Eycorumba

Wow, what a weekend! I think it is safe to say that it has been the best couple days of my life.  Everyone has been SO excited and supportive of mine and Mike's engagement/marriage plans.  (Only one kid, that I barely know, up here at school was a Negitive Nigel about it. And was saying stuff like "I think you wont be happy, you should do things for yourself first."  And I had to politely but straight forward say, "Let's be honest, you don't me or what is best for me. You aren't going to change my mind, and I am not going to change yours... so we don't need to be having this conversation because there is no benefit of it.")  Other than that, its been great--and that wasn't even a bad response anyways [he obviously has his own opinions, observations and/or baggage with marriage.]

 I also got my tattoo, which is spoken about in this blog of random thoughts.

I've been wanting one like I said, and I did get the word: faith.  All lowercase letters in cursive.  Like I said earlier, I live by faith.  My tattoo is symbolic for many reasons; Faith in God, Faith that I live by, and Faith in a marriage.  My parents were divorced, and I believe that I can be happy with one person forever, and never give up.  "Until death do us part."   Plus I can always remember that I got my tattoo on my 'Engagement Weekend'.  My tattoo appointment was scheduled for last Sunday at noon.  I think the main reason I went through with the idea is because the week before, my roommate Kelsey (ironic name) and I were cruising through Marquette with my top down.  It was a gorgeous day, and I decided to stop into one of the nice tattoo parlors named Open Eyed Tattoo.  The tattoo lady name Kerri practically claimed me to be her tattoo candidate (not sure if that is the correct wording!) , drew up my requests, and made my appointment.  Then I was left with a week of constant anticipations, numerous asking strangers "Have any tattoos? Did they hurt? How much was it?", mildly YouTubing rib tattoos, and poking myself with my fingernail to see how bad it 'hurt'" <--- DON'T JUDGE ME! I know you did! =)

11:00am Sunday: Kelsey, Mike and I went out to eat for breakfast at an awesome place called Jeffery's.  As 11:30 rolled around we are sitting at our booth and I begin to get very nervous, mildly cranky, and feeling a little sick.  The mood lightened as we drove to the tattoo parlor and we joked about "This is the last time I put my seatbelt on with out a tattoo." "This is the last time I see a sea gull, without having a tattoo..." "This is the last time we hold hands with out me having a tattoo..."  Walking into the building the scent of insense instantly calmed me.  After filling out the paperwork, it was time. 

In conclusion it didn't take long at all, and either I have a high tolerance for pain (since the ribs are a tender spot) or tattoos don't hurt....  I am debating on whether to put a picture of the final product up.  I love it, but it's my tattoo and I know there are a lot of nosey people out there.  And I didn't get it for other people.  Maybe that's being taunting if I just showed you me getting it.  I am such a j e r k!

My tattoo is exciting, but does not even compare to the excitement of being engaged, and what comes with being married.  Me and Mike are going to have so much fun together all 60-70 years.  We get along wonderfully and I truly believe we make one another a better person, and having him in my life makes life more enjoyable.  He is honestly the only person that I can be my 100% goofy self with.  I mean sure I have friends that I can be weird & quirky around, but you know how you have to hold back a little?  And it is just awesome being able to let loose, and know that he isn't going to think any less of me, just love me for every ounce of me.

I pray that it is God's will for us to get this farm house we are looking at.  I will share a picture of it if we get it. I don't want to get my hopes up too high, even though I think they already are.  It's an awesome house though, built in the mid-1800s (wow!) and is completely remodled, with a barn, garage, 2 silos, chicken coop, horse stables to boot.  A true farm!

I want to finish this blog with saying: 

Thank you EVERYONE for your support and Congratulations.  I am very blessed to have everyone in my life, and all the good memories that brought us together.

I love my fiance! =)