Use a Style You Already Love

Yesterday I had a good friend cut my hair for engagement photos and the wedding. I call her Mrs. Mom (she is practically my second mom). Our families are good friends and will once in a while go camping together. She is a professional hair cutter (or whatever they are called, stylist maybe), and as she was cutting my hair she gave me some very good advice. This is basically what she said:

When you are planning your wedding hair, think of your favorite way to do your hair on a normal day and make it a little fancier. Don't try something brand new that you've never done before (and probably would never do again). Make sure the style of your hair looks good on you and is fitting for you. If someone saw you with that hairstyle would they immediately think you were you? Also, once you decide on a style, practice practice practice! Make sure you know how to make it turn out right.

I loved this piece of advice! I had never really thought about it before. I remember looking back at my Prom pictures and thinking to myself, "Why did I do my hair like that? That looks ridiculous on me!" The style wasn't bad, but it wasn't me. It makes sense to just fancy up a style you absolutely love wearing and that you think you look good in. Now I've just got to figure out how to fancy up my normal, straight hair (I hardly do anything with my hair except straighten it, and I like it that way).

One other thing I was thinking about as I was talking to Mrs. Mom, is unless you are having your hair styled by a professional who is used to modern styles, it is probably a good idea to find someone your own age to do your hair. Not that older generations aren't capable of doing your hair well, but they may not be used to doing modern styles and it might be hard to get the same look that you want. However, this really wouldn't be a problem if you practice a lot. :)

Our Time Apart

About the middle of April or so was the last time I really did anything with Trevor that semester. This was partly because Ultimate Frisbee ended, and also, I started dating someone else. I had been super interested in this guy since the previous semester, and about the first part of April he started paying more attention to me and wanting to hang out and go on dates. So of course, in my girlish giddiness, I went for it. And I enjoyed it. I was super excited that things were working out with this kid I had crushed on for so long. But lucky (and unlucky) for me, he was from Alaska. So when summer hit about a month later, he headed home to Alaska and didn't really ever talk to me again. I was fairly sad about this, but made the most of my summer by hanging out with some of my best friends. :) It was probably my best summer ever. I thought about Trevor a little bit over the summer (once I'd given up on the kid I had been dating). Trevor was still Best Friend's favorite of all my guy options. The bummer about Trevor though was that he had taken a 3 month trip over the summer. He had the opportunity to travel the world with one of his buddies. They hit up 27 countries (on 5 different continents) in just less than 3 months. They also were able to do this whole trip (spending money and all) for about 7 grand. Lucky guys. (If you want to read a little about their experience traveling follow this link! http://2atw.blogspot.com/). So, Trevor wasn't really an option over the summer. Once the school year started I didn't hear from him until the day I saw him Country Swing Dancing (full story to come).

After Trevor and I had dated for awhile, we were talking about the summer and why we never did anything together after April. I admitted that I started dating someone, to which he replied, "Oh, I know. I saw you two being extremely comfy with each other at that Sean Kingston concert." Oops. I don't remember seeing Trevor there. I was a little embarrassed that he had seen me with that kid. Anyways, I told Trevor that I had discussed him with Best Friend over the summer a little, and he said he had thought about me a little bit too when he was thinking about his dating options. I asked why I didn't hear from him then when school started. He had lost my number. I completely forgot that he had to ask for it again (the third time - he dropped his phone in a hot tub before we went on our first date and had to get my number again). It was interesting to hear about what each other's thoughts were when we were off doing our own thing. I am glad I dated that kid before the summer, but at the same time I think it would have been nice to just have dated Trevor the whole time (even though he was gone for the summer). We probably would have been married a few months ago. I still have to wait a month and a half! That is FOREVER! I just want to be married already. That's all.

The Kiss. . .

I was looking through some old Facebook video's and I found this. This is about 7 months before I ever met Trevor. The taller guy is Nate. I dated him for a short while. The shorter guy is my brother Darren, and my roommate filmed it. We sure had a good time making this! This was about the 10th try.

Just as a side note, my brothers Brett and Darren like to pretend to snap my neck just like in the video. I don't know why, it's just a fun thing between us.

'The Follower'

After our first date, I went Country Swing Dancing (as usual). This was probably my favorite Country Dancing night I've ever had. I took with me my very best friend Sarah (I call her Best Friend most of the time). She doesn't go dancing very often, but she agreed to come with me this time. Probably because I told her that Trevor might be there and I really really wanted her to see how hot he was. :) Well Trevor showed up a little after we did and met Best Friend and asked me to dance. After our nice little dance we meandered back over to where Best Friend was standing, and Trevor in his awesomeness asked her to dance. This immediately won Best Friend's approval, which was very important to me. She absolutely loved him! And she agreed that he was super hot. Like, Jason Statham hot (who happens to be his celebrity look-alike). The night went on and Trevor continued to dance with BOTH of us (because he's just sweet that way).

