It occurs to me that many of you have not heard the story of my proposal to Kristina. Therefore, I believe I shall recap it for you as best I can, if I miss anything Kristina will provide her insight to the day as well.
The blessed event began weeks ahead of time, as these things do. Planning is required for such events, even for someone as spontaneous as I, though the exact timing was relatively spontaneous. Kristina and I had been looking at rings and sparkly rocks for a little while trying to get a feel for what she likes, because not only did I have no clue what to get her, but she didn't even know what she wanted. Interesting side note, we started by looking for a princess cut diamond in a Tacori setting, but by the time we had finished she ended up liking a round cut in a Tiffany setting, how the tides change.
Steph and Kale we coming for a summer break visit to Las Vegas. In anticipation that I would have the courage to propose, I asked if they would like to go to Disneyland while they were here. Since a trip to Disneyland is not very uncommon for us, as we go about twice a year, I was able to get away with the trip without any suspicion of the proposal.
We were planning to leave for Disneyland on Friday June 27th, so on Thursday the 26th I went to the jeweler we had been working with and bought the rock, a Hearts on Fire diamond, highly recommended. I was a little concerned that I would not be able to get the ring in time, since I didn't plan ahead enough to get the ring more than a day ahead of time. Luckily they had a stone in stock that was perfect and were able to set it between lunch when I bought it and closing time.
Also on Thursday I gave my dad a heads up, as he requested, of my intentions. I also tried to call Kristina's mother to ask her permission, however I didn't have her cell phone number and when I called their house, no one picked up. I actually remember talking to Kristina that night when she told me that my phone called her house that day, as my pocket tends to do from time to time. Another stroke of luck that didn't tip Kristina off to the plan.
On the drive down to Disneyland I cunningly asked to see Kristina's phone, "just to play with it", and she unquestioningly obliged. When I had her phone in hand I quickly looked up and memorized her mom's cell phone number, and after returning her phone, added her mom's number to my own phone for later when prying ears were not around. I was very concerned that I would be unable to ask her mother's permission before the end of the trip, since asking in person proved pretty much impossible without Kristina being present at the time.
We finally arrived at the park. I brought a backpack to keep the ring in safely, but was so paranoid that it would fall out or get stolen, scratched or breathed on wrong, I think I checked on it about every twelve seconds. All the while being asked what in the world I was doing. The best response I could come up with was, "looking for my sunglasses", which should have been at least a little obvious since I never actually pulled any sunglasses out of the bottom of my backpack where I was fervently checking on the ring. But once again, my natural oddity must have avoided Kristina's suspicion that anything was awry. Though she does comment every time the story is told that I was acting very wierd. I think my best excuse throughout the day was, I don't feel good, because let me tell you my stomach was all kinds of upside down and sideways mustering up the courage to go through with my plan. Women, you think childbirth is hard, try asking someone to spend the rest of their life putting up with you, and then try asking their parents if they're cool with that, oye vay!
Through my guise of sickness, just as we were about to get in line for Big Thunder Mountain, I excused myself saying that I would sit this one out. My plan was to slip off and try again to get ahold of Kristina's mom. Of course the first thing Kristina says when I try to excuse myself is, "Do you want me to come with you, I don't need to ride it, you guys go ahead". Plan ruiner! After the small task of convincing her I was fine and that she should go ahead and ride the ride, after all it is one of her favorite rides in the park, another stroke of luck, if it had been Splash Mountain I would have been sunk. I was able to sneak away and call her mother. I remember very vividly, I was standing, no standing is definately the wrong word, pacing at a marathon speed, over by the pavillion area where the school groups perform, but is otherwise empty, I called. She answered, another stroke of superb luck, and I asked her permission. Her answer was yes of coarse in the most surprised and elated tone I have ever heard from her. Brooke, Kristina's little sister was with Susan when she received the surprise phone call, and very helpfully proceeded to text Kristina about every other minute with "How's it going?, Whatcha doing?" and so forth, very nice. However, I think the end result was to throw Kristina off even more because now dang near everybody was just acting plum odd.
