Story Telling.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a story teller. My mom has always told me what a story teller I was growing up. Most of my stories are embellished, what is wrong with that? If it makes people laugh and usually the facts are true only a few variables change.

Saying that... this is how Jared and I met, many have asked and only a few know the true story, here it is.

Ellen had come over to my house and we were extremely bored on the Thursday after Thanksgiving in 2008. We couldn't decide what to do, so we were sitting in my extremely large closet contemplating ideas when we decided that we might as well go party. It was a Thursday after all. 

We arrive at the party and everyone was talking about some acoustic set they had just seen, and how incredible it was. We had no idea what they were talking about. Then two gentleman walk in the door. Chantel (the hostess) came up to Ellen and I telling us how extremely attractive Landon was. Chantel had a boyfriend at the time so she couldn't get in on that sweet piece. I wander over to Landon and his friend and start to  make conversation. Landon and his friend were getting attention from a lot of girls,  kind of annoying when I was trying to make small talk about the weather. I realized that Landon and his friend, Jared were THE acoustic set and everyone at the party was here for them! Soon after that realization I became very shy and became engulfed in a crowd of young ladies wanting to be a local legend's fling. 

I scurried downstairs where it was far less chaotic. I ran into a guy I was kind of avoiding for reason that need not to be mentioned. Making awkward conversation I was trying to ease out of his personal bubble. I hear footsteps coming down the stair and Jared pops his head around the corner. He walks over to me and takes me to the couch. I immediately felt relieved to be out of the prior situation. Jared and I spent close to 4 hours playing a hand roulette game. I won. 

I went upstairs to refill my Cheetos, and when I came down Jared was gone. My heart sunk into my high heels. What did I really know about the kid anyway? It would have been one of those scenarios where people would probably see us together and be like why is the hot male dating that lumpin' female.

After realizing Jared was gone I decided it was time to bail. Ellen decided she was going home with her bloke, so we separated. On my way home I get a text from an unknown number that went something like this . . 

"so Mickey like the mouse right?"

I replied, "No. Miki like the not mouse"

Ellen forgot to tell me she gave Jared my number.

Jared then went on to tell me he worked at Southern Exposure. I had to ask my mom what southernX was and that's when I learned there are full nude clubs in Utah. Moving On. Jared was a loan officer not a stripper. We became a couple 4 months later. And now 2 years and 5 months after our original meeting we are planning our wedding.

Jared now plays in a Metal Band, Trail the Axe.

His acoustic partner and best friend Landon, passed away January 2011. 

Time changes things doesn't it?

Wedding Dress Spectacular!

I ordered my dress on Sunday. I am so excited, I have that feeling like when you have to pee really bad, but have to hold it. Except for it's going to be like this for like a month, until I get it. Dontcha hate that? I certainly do.

I looked at  A LOT of dresses, before finding one that I fell in love with. I have decided, unlike everything else, this will be a secret. Except my mom, dad and Jared have seen the dress. To the rest of you it will be a big hush hush secret though!

These are ones I looked at before decided on mine, all of which are beautiful, but I didn't pick any of these. . . .

I love this bottom.

Does this remind anyone else of Kate Hudson dress on Bride Wars?

Me Too.

I like it.

It looks a lot like my prom dress.

I love the bottom.

Love the one strap. It is so sexy. 

This dress it hot.

I would feel like a cake in this dress.

A beautiful cake.

Isn't this bottom absolutely gorgeous?

I love the flow.

I love the ribbon too.

Now for the kicker, most the things I thought I loved about all these dresses, my dress does not have. It is so beautiful that it immediately took my breath away when I saw it. I know the second I put it on all altered and fitted, that I will cry. I am a cry baby, but life is good.

Do you ever?

Fall in love over and over again? Sunday Pam (Jared's mom) and I were going through baby pictures of him, so that I could make our wedding slideshow. I swear each picture I saw, each story I heard, just took me back to the very first time Jared tricked me into saying "I love you" first. It went like this . . . "hey miki, do you love me" Then I got really shy and had a rather large pacman frog in my throat and managed to whimper out, "yes." He said, "good, i love you too." What a trickster, always cheating the system, this one!

Or I think about our first kiss, which was incredibly awful. Sorry to break it to you, but it was so bad that both of us laugh about it know. We were in such awkward positions and are heads couldn't quite match and it was yucky and basically a slop salad.

Many other things too, that make me think how perfect he is. Sometimes I think about how my parents/ pam&brian feel about their babies gettin' old, growin' up, hitchin' down. I imagine it's like flashbacks of us growing up and how time goes by so fast. . . Is it like that?

Anyway, here is my lover head. . .  he is a twin, josh is the bald twin, jared is the hairy. I am only going to show a few, I'll let some people have something to look forward to at the wedding.

"Every time I try and

Tell her how I feel

It comes out "I love you"

You got whatever it is"

Baby Jared Pumpkin Brains

 Jared, Josh

Josh >> Jared

Jared >> Josh

Jared >> Josh

Jare. . 

Now he's all grown up:

Dedicated to my godfather, Ron Caso.

Dear Bad Ronald,

I watched that with Jared in Mexico. He LOVED it. I'm so glad you introduced that to my family, that is why you are my godfather.

Secondly, thanks for supporting me throughout this difficult challenge. It proves to be a good use of time, if at least you are reading my blog. Tell all your friends, like Ross from friends, since you went to college with him. Even though you didn't like Mr. David Schwimmer.

