ten bucks says she was from California. I mean judging by her APPEARANCE, not her BEHAVIOR. Although... Just kidding Shawn! I don't mean or believe EVERYTHING I say about stereotypes. I just think it's funny how you get so upset about it. If I see that dog again, I'm keeping it this time, instead of calling the owner and waiting ten minutes. She parked across the street, beckoned "Boss" to come to her, yelled thanks and left. Wow. If there's anything I really try to be, it's grateful. So when people are so blatantly clueless and ungrateful like that, it really REALLY p*sses me off. Like I literally (LITERALLY!) have to focus on not punching their faces in, it gets me that angry. Pet Peeve. Good times, right?

After a year in Nauvoo, Shawn returned. Well, LAST weekend, but I still feel like I have some major catching up to do. We've started watching the Beatles Anthology together. How could the Beatles NOT be everyone's all time favorite band ever in the history of humans? They're amazing and so ordinary all at the same time. You see them in a room together bickering and joking and chatting, and it's like any other room with four 20something yr olds. And then you see them surrounded by fans and can't help but feel sorry for all of them, it must've gotten so tedious after the initial shock wore off. And Shawn's hot. He can play For No One on the guitar. That's only a tiny contributing factor to his overall appeal. Kay, I'll stop.

Some Spanish guy keeps calling my phone. Well, I think it's a Spanish recording/telemarketer. And it's so frustrating, because they always call when Shawn's not around, or any Spanish speaker. At first I thought it was Poncho playing a joke (he does stupid jokes akin to that) but upon listening closer, it's clearly a recording. *Fist Shakeage!*

I finished the Joy Luck Club. For probably the 6th time. It's been a few years, so I only remembered little bits of it. And it didn't disappoint. It's a fantastic book, and I recommend it without ANY reservations. At all.

Trying not to further embarrass Shawn (sorry!), I went to his ward on Sunday because he was teaching for Sunday School. And it was great, I was super impressed. I was also impressed by how friendly his ward was! I sat down quietly at the end of an aisle (Shawn was standing at the front getting things ready to start)... well, I told Rachel about it. Here's our conversation:

Kari says :
I sat down (I had to run part of the way to church, I was running late) at the end of an aisle by myself, right before he started conducting Sunday School [oh and I was super gross and sweaty. every two seconds I had to wipe off my forehead, it was sick]
Kari says :
and this girl comes in, introduces herself and tells me she's going to sit next to me [she even has us both scoot over so she can sit next to a friend, but she still talked to me and stuff. Great person!]
Kari says :
SO NICE!
Kari says :
and she's like "are you visiting?"
Rachel says :
Really??
Kari says :
and I said I was
Rachel says :
That's wondeful!!!
Kari says :
and she said with whom?
Rachel says :
awesome, awesome
Kari says :
and I pointed at Shawn
Rachel says :
did you say you were his gf?
Kari says :
and she's like "Yeah he's cute!! OH--Are you his girlfriend?"
Kari says :
and I said I was, and she said she had heard about me and stuff like that.
Kari says :
she was super nice
Kari says :
and then after the lesson Shawn walks over to where I was sitting; and she's like "I met your girlfriend, she's way cute!" right in front of me, and he's like "yeah she is!"
Rachel says :
ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel says :
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kari says :
wasn't that sweet?
Rachel says :
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel says :
that kills with its consideration!
Rachel says :
i hope you made out with him for that
Rachel says :
he's a doll!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel says :
and you are cute, Kari. There is no denying that!
Kari says :
SHUT UP

Her name was Nicki. Nikki. Nicky. Anyway, one of those. And Rachel has a tendency to overreact. Anyway, during testimony meeting, a girl came up that was the spitting image of one of my old district leaders from the mission, and she introduced herself and said she was from Wyoming and I realized THAT WAS HIS LITTLE SISTER!! I talked to her afterwards to make doubly sure and I was right! He was a great missionary, too, funny in a quirky do impressions of him later behind his back sort of way (NOT maliciously!), so it was fun to meet a family member like that. I also discovered that Shawn's roommate Mitch and I are movie soulmates. As in our tastes in movies are so freakishly close it's scary. And so close that it wouldn't even permit Shawn to take the test to compare his and my tastes to see if we were movie compatible. Bless. I thought it was funny. Anyway, life is good. Even if I AM going to be 24 in less than two weeks. Sick. I'm old. F*** YOUR TEEN ANGST! BECAUSE I'M DYING!

Oh yeah. I love the fact that my boss coughs more than my boyfriend, so when I'm dinking around on the computer on a dumb non-work related website, like this one, I can usually hear her coming in time to change to the computer screen to the budget spreadsheet or something.
And the water was yellow in the drinking fountain here! SICK! It looked like urine! And I was devastated (and grossed out) because I was so thirsty! Kay that's all.