Now that I had permission and the ring, all that was left was the rather simple task of getting up the gumption to actually ask her, and to decide where to ask her. This thought had been plaguing my mind since we stepped into the park. My first inclination was to propose on the train. Most people do not even care that Disneyland has a train, but it is the highlight of every trip we take there ever since the first trip we took with the church youth group where Kristina, myself, Jared and Kelly rode it when we were tired and hot. We were riding the train from Main Street Station to New Orleans Square, one of the best stretches of its short route, and I actually had my hand in the backpack, ring box in my hand. Through my mind was playing how many ways I could possibly screw up the simple phrase, "Will you Marry Me?" and trust me I came up with a book full, all of which I've since forgotten. Turns out I was too chicken on the train, even through a couple more stops. We made it all the way around to Tomorrowland without uttering a word. We were going to be at Disneyland for two days, so at this point I was contemplating just doing it tomorrow, since my gumption didn't seem to work out so well thus far. But after arguing with myself for a little whil I concluded that I needed to get it overwith so that we could all enjoy Disneyland tomorrow without this hanging over me and me bringing down the group with my oddity.
We then stood in line at Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blasters. For those of you who haven't been to Disneyland in a while, this is one of the best new rides added in years. I think we had visited it twice already that day, and were returning for the trifecta. I finally found some manner of courage to ask Kristina if she would go with me to get a bottle of water, since I "wasn't feeling very well". She obliged saying that she would like a churro while we were at it. So we left Steph and Kale in line, and Kristina and I began to walk towards the area in the middle of the park where all of the lands meet and there is a large statue of Mickey ad Walt and lots of street vendors.
Gut check time, now was the opportune moment. The only dragging part was Kristina. You see, the walk from Astro Blasters to in front of Cinderella's Castle where I had finally decided to do the deed (traditional & classy), there were about thirty vendors selling churros and water. So, naturally Kristina is asking why we keep passing perfectly good food. We get in front if the castle and I begin to root around in by backpack for the ring. Kristina naturally assumed I have gone completely crazy by this point and says that she will pay for the churro and water and not to worry about it.
I finally pull out the ring, open the box to present the last piece of jewelry that will ever adorn her most special of fingers, and I utter the phrase, without screwing it up. "Will you marry me?"
What are the first words out of her mouth, but naturally what every bride to be says, "NO WAY!" To which I respond, "Does that mean no." Which she quickly clarifys that her answer is yes. We hug ,we kiss, we hug some more, she stares at her finger, a lot.
Finally, my hard part is over. I'm not sure I said much of anything for the rest of the day, I think Kristina did most of the rest of the talking. Though I do remember asking if she still wanted a churro, to which she replied, "screw the churro, we're getting married!" Classy girl, I love it.
We go back to the line at Astro Blasters and show off the ring to Steph and Kale. They weren't surprised, my sister had guessed it the moment I asked them to come to Disneyland weeks before. Kristina spent that entire ride staring at her finger some more, and pretty much every ride after that, and in between every ride, and while we were in line, and while we were getting food. She stared at it a lot, frankly she still does. I suppose that means I did well in my rock selection.
Naturally after Astro Blasters Kristina called her mom and sister, and finally got why she was receiving a barrage of text messages. The real kicker to the story is that Kristina, who brings a camera with her everywhere, decided that we had been to Disneyland planty of times and didn't need any pictures for this trip. So she allowed Brooke to borrow her camera for some event she was attending in Las Vegas that same weekend. So there are no pictures in existance of us on the day on our engagement. One would think I would bring a camera, but I don't own one and I wouldn't have thought of it if I did. I had other things that pretty much filled my mind to the brim.
That is the exciting story of our engagement and my proposal, and even more memorable her answer.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
A Brief Intermission for Some Pics of Dragon Ridge...
Will did a fantastic job letting you all know about his guys, and I'm working on my post so I can equally gush about my girls, but until then, here's some pictures of our wedding/reception venue! <3-K
The overview...
The ceremony site (the grassy area in front of the waterfall..)
The view from our reception room (it's pretty much all windows...)
Groomsmen Finale - What's Up Other Doc?