Here goes everything:

11. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about? . . . I think that everything is a joke politics, controversial questions, abortion, everything! (sarcasm should have been sensed by now.)
12. What 3 adjectives might other people use to describe your personality? . . . spunky, loveable, and unique
13. Who would who choose to be shipwrecked on a desert island with? . . . Shia (she wouldn't survive here in UT without me.)
14. What is your idea of a perfect romantic evening? . . . I would love to go on a boat ride in a little river, and by boat ride I clearly mean a canoe stroll, while listening to Will Smith.
15. If you were to be remembered for one thing, what would you like it to be? . . . I would like to be known for just paying it forward. I try very hard to be kind to everyone I come in contact with, and to keep an optimistic attitude all the time. It has made such a magnificent change in my life.
16. If you were guaranteed honest responses to any three questions, whom would you question, and what would you ask them?
- All my clients. Do you enjoy working with me? What could I change to make your experience with FnA better?
- Mom. Hey mom, do you really love Shia?
- My little bro's ex. WHY?
17. If you saw someone shoplifting, what would you do? . . .Tell a store associate? Yes, I'd be a tattle.
18. Is there anything you would willingly give your life for? . . . Jared, Mom, Dad, Brennon, Jared's family, definitely Elsie or Colt.
19. If you could re-live a day of your life again, which would it be and why? . . . The day I met Jare hound, because then I would remember it better knowing how momentous it would actually be.
20. If you could be invisible for a day, what would you do? . . . I would sneak into every place that has turned me down for not being 21! I'll show you! And the zoo and lagoon, because I love those places, but don't like to pay. :)

Ron, I hope you're proud.

You know how it goes.

Some days you wake up in  really good mood for no reason, and you really should have woke up in a bad mood, because a STORM is about to hit you hard. 

With that said, I woke up in a fairly good mood one day (I can't even remember which day, because this week has been so insanely stressful). I procrastinated on doing my math homework, so I had 12 assignments due before this morning, which sucked. So one night I was working on math and Jared was like "hey mikles, I need to tell you something." I was like oh shi.... 

My frist reaction was accurate, because then I was told that gorgeous hose we rented for our wedding backed out, breeched the contract, flipped their nickel, however you want to put it. The basics is that we were back to square one. Of course, Jared being himself already had lined up 3 different houses he loved.

Turns out, I loved one a lot more than our last one. It is up past Sundance. The view is breathtaking, the drive is remarkably gorgeous, you don't even feel like you are in UT. HUGE trees surrounded us, the lodge is so secluded and beautiful. I can't even stand it. Turns out, I probably shouldn't have cried for 3 hours, because this place makes me 1000 times more excited to get married.

Life is so good. Except I think I failed my math test. Which is not good.

 This is the top layer of the backyard. A lot bigger than it looks, but just take in that view for a moment here.

Take It All In! Beautiful.

Sleepy Stolen Cars

Sunday night, I woke up at least once every 3 hours and I kept looking at the clock wishing that it were still 11pm and I had plenty of wonderful, relaxing hours of sleep ahead of me.

That was a fairytale though, time actually does move when you can't sleep well, who knew? My alarm clock goes off (Jareds Voice) "Mikles, wake your little ass up." I snooze it for about an hour so every 5 minutes for an entire hour, which amounts to about 12 times! Jared's voice keeps repeating "wake your little ass up." So eventually I drag my self out of bed. So sleepy. At this point I only had about 40 minutes to get to my first morning class and it takes me close to 30 minutes to get there, including parking, of course. BTW if I knew how hard it was to find a parking spot in a college, I probably would have decided never to go to school. It is literally like trying to find a lost earring back in grey-ish long carpet.

I somehow manage to shake my legs hard enough during my next few classes to keep my blood circulating and therefor my eyes stay open. Which to my teachers looks like I am understanding their valuable information, but my brain is clearly thinking about how much caffeine I will need to consume to get me through the day.

Sitting at my desk at work, I have my headphones in and blasting with a GIANT 16 oz (lots for me) rockstar sitting next to me. I am drinking it so fast that I had to pee at least 11 times within 6 hours. 

Finally the time rolls around where I can leave and go home. I am so excited to go home and take nap. But instead I had this better idea, a nice warm shower. Then I can just relax while the water massages my sleepy muscles and I don't have any distractions. How wonderful. I jump in the shower and instead of my beautiful vision, my whole shower is spent trying to keep Shia out. She is relentless! Every time I push her down she jumps up and she chews on the shower curtain so hard that it nearly falls twice! If I ignore her, she starts barking at me. SERENITY NOW!

Close to 3 hours later, Shia is asleep so I put her in her kennel. I jump in the shower for the second time that day and it was magnificent. All my worries washed away, my sleepy muscles were starting to relax, I may have even slept for a few minutes. It was magical. I couldn't believe how much better I felt. It felt like when you lay out in the hot summer sun you can feel your skin heat up and the stress leave, no homework hovering over your head, no pressing deadlines, nothing to worry about. 

What a good ending to such a tired day.

On a side note: Brennon my darling brother, got his car named Rod stolen Sunday night. Can you believe that? I always wonder what type of people do this. Brennon works so hard and is worth so much more than what he gets paid (aren't we all?). A poor college student living on his own, with dreams of nice cars, a big house, maybe a yacht to share. AND NOW he has no car. What do they expect him to do? No real savings, definitely not enough to purchase a car. Stupid thieves, so if anyone sees a green Honda accord driving around SLC, please return. Gratis.