My weekend!
First off, I wanna say I'm so happy everyone had fun this weekend and ya'll looked absolutely amazing! Well, I am sorry for Donna Lee who was a sickie pie and in that case, I'm sorry you're full of snot, but I still think you are THE hottest of the ISM girls! :)
My weekend was a BLAST! Friday when I got in, Kyle greeted me at the airport with a rose and one of his big amazing Kyle hugs. After we got home we "cooked" dinner (we put the already marinated chicken on the grill and flipped it). His mom had already made the side dishes so we didn't have to worry about that either. We ate dinner in his backyard and laughed at how each other was eating the corn on the cob. After dinner we (Kyle, his parents, and I) watched home videos of Kyle. It was one of the funniest things EVER! Baby Kyle was really cute, especially when he was screaming his lungs out while his mom was changing his first poopie diaper. :) We watched I think four home movies and then went to bed at about 1:00. Yeah, that loss of two hours was really hard on me, but that's ok.
Saturday morning I got up at about 10:15 because I had to use the bathroom really bad and after about three hours of putting it off, I decided if I waited any longer it would start coming out my belly button. Kyle was already up and eating breakfast so I went and ate a bowl of honey nut cheerios with him. We decided that we wanted to go swimming so we put on our bathing suits and spent about fifteen minutes getting up to our mid-thighs because the water was so cold. The weather was gorgeous, about 80 degrees, but the water wasn't. Finally, I spent another five minutes saying I was just going to jump the rest of the way in and I did and it was so flippin' cold. He followed and we spent another fifteen minutes in the pool saying how cold the water was until we decided to get out. We forgot towels in the house so we just layed on the ground by the pool until we dried off. We then took showers and went to the last few innings his brother's baseball game. I didn't realize how much I don't know about baseball and had to keep asking, "Ok, now why'd he just get to walk that base?" "Why's that a strike?" "What does that mean?" I decided I'm athletically retarded, but that's ok. From there we went to the flower shop, picked up my corsage and an arrangement for his mom, then went back home. We had another hour and a half to kill before we had to start getting ready so we went to Kierland which is a really nice shopping complex. It's an out-door mall type style, kinda like Huebner Oaks, but a LOT nicer. We looked in Guess and B&N but didn't buy anything. We then went home and Kyle started helping me out with my hair which in fact turned out a lot better than I thought it would. The massive amounts of hair spray actually held in it quite nicely. I ended up getting done about twenty minutes before Kyle because his helping me cut into his getting ready time and I guess the tux buttons and bow-tie are really hard to figure out, so I just sat in the guest bedroom and waited for him to come get me. I was so worried about how I looked, if my hair really did look ok, how my make-up looked, if my dress got too wrinkled from the flight, but the look on Kyle's face when I opened the door made me feel the most beautiful I have ever felt. His mom took copious pictures before we went out to dinner at The Bamboo Club, an up-scale asian retaurant. His friends were twenty minutes late so our reservation was given away and we had to wait another fifteen minutes before getting seated. The food was pretty good (the pot stickers made the dinner) and the view was amazing. We got to prom at about 9:00. It was so weird because their school is so much smaller than ours it kind of looked like nobody was there. We got the traditional prom pictures taken and just socialized with his friends and each other during the booty dancing songs (yeah, I'm really not into that) and danced during the slow songs. Prom was over at midnight and we went home. We changed into our pajamas and just talked and hung out for about another hour before the bags under our eyes looked like they were trying to eat our faces and we had to go to bed.
Sunday morning Kyle woke me up and gave me an amazing pair of earrings and a really nice card and I'm sure my morning breath made his morning. I frantically finished packing before we left for church at 10:00. After church we went to brunch at the Phoenix Country Club with his mom, brother, grandfather, and five (six if you include the cutest baby ever!) other extended family members. I was terrified about meeting his granfather because he's old money and I was worried I would come across as an uneducated redneck. It was all very proper. Nobody ate until Gramps started eating and nobody went to the buffet until Gramps asked if we wanted to go to the buffet. He asked me a question that I didn't know the answer too and felt like I failed. Every time I tried to talk I ended up saying "like" at least once and thought to myself, "AH! Stop it, you sound like a ditzy teenage girl!" I felt so much better though when Gramps hugged me and kissed my cheek when I left. I was thinking, "I'm in!" We went straight from brunch to the airport and I didn't want to leave, but I know I'm going to see him in five days, so it's not as hard at the last time. Five days sounds a LOT better than the fifty-two days that had to pass between spring break and last Friday so I can't really complain.
Now I have banquet to look forward too: another night of looking beautiful and feeling loved. And Daddy, if you're reading this, I know you're going to like Kyle because he makes me happy. And don't worry, I'll always remember that "the only man a girl can trust is her daddy." You raised me right. I love you.