Take that mom. TAKE THAT. Miss Priss my FOOT. (My foot's okay Rachel, don't worry)

You Are Not Prissy

You're the furthest thing from a princess - and you probably stay far away from any princess types you know. You have an easygoing approach to living. It doesn't take a lot to make you happy. And when life requires it, you're ready to get your hand a little dirty. There's no problem you're too prissy to tackle!

How Prissy Are You?

The Jerk

So Steve Martin apparently JUST got married. Intrigued to see if IMDB had caught on and updated it's profile of him, I looked. And it hadn't. But then I read some of his quotes. And they're HILARIOUS. So here is part of my post devoted to he who is Steve Martin:

"It's very hard being one of the most beautiful people. Having this kind of beauty is actually a burden. Sometimes I go to a party and not one of the other 49 most beautiful people is there. That makes me feel very solitary and alone, because it means I am the most beautiful person in the room. If I'm going to a party where I know there will be 'less-beautiful people,' I try to 'dress down' in order to hide my beauty. But this seems to have a counter-effect of actually making me more beautiful. I guess me and dungarees are a pretty potent combination. I try not to lord my beauty over others. This is very hard. I try not to mention that I am one of the most beautiful people, but somehow it always comes out. I will usually only bring it up when I'm asked to do a task, like open a garage door. People seem to enjoy my beauty and are genuinely happy for me, because after I mention it they always say, 'How nice for you.'" -- From People Magazine, 20 May 2003, in which Martin was listed as one of the 50 Most Beautiful People.

"There's a big difference between the National Book Awards and the Academy Awards. At the Academy Awards you can feel the greed and envy and ego. Whereas the National Book Awards are in New York."

"I believe that sex is the most beautiful, natural, and wholesome thing that money can buy."

(While hosting The 73rd Annual Academy Awards (2001) (TV)) "And now, I'm pleased to introduce the star of the film 'Gladiator,' and a man I like to call a close, personal friend, but he told me not to..."

"I wrote a novel this year called 'Shop Girl,' and several producers came to me and wanted to turn it into a movie. And I said, "If you think you're going to take this book and change it around, and Hollywoodize it and change the ending... that's going to cost you."

"All I've ever wanted was an honest week's pay for an honest day's work."

How is he not everyone's favorite? Oh that's right. Because he was in a string of crap movies like Bringing Down the House. At least we have movies like the Three Amigos (which he did his own lasso work for! How cool is that?), Parent Hood (my favorite of his), and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Whew!

So this is just me. But I think my Dad resembles a cross between Steve Martin and Kiefer Sutherland. With just a TOUCH of Randy Newman thrown in. Here we go:

So I need to get a better picture of my Dad. The best ones are probably actually the ones where he photoshopped his face onto famous people. There's a great expression on his face where you get where I took the resemblances from. Anyway. Life is good. Shawn's back. Life is REAL good.

Music that cares

After a brief hiatus from writing for my infamously beneficial blogspot (replete with advantages), I have been yelled at, assaulted (and it was not always welcomed!), defamed, slandered, and even blasphemed as methods to encourage me to continue! I KNOW! Anyway, that was dumb. I'm sorry. Life has been good lately. Except Shawn ditched me to go with his family to Nauvoo. The thoughtlessness. It's been a nice two weeks since the last time I wrote. Some happenings, occurrences, situations and events:
1. My coworker had her baby. Named her Aria. 6 lbs 13 oz. Just like Kyle. Sometime around now (my mind has gone blank as to the actual date. Sorry Amber!) My BF since I was in kindergarten (well, technically we reached BF status in the second grade, but never mind) had a baby as well. Named her Kate. 6 lbs, 13 oz. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? They both look like their mums. It's really cute. Anyway, with my coworker Krista gone, that means I'm officially screwed. I've already had to ask her who a package was for, and where a stupid ordering sheet was via an E-mail. Something that will probably be a daily occurrence for the next several months, especially since I'm now the official financial secretary, and not just the financial secretary in training. Gross. Although it does give me tingles to have TWO file boxes to my name, and not just one. How very professional and important of me.

2. I've had an incessant ringing in my ears for the past few days. But not just ANY ringing. It sounds just like my cell phone ring, which is not what you would expect. So I constantly (CONSTANTLY!) think someone is trying to call, and am always disappointed to see that no one has. Not only do I not have any friends, but it's rubbed in my face. I think it's about time to change the ring tone. It's like having a bad song stuck in your head, but a billion times worse. ARGH!!! Am I going crazy? Probably. Yes, I am allowed to answer my own rhetorical questions.