Kale Wayman, my brother-in-law. The only guy who can stand my sister's beatings better than me, and I took my share of beatings to do so. Kale and my sister, Steph, have been married for a couple years now and until very recently have been living in Omaha Nebraska, a place so boring it makes Oklahoma seem exciting, oh and cold did I mention cold because I hear its cold there. If anyone is wondering why would anyone consciously move to Omaha on purpose relax there is a good reason. Not more than a month ago Kale graduated from Creighton University with his MD. Yes another doctor up at the front with me, wow its really starting to look like I just picked groomsmen who could resuscitate me if I tank halfway through the vows. Anyway, back to the topic, my sister also got some Doctorate of Physical Therapy or something, I'll let Kristina tell you more about her and her deeds of glory. We're talking about Kale, Steph stop butting in, geez, sorry about that folks.
Kale and Steph have no kids, but I know they would really appreciate you asking them when they are planning are starting that when you see them at the wedding :) Really, please don't ask them anything or I am certain to get clobbered, I may be almost a foot taller than her, but one of life's little lessons is don't piss off a volleyball player if you don't want your head spiked, ouch! Steph you did it again, but out.
Kale and Steph recently moved to Denver, Colorado, a stone's throw away from where Kale grew up in Longmont Colorado (that is if you can trow a stone about an hours drive). They will be residing there for a year beginning his residency, and then moving to Loma Linda in southern California to complete his residency. His medical specialty of choice is anaesthesiology, which if you've never tried is very difficult to spell.
If I remember correctly, the first time Kale and I met was at our cabin in Utah, where we me him and Steph on their way down from Fort Collins Colorado, where they went to undergraduate school. The only thing I remember well was that my sister was driving down those crazy windy roads and it was concerning us both, and I could not for the life of me figure out why he was not chiming in to insult my sister's driving skills, go figure. Since then, we have spent some good times together, being the only brother I've ever gotten to have. I was a groomsman at his wedding along with his three brothers, Kieth, Kevin, and Kris (see a pattern here?). I was also fortunate to have spent two vacations in Hawaii with him (and the whole family of course), and let me tell you that was bonanza! (Inside joke just for him, only about four people on the planet will get it, so don't ask because I certainly won't tell).
I could not ask for a better brother, and I don't get to, so it works out nicely that way. Another fellow outdoors man, with an intellect worth duelling (as good as they give doctors these days), and spends more time than I do playing video games (if that's even possible).
This concludes my list of groomsmen, if you have only read one so far, you started on the wrong end. Hopefully this will give any of you out there in TV land a little insight into the guys I have chosen to stand next to me as I take the plunge, and the guys who have been there for me throughout this courtship. I hope to find some pictures to post of all these guys, but if I can't find any you should be able to recognize them at the wedding, they will be the guys wearing tuxedos, standing up front.
Kale and Steph have no kids, but I know they would really appreciate you asking them when they are planning are starting that when you see them at the wedding :) Really, please don't ask them anything or I am certain to get clobbered, I may be almost a foot taller than her, but one of life's little lessons is don't piss off a volleyball player if you don't want your head spiked, ouch! Steph you did it again, but out.
Kale and Steph recently moved to Denver, Colorado, a stone's throw away from where Kale grew up in Longmont Colorado (that is if you can trow a stone about an hours drive). They will be residing there for a year beginning his residency, and then moving to Loma Linda in southern California to complete his residency. His medical specialty of choice is anaesthesiology, which if you've never tried is very difficult to spell.
If I remember correctly, the first time Kale and I met was at our cabin in Utah, where we me him and Steph on their way down from Fort Collins Colorado, where they went to undergraduate school. The only thing I remember well was that my sister was driving down those crazy windy roads and it was concerning us both, and I could not for the life of me figure out why he was not chiming in to insult my sister's driving skills, go figure. Since then, we have spent some good times together, being the only brother I've ever gotten to have. I was a groomsman at his wedding along with his three brothers, Kieth, Kevin, and Kris (see a pattern here?). I was also fortunate to have spent two vacations in Hawaii with him (and the whole family of course), and let me tell you that was bonanza! (Inside joke just for him, only about four people on the planet will get it, so don't ask because I certainly won't tell).
I could not ask for a better brother, and I don't get to, so it works out nicely that way. Another fellow outdoors man, with an intellect worth duelling (as good as they give doctors these days), and spends more time than I do playing video games (if that's even possible).
This concludes my list of groomsmen, if you have only read one so far, you started on the wrong end. Hopefully this will give any of you out there in TV land a little insight into the guys I have chosen to stand next to me as I take the plunge, and the guys who have been there for me throughout this courtship. I hope to find some pictures to post of all these guys, but if I can't find any you should be able to recognize them at the wedding, they will be the guys wearing tuxedos, standing up front.
