Just ordered a bright green dress and some ridiculous, leopard shoes for our engagement photos. I wouldn’t want to have my future kids miss out on the time-honored tradition of not understanding what their mom wore “back in the day.” 

And I know they’ll later yell at me for not keeping the stuff they mocked.

Yeah, Mom. I’m looking at you and your lace-up wedges, original Candies wooden heels, disco dresses, and ultra-high-waisted bellbottoms. But you could have donated that floppy wedding hat… WTF.

- Face is officially one giant scab.
- I put makeup over my giant face scab, and now I look like I’m wearing a papier-mâché mask. 
- My car won’t start AT ALL. Already replaced the radiator and tires in the last four months, now it’s time to blow money on a starter. Also: stranded at home until 6pm.
- Weddings are expensive-ass. Just used a month and a half’s budget on a deposit for my photographer.

All my friends are coming in town and I’ll actually have to be social/out on the town? Great! Let me get an impromptu chemical peel so that I look like a red, melting troll while my whole head feels like it’s tight and on fire!

In 2012, let’s resolve to get those depressing, gut-wrenching, tortured animal commercials OFF of our televisions. Sarah McLachlan and I invite you to donate to the ASPCA so that they have enough money to take care of every pet on the earth, thereby removing the need for the world’s saddest advertisements. Best plan ever or best plan ever?

Donate to the ASPCA.

R just found out that he hit his very first homerun in 1998 — on the same date as we set for our wedding. If that’s not a metaphor, I don’t know what is. 

In 2011, I…

…became a Penn State fan through thick and thin.

…drank butterbeer in Hogsmeade.

…had the cutest house on the block.

…had a great time during drum lessons.

…left the country without REALLY leaving the country.

…became a personal sports photographer.

…fostered a pit bull and found him a great home. 
…got my first gigs in the movie business. 
…got through a surgery.
 
…danced at a family wedding. 
…got my first gigs in the TV business.
 
…didn’t kill a garden.
 
…had turkey in Pennsylvania. 
…experienced Disney magic. 
…and got engaged to the most wonderful non-dog I know!

Here’s to 2012! Bring it.

My *~fiAnCé~* and I went to Disney World (prior to his becoming my *~fiAnCé~*) the week before Christmas as a gift to each other. Here are a few pictures from our adventures:

The Tree of Life at Animal Kingdom:

My winning the world’s largest Emmy at Hollywood Studios (I dare you to find a bigger fannypack):
 
When picking a wedding date, May 4th became an option. Fiancee didn’t necessarily like it — until I told him it was Star Wars Day. So, May the 4th be with you:

Every art school girl’s favorite lady’s handprints (Audrey Hepburn, if you can’t make it out):

True story: Indiana Jones is the sexiest fictional man to have ever fictionally lived:
These two’s friendship goes way back to Iwo Jima:

Kodacolor isn’t exactly what Paul Simon recommended, but it’ll do:

This ANT his first rodeo:

Teeheehee-ing in China at Epcot:

Being zen in Morocco:

Starting off the day with some well-deserved punishment at Magic Kingdom:

And, of course, posing with Cinderella’s castle:


Fun fact: Rob considered proposing to me at Magic Kingdom during our trip to Orlando, but he never found the right moment. However, he had the ring with him — without the box, hooked onto a carabiner that was clipped to his belt loop and tucked into his pocket. Therefore, my ring has had rides on Splash Mountain, Space Mountain, Big Thunder Mountain, and more! 

So, what’s up, y’all? Oh nothing much here either…just GETTIN’ ENGAGED.

Oh, wait - here’s one with a sweet flare:
 
In all seriousness, this is great because I didn’t waste my first marriage on some butthole that treats me like crap. I’m doing it right by marrying a GREAT guy whom I really love! (I’ll marry for money the second time around). 

For those of you who are into this sort of thing, I’ll say that the proposal was perfect. We walked down to the beach a block from our house to take my dog Kava swimming and digging in the sand. I was bundled up nice and warm, and jokes were made, and then a proposal filled with laughs and my questioning the authenticity of the situation. All the while, my dogburger had a face covered in sand, digging up her toy a thousand times. There were even crazy dudes with metal detectors just fifty feet away. What more could I want? I made a reenactment below (minus crazy dudes):
 
Now I get to do obnoxious ring-bearing poses in photos, so wooo!
 
Thanks for reading about that! I’ll try to keep the huzzah-ing to a minimum. xo