What I Want Now

A quick list of what I want now:

• a dark tan with no skin cancer. Oh wait. You get that from a spray machine.
• white teeth. Totally achievable if I stopped drinking delish red wine. Sounds attainable. Harder than it sounds. Swapped a Corona tonight.
• someone to plan the rest of the wedding for me. Again, I should have invested in someone who does that for a living. Or just taken the money and run. That's a warning to all you single ladies. Think before you plan.
• finally--a trip to San Francisco. That I get in six weeks. I want it now though.

That's all. Loves ya.

Sarah

Stalking Home

Aaron plans to move to Dallas in May. I personally cannot wait.

It has been since last May that we actually got to live in the same city. First I was in NYC for the summer. Then after a short two week break in OKC, I moved to Dallas to start a new job. 

Ever since then we have been commuting back and forth to Dallas and OKC respectively. 

I am ready for him to move. 

And so I have been slowly stalking our home. He will move into the apartment we pick and then I will move in once we are married in August. 

We want something close to downtown, but reasonably priced. OH! And not a studio because Aaron is a night owl and I am a early bird. Last night Aaron sent me this text at midnight last night:

And every little thing you do, baby I'm amazed by you--kereoke at don quixote

I was already asleep in bed. I sent him back a thank you text at 7:20 when I woke up. 

We will eventually find our place. But until then, I'm thinking perhaps Aaron and I can build one of these:

New York Fashion Week

I should be finding a photographer, securing hotel rooms, discovering a reception band, and sending save the dates.

I'm not.

Instead, I'm glued to #nyfw. It is like I'm there with @CutBlog, @MarieClaire, @Booth1 and @Nordstroms. And I'm finding more fashion lovers by simply searching #nyfw in twitter search. The much anticipated Marc Jacobs' show must be amazing with the crazy hair, make and sholder pads. I've yet to see anything. The blogs don't have photos. But by piecing together a few spectators tweets, I know that what the runways are like. Models have fallen and there has been a crying out for shorter shoes. In a very PETA sort of way.

Either way. "I Die" for DVF and Marc and all the others. 

Valentine's Day and engagement

I first met Aaron in a dorm room. I was dating someone else, and wasn't looking for a new lovah. And I might have been a tad bitchy.


I was reintroduced to him at a singles Valentine's Day party. I knew I immediately liked him. And started to flirt. He just thought I was weird. And wondered why I kept sliding down towards him on the couch. He kept moving farther away. Damn him.


I finally caught him. Five years later we still are spending Valentine's Day together. But I think this year we will be mutually flirting. And spending time with my favorite.


Now I need to figure out what I'm wearing. At least my heart will be on my sleeve. Or on my hand. In the form of a ring. Okay that was a tad cheesy.

The Wedding Site and the picky Fiance

So Fiance has more of a wedding fantasy than I do. When we were deciding on WHERE to get married--well--he had his mind set of a few criteria:

• a Disciples of Christ church--did I mention his father is minister? Oh yea and we're not getting married at his church
• A pipe organ--b/c his uncle is classical trained on the beast
  
• A pretty church--aka no mod 60s or late 80s contemp interiors
• Some what small--I want no more than 150 people there and I don't want it to look empty

Well. We found the perfect place. It is Crown Heights Christian Church in Oklahoma City, OK.

Pipe organ? Check. Disciples of Christ? Check. Pretty? Check. Small? Check.

And so. It has been decided. 

Also. Aaron set up a Knot page some where. And then we decided to do a tumblr page. We still need to flush it out. But at least it is there.

Enjoy!