Next On Deck Groomsman - The Little Drummer Parker
Ben Parker, the one and only. For a little change of pace, Ben I met at, you guessed it, the Crossing. Ben formerly worked as Video Director and then Programming Pastor at the Crossing. And as I mentioned in Rob's post he was the integral tie of our band at the Crossing, our drummer. I must give credit where due, Ben has one of the best natural feels on the drums that I have ever played with, and is extremely fun to jam with. Interestingly enough Kristina also worked for Ben (and our officiant, Chris Coli) at the Crossing as the Creative Arts Administrative Assistant, though I don't think either would consider their professional relationship anything other than collaborative.
Ben is one of the main reasons I am so deeply enthralled in movies and movie making. He is by far the most knowledgeable person I've ever known when it comes to video systems, and he was essentially my mentor in teaching me all of the intricacies and how incredibly fascinating video creation is. Ben is the reason I ran my first live video camera IMAG, a CG machine, automated lighting system, directed video, and directed a church service. If you don't know what all that means, congratulations you are in good company because I think only about three people who would read this blog really do, and Ben and I are two of them.
I can remember countless Thursday nights where we would stay in the bat cave (our nickname for the video control room at the Crossing) after band practice editing videos, writing scripts, and just plain hanging out drinking an unhealthy amount of Mountain Dew (ah sweet nectar of the gods, how I miss thee). Ben is one of my soul mates when it comes to music and movies, and I can remember going to an MxPx concert, having the best seats in the House of Blues, where Reel Big Fish stole the show.
Ben is also one of the great theological debaters of our time, and would constantly engage in riveting conversations with Rob and I at small group. I think most people underestimate Ben's theological intelligence. It probably has something to do with being a punk rocker who looks a little too much like Jesus when he doesn't shave and can sing the best rendition of "Dirty Little Secret" the Crossing has ever heard.
Ben and his wife Christina also have a pair of munchkins, Josie and Cash (that's right like Johnny Cash). Josie has given me one of my proudest accomplishments of all time, winning a game of "uh huh, nuh uh" with a four year old, beat that! The Parker clan recently returned to the great state of Oklahoma (where the wind comes sweeping down the plains), oh how embarrassing, I should really learn to stop that. It was a sad trip for me helping one of my closest friend move halfway across the country to the booming metropolis of Locust Grove (that's right, he's now one of those twelve people). For those of you who don't know, Locust Grove is about to be a one horse town, as soon as they get a horse. On that mournful trip I was able to finally see the lush green expanses that I had heard about so many times, and hopefully one day we will be able to go fish the crick (they aren't called creeks that far south) behind his old stomping ground.
I can very clearly remember the first time Ben and I met. It was at the Crossing Christmas party, when he first moved to Vegas. We spent most of that night telling war stories of church camps past, constantly one-up-ing each other with the crazy things we have done and trouble we caused. We had an instant rapport.
Nowadays Ben and I share an Internet based relationship where we build websites and write scripts under the guise of Capitol City Studios (www.capitolcitystudios.com) with our good friend and my former roommate Zach.
Ben is one of the main reasons I am so deeply enthralled in movies and movie making. He is by far the most knowledgeable person I've ever known when it comes to video systems, and he was essentially my mentor in teaching me all of the intricacies and how incredibly fascinating video creation is. Ben is the reason I ran my first live video camera IMAG, a CG machine, automated lighting system, directed video, and directed a church service. If you don't know what all that means, congratulations you are in good company because I think only about three people who would read this blog really do, and Ben and I are two of them.
I can remember countless Thursday nights where we would stay in the bat cave (our nickname for the video control room at the Crossing) after band practice editing videos, writing scripts, and just plain hanging out drinking an unhealthy amount of Mountain Dew (ah sweet nectar of the gods, how I miss thee). Ben is one of my soul mates when it comes to music and movies, and I can remember going to an MxPx concert, having the best seats in the House of Blues, where Reel Big Fish stole the show.
Ben is also one of the great theological debaters of our time, and would constantly engage in riveting conversations with Rob and I at small group. I think most people underestimate Ben's theological intelligence. It probably has something to do with being a punk rocker who looks a little too much like Jesus when he doesn't shave and can sing the best rendition of "Dirty Little Secret" the Crossing has ever heard.
