Engagements and Shoes.

First off, I have some extremely ridiculous exciting news to share!! My cousin Garrett, who has always been more of a big brother to me returned from his mission a month ago today. But that's not the exciting part. You see, his girlfriend unofficially waited for him (my cousin didn't want her to "officially" wait because then that would jinx it, yeah he's a dork lol) and HE PROPOSED TO HER the other night. All I can say, is it's about freakin TIME! Garrett has had a thing for Vauna ever since he met her in middle school. So pretty much this proposal has been like 7+ years in the making. I am soooo happy for these two!!

Me, Garrett, and Vauna.

See the dress I'm wearing? This dress has made me hate dress shopping a little less. Finding a dress that actually fits me right is nearly impossible due to the fact my sisters stole the blessings of a decent sized chest from me. Anyways! Last Tuesday my best buddy Aubre decided to take me on a spur of the moment shopping trip. This maxi dress was the only one in the store, and it was my size AND it was $13 and retailed for $40. . I gave in and tried the dress on, it was instant love! This dress was SCREAMING my name. I looked cute in it, flattered my shape, didn't make me look preggo, and the best part of all was I wouldn't have to hem it. So I bought it. This dress is a total "Shannon" dress. Now to find the perfect shoes to go with it...

Ha, speaking of shoes, this reminds me of a highly traumatic experience I had a couple weeks ago. A few months ago I moved back home from school and due to the fact that our german student was staying in my room I had nowhere to put my things. So I was storing it all in the garage until life slowed down enough to have time to put it in my room. Well life has been crazy busy since our german student left and I still hadn't gotten around to moving my things into my room. My nice clear plastic bag of all my favorite shoes was one of the things I had stored in the garage. A few weeks ago on garbage day my Dad was going through the garage to see what he could throw away to make the garbage can full. Apparently my poor favorite shoes is what he chose to make the garbage can "full". Yes people, my father threw away all my shoes... It didn't phase him that "oh hey this is with Shannon's college stuff, maybe I shouldn't throw these away" or "Oh, I can't throw away shoes that would be a waste". But no, he did it without even thinking about it.  There are no words that can describe what I feel whenever I think about him throwing away my shoes. I wouldn't be so upset if he had taken them to the DI, at least someone who needed shoes could have used them. I worked my butt off to save my money to buy those shoes, and now, they are somewhere in the landfill. My Mom keeps telling me that my Dad will replace them but so far he hasn't said anything to me. So I now have 3 choices of shoes to wear, flip flops, falling apart tennis shoes, and falling apart stinky old choir shoes. Awesome. I'm beginning to wonder if this lapse of judgment could have been a "senior moment". The other day when my Mom and I were at CostCo he called my mom and asked if she could bring some Ensure home for him. I thought I was going to die trying to hold in the laughter over that one.

Finding the good in all situations is one of the keys to happiness, so the good in all this? I get a shoe shopping spree. Heck to the Yes. I love shopping, especially when I get a good deal.