Now time for the better part of the night. This is partly why this was my favorite dancing night. Since I go dancing quite often, I normally dance with several of the same people. And when new people ask me to dance, I never say no. So I ended up dancing with quite a few creepy guys and quite a few older guys. One of the guys I didn't feel super comfortable around would ask me to dance one time every night (I will refer to him as 'the follower'). This was fine with me, it really was. But I started feeling a lot less comfortable with it when he started asking for my number every time we danced. I did NOT give my number to everyone who asked. This kid also would ask me if I wanted to do lifts while we were dancing. Normally I agree to it, but I definitely did not feel comfortable with this particular guy. For one thing, I was probably stronger than he was (that is not saying much), and he had a slight physical (and I think mental as well) disability. I didn't trust that he could keep me safe doing the lifts he always wanted to try. Anyways, back to the point of the story. I had told Trevor about 'the follower', and had pointed him out. I believe that I also mentioned that I really hoped he wouldn't ask me to dance tonight because he always wants to do lifts and wants my number (I'm too used to being a nice person, I hate to turn people down. It can get exhausting). So, Trevor, in his genius-ness, decided to make sure that I wasn't available to be asked to dance (I was in love with this idea). He took me over to the opposite side of the large dance floor so we could dance and not worry about 'the follower'.

So there we were, enjoying ourselves, cooling off by the fan, and doing more swaying and talking rather than actual dancing. It was easy for me to forget about the rest of the world when I was dancing with Trevor (or when I was around him in general). Next thing I know, I look up, and guess who I see. Yup. 'The Follower'. Standing right there only 5 feet from us. Patiently waiting his turn. I mentioned this to Trevor, and instead of taking the break we had planned on, we continued dancing (actual dancing), and started to move to the other side of the dance floor. We both kept an eye on 'the follower' and watched as he quickly walked around the edge of the floor to catch up with us. Well, that plan had failed. So we continued dancing to the opposite corner of the dance floor. Now we were kitty-corner from him and he didn't follow us. We just enjoyed the rest of our dance. As the song ended we glanced over to see if we could see 'the follower', but he wasn't in the place we last saw him. Feeling a little nervous we glanced around the room until we spotted him. He was running (literally running) across the dance floor towards us. Weaving in between the different couples. At that sight you can't do anything but laugh, and cave. So I danced with him. Just one song, and luckily he didn't ask me for my number. I did have to ask to pass on the lifts though.

So there you have it. Trevor sweetly tried (and failed) to save me from 'the follower'. I still enjoy laughing about it every now and then. And I love remembering that night. Trevor continued to dance with me after that fun event, and we danced until we were the last couple on the dance floor and they had to kick us out. This definitely was my favorite night of Country Swing Dancing. Thanks to Trevor Park. :)

The Colors Festival

One of the recent activities that my fiance and I have done is attend the Colors Festival. I had never been before and it seemed like fun. I believe that it is a celebration of spring. People gather for food and music and every couple of hours there is a 'throwing'. You can buy packets of color (colored corn starch). They have a countdown and everyone tosses their powder in the air (which actually makes it extremely hard to breathe) and cheers and yells go up, and I believe there is a ritual 'burning of the witch'. It was a good experience. I have hardly done anything in my life, so it was fun to try something new. Here are a few pictures we took.

This is after the throwing. We are on the balcony of the temple. I am not sure of the name of the temple though.


Just for fun, here is a before and an after picture with our friends. 

First Date

It was only a few weeks after we met that Trevor and I went on our first date. There are a few things that you should know of that happened before then, however.

I made sure to go Country Swing Dancing as often as I could. Every now and then I would see Trevor there and he would ask me to dance. One night we danced several times, and Trevor asked if I wanted to sit and talk for a while. I agreed and we moved to the food area and sat down. I don't remember how long we talked, but I do remember him telling me that he had 5 older brothers (no sisters) and that they had all wrestled. Trevor was a pretty good wrestler (I thought that was so attractive). He asked me for my number that night. This was a big deal because he had a rule to not ask for girls' numbers at Country Dancing. So, he broke another rule and got my number. :) 

We did a few things outside of dancing after that. He convinced me to play on his intramural frisbee team, and I played on his kickball team once. I absolutely LOVE ultimate frisbee, so I was pretty excited that I was needed. 