Ben and his wife Christina also have a pair of munchkins, Josie and Cash (that's right like Johnny Cash). Josie has given me one of my proudest accomplishments of all time, winning a game of "uh huh, nuh uh" with a four year old, beat that! The Parker clan recently returned to the great state of Oklahoma (where the wind comes sweeping down the plains), oh how embarrassing, I should really learn to stop that. It was a sad trip for me helping one of my closest friend move halfway across the country to the booming metropolis of Locust Grove (that's right, he's now one of those twelve people). For those of you who don't know, Locust Grove is about to be a one horse town, as soon as they get a horse. On that mournful trip I was able to finally see the lush green expanses that I had heard about so many times, and hopefully one day we will be able to go fish the crick (they aren't called creeks that far south) behind his old stomping ground.
I can very clearly remember the first time Ben and I met. It was at the Crossing Christmas party, when he first moved to Vegas. We spent most of that night telling war stories of church camps past, constantly one-up-ing each other with the crazy things we have done and trouble we caused. We had an instant rapport.
Nowadays Ben and I share an Internet based relationship where we build websites and write scripts under the guise of Capitol City Studios (www.capitolcitystudios.com) with our good friend and my former roommate Zach.
On With The Groomsmen - What's Up Doc?
Next up in the line to catch me if I pass out in the ceremony is my good friend Rob Karl. Many of you know him as Dr. Rob, though you should probably know him as Dr. Karl (to be politically correct). Rob is a doctor who owns his own family practice, which coincidentally is where Kristina works.
Rob and I also met at the Crossing. Rob was one of the worship leaders, and my favorite one to play behind (Sorry Darla). Some of my favorite times playing at the Crossing was with "Rob's Band" including Ben Parker (who you will be hearing about shortly) on drums, Jason Deese on electric guitar, and Stephanie Walker singing, and me on bass (if you didn't know).
Rob is married to Nicole, also one of Kristina's brides maids (it's redundant to mention that she among Kristina's closest friends if I say that she is a brides maid, right?). Rob and Nicole have a pair of sleep deprivers as well, Jack and Olivia. Kristina and I have babysat these two kiddies a couple times and I can think of few things cuter than Jack standing in front of the TV playing air guitar trying to mimic daddy, especially when he grabs his imaginary pick from his mouth as Rob is prone to do.
Rob and I share a love for intellectual debate. Rob is one of the few people I know who I can use words like loquacious around without an explanation. Rob and I also love to debate theological topics, one of my favorite religious activities. And the best thing about our debates is that no matter how "heated" or deep our topics get we both know that it is all in good fun, especially since most of the time one of us takes a position we don't even believe in just to play devil's advocate and make the conversation interesting.
Rob, Nicole, Kristina and I also meet every (almost) Tuesday in our small group with the Herrold's, Ancheta's, Kramer, and formerly the Parker's before they moved to Oklahoma (where the wind comes sweeping down the plains). Sorry about that, how embarrassing. This small group is often the theatre for these infamous debates, and who better to include in a debate that Kramer, the man who can retain more bizarre yet interesting facts than anyone on the planet.
Rob is the only groomsman who has stuck it out in Las Vegas with me and I am very grateful to have a fellow intellectual so close to home to debate me on a moments notice. It is so rare to find a friend who shares my love of intellect as well as my love for music.
Rob and I also met at the Crossing. Rob was one of the worship leaders, and my favorite one to play behind (Sorry Darla). Some of my favorite times playing at the Crossing was with "Rob's Band" including Ben Parker (who you will be hearing about shortly) on drums, Jason Deese on electric guitar, and Stephanie Walker singing, and me on bass (if you didn't know).
Rob is married to Nicole, also one of Kristina's brides maids (it's redundant to mention that she among Kristina's closest friends if I say that she is a brides maid, right?). Rob and Nicole have a pair of sleep deprivers as well, Jack and Olivia. Kristina and I have babysat these two kiddies a couple times and I can think of few things cuter than Jack standing in front of the TV playing air guitar trying to mimic daddy, especially when he grabs his imaginary pick from his mouth as Rob is prone to do.