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
O no! it is an ever-fixéd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although its height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
~William Shakespeare
My weekend was a BLAST! Friday when I got in, Kyle greeted me at the airport with a rose and one of his big amazing Kyle hugs. After we got home we "cooked" dinner (we put the already marinated chicken on the grill and flipped it). His mom had already made the side dishes so we didn't have to worry about that either. We ate dinner in his backyard and laughed at how each other was eating the corn on the cob. After dinner we (Kyle, his parents, and I) watched home videos of Kyle. It was one of the funniest things EVER! Baby Kyle was really cute, especially when he was screaming his lungs out while his mom was changing his first poopie diaper. :) We watched I think four home movies and then went to bed at about 1:00. Yeah, that loss of two hours was really hard on me, but that's ok.
Saturday morning I got up at about 10:15 because I had to use the bathroom really bad and after about three hours of putting it off, I decided if I waited any longer it would start coming out my belly button. Kyle was already up and eating breakfast so I went and ate a bowl of honey nut cheerios with him. We decided that we wanted to go swimming so we put on our bathing suits and spent about fifteen minutes getting up to our mid-thighs because the water was so cold. The weather was gorgeous, about 80 degrees, but the water wasn't. Finally, I spent another five minutes saying I was just going to jump the rest of the way in and I did and it was so flippin' cold. He followed and we spent another fifteen minutes in the pool saying how cold the water was until we decided to get out. We forgot towels in the house so we just layed on the ground by the pool until we dried off. We then took showers and went to the last few innings his brother's baseball game. I didn't realize how much I don't know about baseball and had to keep asking, "Ok, now why'd he just get to walk that base?" "Why's that a strike?" "What does that mean?" I decided I'm athletically retarded, but that's ok. From there we went to the flower shop, picked up my corsage and an arrangement for his mom, then went back home. We had another hour and a half to kill before we had to start getting ready so we went to Kierland which is a really nice shopping complex. It's an out-door mall type style, kinda like Huebner Oaks, but a LOT nicer. We looked in Guess and B&N but didn't buy anything. We then went home and Kyle started helping me out with my hair which in fact turned out a lot better than I thought it would. The massive amounts of hair spray actually held in it quite nicely. I ended up getting done about twenty minutes before Kyle because his helping me cut into his getting ready time and I guess the tux buttons and bow-tie are really hard to figure out, so I just sat in the guest bedroom and waited for him to come get me. I was so worried about how I looked, if my hair really did look ok, how my make-up looked, if my dress got too wrinkled from the flight, but the look on Kyle's face when I opened the door made me feel the most beautiful I have ever felt. His mom took copious pictures before we went out to dinner at The Bamboo Club, an up-scale asian retaurant. His friends were twenty minutes late so our reservation was given away and we had to wait another fifteen minutes before getting seated. The food was pretty good (the pot stickers made the dinner) and the view was amazing. We got to prom at about 9:00. It was so weird because their school is so much smaller than ours it kind of looked like nobody was there. We got the traditional prom pictures taken and just socialized with his friends and each other during the booty dancing songs (yeah, I'm really not into that) and danced during the slow songs. Prom was over at midnight and we went home. We changed into our pajamas and just talked and hung out for about another hour before the bags under our eyes looked like they were trying to eat our faces and we had to go to bed.
Sunday morning Kyle woke me up and gave me an amazing pair of earrings and a really nice card and I'm sure my morning breath made his morning. I frantically finished packing before we left for church at 10:00. After church we went to brunch at the Phoenix Country Club with his mom, brother, grandfather, and five (six if you include the cutest baby ever!) other extended family members. I was terrified about meeting his granfather because he's old money and I was worried I would come across as an uneducated redneck. It was all very proper. Nobody ate until Gramps started eating and nobody went to the buffet until Gramps asked if we wanted to go to the buffet. He asked me a question that I didn't know the answer too and felt like I failed. Every time I tried to talk I ended up saying "like" at least once and thought to myself, "AH! Stop it, you sound like a ditzy teenage girl!" I felt so much better though when Gramps hugged me and kissed my cheek when I left. I was thinking, "I'm in!" We went straight from brunch to the airport and I didn't want to leave, but I know I'm going to see him in five days, so it's not as hard at the last time. Five days sounds a LOT better than the fifty-two days that had to pass between spring break and last Friday so I can't really complain.
Now I have banquet to look forward too: another night of looking beautiful and feeling loved. And Daddy, if you're reading this, I know you're going to like Kyle because he makes me happy. And don't worry, I'll always remember that "the only man a girl can trust is her daddy." You raised me right. I love you.
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
O no! it is an ever-fixéd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although its height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
~William Shakespeare