Trevor and I went on our first date on April 6. It was a Wednesday night, so the date started earlier and ended in time for me to still go Country Dancing. He picked me up and we went to the store to buy eggs and egg coloring, then we went off to one of his friend's houses where they were making omelets (pretty tasty ones too). After dinner, a few of the couples went their own ways, and about 3 or 4 couples were left to color eggs. I had a great time actually. Trevor was pretty funny, and he was a very good flirt. I am normally a good flirt, but for some reason I could not flirt that night! I tried to and I tried to act normal about it, but the second I flirted back I just thought to myself, "Wow Keeley, you are so dumb right now! What made you think it was ok to do that? That was horrible!" I was really hoping that Trevor didn't notice my awkwardness. So back to the egg coloring, we each did a few of our own eggs, and then we colored one together. Trevor made a portrait egg for me. He told me to set it up where all  my roommates could see it. So I did. Right next to the stove, for over a month. Here are a few pictures from our first date. And don't worry. My hair isn't that horrific anymore. That was a hair color gone wrong that didn't get fixed for about 4 months. 

First we have the portrait egg.

And the egg we colored together. 

I absolutely love his scruff!

And that was our date! He took me home and off I went to Country Swing Dancing!

The Way We Met

It all happened about the middle of March one year ago. I was a sophomore in college studying Elementary Education, and I loved to go Country Swing Dancing (although I don't really like the music, the dancing is fun). Most people go dancing to meet people, but not me. I just LOVED dancing! Every Monday and Wednesday, even if I had homework, I would be there. Trevor didn't go dancing as much as I did. He was a little more responsible with his homework. Mostly, he went because it was something to do. He was a junior in school, studying Mechanical Engineering with an emphasis in Aerospace. Man, I really hit it good.

Surrounding the south part of the rectangular dance floor is a three foot high wall. This is where I would hang out when I wasn't dancing. I enjoyed sitting on the wall and watching everyone else dance. It's much easier to see up there. I was sitting on the wall the first time I saw Trevor. My initial thoughts were, "Wow. He is so amazingly hot. Probably the most attractive man I've seen here tonight." And my second thoughts were, "He probably only asks the girls he is friends with to dance. Bummer." But to my surprise and delight he turned. . . looked at me. .  took a step. . . then changed directions to go lean against the wall. So lame! So disappointing. Oh well, there were other people to dance with.

Later on that same night, as I was sitting on the wall once again, to my surprise and delight (for real this time) Trevor came over and asked me to dance. My smile has probably only been bigger a few other times in my life (the first time he said he loved me, and the day he proposed). Turns out, he was an amazing dancer! He has one move that I especially love. It's a spin for the girl. He brings you in close by his side, and then without warning, puts his hand on your hip and pushes you under his arm. It's a very hot move. After the song was over, we chatted a little bit and Trevor told me I was a really good dancer. :) Perfect thing to say. I walked away beaming. And later, to my surprise and delight (once again) Trevor asked me to dance a second time. My confidence was boosted about 200% that night.

So that was the night we met. After having dated Trevor for some time, he let me in on some of his thoughts that night. When Trevor very first saw me, his thoughts were, "She is out of my league." How cute is that? And of course I was thinking the opposite. Also, I was right about the kind of guy he was. He usually only asks girls that he already knows to dance, but that night he decided to break his rule. And I am so glad he did. :)

As you know, there is much more to the story than just the night we met. More of our story will be coming shortly. It may come in the order things happened, it may not. We'll see.

Just a Little Explanation

Where to start, where to start. Well, first of all, this is my first blog ever. Almost every girl I've ever known has started a blog once they got married. So I decided to follow the crowd (reluctantly). I figured that since I am currently not in school and am not writing in a journal, a blog would be a good place to write down my thoughts and keep my mind working. I suppose that I am a little ahead of the girls, however because I am not yet married. I will be in less than two months though! I am quite excited about it. I feel a little deceptive because I've already started considering myself a Park (This is a family name. I'm not talking about an amusement park. Although I'm sure that just like an amusement park my life will be filled with many happy kids, many screaming kids, probably many crying kids, and tired parents, and hopefully lots of sweets. We are in for a wild ride!).

I have no idea what this blog will be about yet. Maybe it will just be my thoughts, however random they may be. Or maybe I'll have a marriage theme. My journey of marriage. We'll see. I don't yet know what life will bring. So, like my life, this blog will be a complete surprise, and hopefully it will be positive and full of happiness. I hope you enjoy. :)