Rob and I share a love for intellectual debate. Rob is one of the few people I know who I can use words like loquacious around without an explanation. Rob and I also love to debate theological topics, one of my favorite religious activities. And the best thing about our debates is that no matter how "heated" or deep our topics get we both know that it is all in good fun, especially since most of the time one of us takes a position we don't even believe in just to play devil's advocate and make the conversation interesting.
Rob, Nicole, Kristina and I also meet every (almost) Tuesday in our small group with the Herrold's, Ancheta's, Kramer, and formerly the Parker's before they moved to Oklahoma (where the wind comes sweeping down the plains). Sorry about that, how embarrassing. This small group is often the theatre for these infamous debates, and who better to include in a debate that Kramer, the man who can retain more bizarre yet interesting facts than anyone on the planet.
Rob is the only groomsman who has stuck it out in Las Vegas with me and I am very grateful to have a fellow intellectual so close to home to debate me on a moments notice. It is so rare to find a friend who shares my love of intellect as well as my love for music.
Best Man
I thought I'd share with those of you who do not know the wedding party personally, a little about each of the people who will be holding me up during the ceremony :)
Chris Hannah
Chris is my best man (as you probably guessed from the post heading). Chris is in the US Air Force, I would tell you his rank but he keeps getting promoted and I can't keep up. He was stationed at Nellis AFB in Las Vegas when we met.
We were first introduced through the youth group at the Crossing, which we were both leaders of. We eventually led a Middle School boys small group together. I have very fond memories of Chris and I roughhousing with the boys and getting creamed by thirteen year olds in pool.
Chris is married to Camille, one of Kristina's brides maids and best friends. Together they have two little tax shelters, Claire and Carson. Another of my fondest memories surrounding the Hannah family was the birth of their first child Claire, while Kristina and Chris had the relatively easy task of aiding Camille in the birthing of the child, I was put in charge of the much more important and difficult task of taking care of their first child Presley (the dog). Adding to the memory, I recall that I was unable to see Claire on her first day of life because I had to run to school after the peaceful and restful night of two hours of sleep to take a Law final. Ah, good times! I will also never forget that I was fortunate enough to spend with Chris his last night at home before he shipped off to Iraq, the first time, just sitting up most of the night watching movies and hanging out. Chris, don't ever go back there, we can find better reasons to watch movies all night, thanks.
Chris and I share a love for the outdoors, and ridiculously large trucks. For those of you who have seen my incredibly huge (and really good looking) truck, you would call it tiny and inadequate to some of the trucks Chris has had. I could always look forward to a conversation about some new Mikey Thomson's (tires) or whatever else we were attaching to our trucks that week.
Since our illustrious days as trouble to Crossing Middle Schoolers, Chris has moved back to Missouri, his home state. And is thankfully stationed at a base that will never make him go to Iraq again. Unfortunatly that means fewer nights hanging out, but thankfully last month Kristina and I were in Nebraska for my brother-in-law's graduation and were able to sneak away and make the quick hop down to Missouri where we all spent a day playing Rock Band on the Wii and watching movies.
I am very thankful to have such a great friend and fellow hillbilly to share my life with, and hopefully one day we will be back within close proximity again. Not soon enough, I can tell you.
Chris Hannah
Chris is my best man (as you probably guessed from the post heading). Chris is in the US Air Force, I would tell you his rank but he keeps getting promoted and I can't keep up. He was stationed at Nellis AFB in Las Vegas when we met.
We were first introduced through the youth group at the Crossing, which we were both leaders of. We eventually led a Middle School boys small group together. I have very fond memories of Chris and I roughhousing with the boys and getting creamed by thirteen year olds in pool.
Chris is married to Camille, one of Kristina's brides maids and best friends. Together they have two little tax shelters, Claire and Carson. Another of my fondest memories surrounding the Hannah family was the birth of their first child Claire, while Kristina and Chris had the relatively easy task of aiding Camille in the birthing of the child, I was put in charge of the much more important and difficult task of taking care of their first child Presley (the dog). Adding to the memory, I recall that I was unable to see Claire on her first day of life because I had to run to school after the peaceful and restful night of two hours of sleep to take a Law final. Ah, good times! I will also never forget that I was fortunate enough to spend with Chris his last night at home before he shipped off to Iraq, the first time, just sitting up most of the night watching movies and hanging out. Chris, don't ever go back there, we can find better reasons to watch movies all night, thanks.