3. I watched Care Bears the other day. It's been a long time. Okay, so this is way exciting. CAROLE KING DID THE THEME SONG AND JOHN SEBASTIAN DID THE REST!!!!! Um, WOW. Talk about my two favorite singer/songwriters since I was like twelve! Okay, for those of you not too acquainted with the golden oldies era, Carole King was known for writing: You Make Me Feel (Like a Natural Woman), You've got a Friend, and Where you Lead (the theme to Gilmore Girls, although decades older than the show); John Sebastian was the basic frontman and brains behind THE LOVIN' SPOONFUL! YEAH! Songs of theirs (or just his), include the theme to Welcome Back Kotter, Do you Believe in Magic, Summer in the City, Did you Ever Have to Make Up Your Mind, and Daydream. Yeah. Words cannot describe how much I love these two. No, not like that Shawn. I don't even know what John Sebastian LOOKS LIKE. My favorites for both are probably Home Again for Carole King, and Darling Be Home Soon or Rain on the Roof for John Sebastian. Yeah, those last two are WAY corny, but I just can't help myself. And the Care Bear songs... well I loved the theme, and maybe one of the songs in it is kinda cute, but the rest I think I'd have to be somewhere between the ages of 2-10 to enjoy. Growing up, I think I liked the second Care Bears movie more. I had a HUGE ten yr old crush on the red head in it. Dark Heart was his name. I'm just grateful I got my bad-boy phase out of the way so early and painlessly. Anyway, this was back in the day when you couldn't illegally download movies, you had to wait and tape them off of the TV if you didn't want to fork out the bucks to purchase it. I think Whole Wide World and My Brilliant Career were also on the same tape. Isn't my mom cute? Anyway, I loved LOVED the Canadian accents in the cartoon. I didn't recall THAT growing up. I'm SOE-REE! Gets me every time.

4. Harry Potter came out. Shawn and I read it together (to the disgust of my sister apparently. She said that was SO BYU. Eat bleach--it was either that or shell out 30 bucks to buy my own copy. And I'm not going to own the 7th book and not the preceding six. So yeah. Anyway, thanks Shawn for letting me do that, it was kind of a pain--neck/back/body-positioning-wise, since it's not the most natural thing in the world to read slightly crooked like that so someone else can read with you. I thought it was really sweet anyway). Didn't care much for the last chapter, but all in all I thought it a truly most excellent book. Where does she come up with this stuff? We attended the Harry Potter party, too at BYU. Yeah, um... nothing short of Shawn's little brother competing to win best costume could convince me to go to something like that. He won first prize as Ron wearing his frilly dress robes (lace sewn to a bathrobe done by Annalisa, and a mullet-wig provided by Brady), which came with the book, the audiobook and a journal or something. Yeah. I think it was all worth over a hundred dollars. WHY DIDN'T I DRESS UP? Oh, that's right. Because I'm NOT TEN. OR ELEVEN. ONE OF THOSE. Although, I must admit, dressing up can be fun.

Anyway, I think that's about it. Just working, reading, arting, and pining for Shawniggins now that he's gone. Gets the job done.

The Easter Bunny Hates YOU

This is a lot funnier than it should be. And probably a lot funnier to me than to you. Things just happen that way.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6787989565772063092&q=bad+easter+bunny&hl=en

Enjoy! I only watched about half of it, but I was cracking up the whole time.

Y hug?

This is Shawn taking a picture for me. Isn't it sweet how he make such an effort to look nice for the camera? Aw. Say it with me. Aw.

Three spiders, all the same kind, very large, and all on the walls downstairs=I know what I'll be doing tonight. I hope there's enough space in the vacuum cleaner. And that they'll all kill each other, if they make it through to the bag alive. Faith.

I see all the ways you are

So the ending of the aforementioned book was a bit disappointing and cheesy. Sigh. Until then it was inconsistent but a page-turner.
Saw 1408. Which had a great ending, and kept you going until the end. The window scene where he seeks help from someone from a neighboring building is one of the creepiest scenes I've ever seen. Icky Yucky Poopy, as Shawn would say. And it has John Cusack in it. Isn't that reason enough?

Slept in until nearly 10:30 today (saw 1408 at the ten o'clock showing, and read the Dean Koontz book until I couldn't keep my eyes open after the movie. So got to bed around 2) which was irresponsible and yet so worth it. Got to work (had to be there at 11 today) only five minutes late. Yes I took a shower. No, didn't really style my hair. Buns are a lazy girl's best friend.

Take this Rachel--this is a quote by Christian Bale:

"I think there's a kind of pretentiousness to the idea that serious work is only found in low-budget independent movies-I can't stand that snobbery."

Hmmm... how interesting!