Chris and I share a love for the outdoors, and ridiculously large trucks. For those of you who have seen my incredibly huge (and really good looking) truck, you would call it tiny and inadequate to some of the trucks Chris has had. I could always look forward to a conversation about some new Mikey Thomson's (tires) or whatever else we were attaching to our trucks that week.
Since our illustrious days as trouble to Crossing Middle Schoolers, Chris has moved back to Missouri, his home state. And is thankfully stationed at a base that will never make him go to Iraq again. Unfortunatly that means fewer nights hanging out, but thankfully last month Kristina and I were in Nebraska for my brother-in-law's graduation and were able to sneak away and make the quick hop down to Missouri where we all spent a day playing Rock Band on the Wii and watching movies.
I am very thankful to have such a great friend and fellow hillbilly to share my life with, and hopefully one day we will be back within close proximity again. Not soon enough, I can tell you.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Honeymoon booked!!!
Last week we officially booked the honeymoon. We are so excited to be going to Disney World for a week. We're both big Disney nerds, and we got engaged at Disneyland, so it's fitting that we're spending our first week being married at a Disney resort! We're staying at the hotel that's next to the Wild Animal Kingdom, and our room will have a view of the animals. We think it's super cool. =) Check out our links to Disneyworld and our Disney Honeymoon Registry on our link section on the right!
Engagement Pics
A couple of months ago (time is flying) we did our engagment photo session out at Lake of Las Vegas. Derek & Rhiannon did a fantastic job - we are thrilled with how our pictures turned out! It was great practice at getting comfortable in front of the camera. Here's some of our favorites from that day....
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Engangement Photo Shoot
We have an engagement photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow 3/8/09. We are going to take pictures at Lake Las Vegas. There are a good many gardens and picturesque locations in the Montelago Village. My assumption is that these pictures will be used to send out with the announcements/invitations, as well as use in the final photo album of course. Hopefully it will turn out some good pictures.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Florist
Primrose Lane
There was never really any doubt that we would use Char as our florist. She's the coolest. I just though while I'm updating this I'd put it down officially. Still many decisions to be made as for the specifics.
There was never really any doubt that we would use Char as our florist. She's the coolest. I just though while I'm updating this I'd put it down officially. Still many decisions to be made as for the specifics.
Photographer Chosen- Yay for Digs!
Digs
http://www.digsstudio.com/
We met with only two photographers, and honestly that was one more than we expected to after leaving our interview of Digs. We met Derek and Rhiannon, the owners of Digs, after much playing lots of phone tag. We really liked their photo-journalistic style, and not just in their best of the best pictures. We looked at many of their albums and liked the general feel of their pictures. They weren't too posed, and had a good art-sy feel to it. They also offered a good selection of photo-albums, with many styles and sizes. One of the best things they said was instead of posing us they would tell us to walk a bit, for instance, and by the time we got there they would have the shots they were looking for.
We also met with Elegant Images, who did Steph & Kale's wedding a couple years ago. While we liked them fine, their pictures were much more posed and less artistic. Overall, it was an easy decision to go with Digs and we're thrilled to have them photograph our wedding!
http://www.digsstudio.com/
We met with only two photographers, and honestly that was one more than we expected to after leaving our interview of Digs. We met Derek and Rhiannon, the owners of Digs, after much playing lots of phone tag. We really liked their photo-journalistic style, and not just in their best of the best pictures. We looked at many of their albums and liked the general feel of their pictures. They weren't too posed, and had a good art-sy feel to it. They also offered a good selection of photo-albums, with many styles and sizes. One of the best things they said was instead of posing us they would tell us to walk a bit, for instance, and by the time we got there they would have the shots they were looking for.
We also met with Elegant Images, who did Steph & Kale's wedding a couple years ago. While we liked them fine, their pictures were much more posed and less artistic. Overall, it was an easy decision to go with Digs and we're thrilled to have them photograph our wedding!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Old News - Location Chosen
Dragon Ridge Country Club
552 S. Stephanie Street
Henderson, Nevada 89012
Local - (702) 614-4444 - Fax (702) 914-2019
552 S. Stephanie Street
Henderson, Nevada 89012
Local - (702) 614-4444 - Fax (702) 914-2019
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