When I saw the preview for 3:10 to Yuma, I recognized of course Christian Bale and Russell Crowe, both great actors, and then I saw another guy that I knew I recognized but couldn't place him. Ben Foster. Of Fast Forward fame. CRAP. He looks amazing in it! Don't worry, Shawn, you're hotter.

Increasing Self-Esteem Through Controlled Screaming

So I'm reading this book called, "From the Corner of His Eye," by Dean Koontz. Very interesting read--the plot has been great so far, the writing a bit wishy washy at times, but for the most part engaging. This psycho guy, Enoch "Junior" Cain, 23, spontaneously murders his wife of 14 months at the beginning of the book. Just because he could. Even though he loved her and she loved him. Apparently. He's bent on self-improvement. On page 331 is this paragraph:

He had come to believe that every well-rounded, self-improved person ought to have a craft at which he excelled, and needlepoint appealed to him more than either pottery-making or decoupage. For pottery, he would require a potter's wheel and a cumbersome kiln; and decoupage was too messy, with all the glue and lacquer. By December, he began his first project: a small pillocase featuring a geometric border surrounding a quote from Caesar Zedd, "Humility is for Losers."

Caesar Zedd was an author of many self-improvement (So-called. It's pretty sick stuff-how there is no right or wrong. just socially acceptable and inacceptable behaviors and choices) books, of which Junior owned all his books. Hardcover. Where do I sign up for that?

keep your hand in your pocket

This is my Dad's idea of a good time:

That's right. Photoshopping himself into old pictures. Pictured above: Annette Funicello (of Frankie and Annette--Beach Blanket Bingo fame), the first Superman (at least for TV), and Jim Autry. Yup. That's my dad. What kills me is the expression on his face. I know the picture he took that from which makes it that much better.

Welp, I'm all better, Shawn's coming home today (can't wait! no phone calls from anyone, I don't care what the emergency is!), I've got two more hours left of work and I'm eating honey roasted sunflower seeds. Could life be any better? Yes, yes it could. I found my camera cord last night which means I can upload pictures onto this computer again. Like these:


Could my life GET any cuter? No, no it couldn't.

Twitterpated and Pixilated

"OUCH!" said Harry as what appeared to be a small, gray, feathery tennis ball collided with the side of head. Harry massaged the spot furiously, looking up to see what had hit him, and saw a minute owl, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand, whizzing excitedly around the room like a loose firework...
..."Calm down!" Harry said as the small owl flew low over his head, twittering madly with what Harry could only assume was pride at having delivered the letter to the right person.

Isn't that the most horrifyingly cute thing you have ever heard in YOUR LIFE?!??! I CAN'T HANDLE IT! I was giggling and convulsing like crazy as I finished Book 3 yesterday and began Book 4 right after. I had my suspicions before, but when I read about Pig--THAT'S when I knew that J.K. Rowlings was a true genius. Look at the size! THE EYES! THAT FACE! THE RATIO HE IS TO THE GLOVED HAND!!!! I know. I'm being ridiculous. But anyone who professes to know me should also know, that ignoring spiders, anything tiny by rule is automatically overwhelmingly horrifyingly cute. Especially when they're THAT pleased with themselves. It's just ones of those things.

dog my cats indeed

Well, I did it. Well--DOING IT. I've buckled down and began to read the Harry Potter series. Brady and Annalisa (Shawn's brother and sister in law) own them, and loaned me the first two last Saturday. Well, as of now I'm about 150 pages into the third book. Good times. Great books. Since I couldn't wait until THIS weekend when I MIGHT have hung out with them again to get the next two, I sought the help of my dear old friend (we've been friends for about 10 years now, isn't that nuts! I still remember the first time I met her, and then when we became friends like YESTERDAY. YESTERDAY!!!) Janay, who charitably brought over the next two. Oh goody, cheetos in Albuquerque I can hardly wait! Her roommate Emily own them. Can't wait for the next movie to come out! Welp... I've been told I have to update my blog, so this is it. Nothing really exciting happening. Just working, painting, reading, pining for Shawn, and getting-bettering. That's my life. And Rachel's birthday is tomorrow. Happy 24th! Which means I'll be turning 24 in two short months, too. OH MY LIFE!

Why is he still talking?

"We're just gonna put a happy little bush down in this corner, and that'll just be our little secret. But if you tell anybody that bush is there, I will come to your house and I will cut you!"

I now understand why Bob Ross acts the way he does. If I were consistently exposed to turpentine I would be personifying fauna as well. I just started oil painting yesterday and even though I just use a bit of turpentine at the end to clean my brushes (a process that lasts about five minutes) I had a slightly dizzy headache for the rest of the night.

Anyway, I've started painting a portrait of my grandma for my Dad for father's day. Good times. Hope he likes it! She was a fox in her day. I wish I could do my hair like that. And like Bob Ross.