Life in the Fast Lane

Friday, November 18, 2011

The Itch

So I would love to tell you that Mr. C and I went on to live blissfully for the next six years and that he surprised me with this romantic proposal and everything is just sunshine and unicorns and rainbows.

But I'm not gonna tell you that. Because that's just not the way life is.

The dude and I spent about four years of awesomeness together. Then somewhere toward the end of that fourth year things started changing in my brain. I got The Itch. You know it. The put-a-ring-on-it itch. I started to ask myself all of these asinine questions like, "Where is this relationship going? What are his intentions? Does he even want to marry me? Did I leave the iron on?"

It was bad news bears. And it kind of scared me. Because the reality is... I'm not that girl. I've never been that girl. I never cared about getting married. Or throwing a wedding. Or having babies. It just didn't matter to me. We were just having fun and we were both happy and that's all that really mattered. Then all of a sudden I freakin' snapped.

It was the Summer of 69

Move over Bryan Adams.

More like the summer of 2005. Oh yeah. That's what I'm talking about.

At the time I was just enjoying single life after recently breaking up with a pretty toxic boyfriend. I was all, "I'm young and I'm awesome and I don't need no man telling me what to do! WHOOOO!"

[Personal Photo]

Yup, that's me... Eating pineapple upside down cake in the back of my Jeep with MOH A. I was livin' the dream I tell ya!

It was pretty epic.

On How I Met the Creepy Dude

So I know I've been putting this off, but I think I am ready to share with you the story of our relationship and, more importantly, our engagement. It's a long story (so it might take me a few posts to explain) and it's not always a happy one, but it's real and it's ours and that's what matters.

I was 19 years old when I first laid eyes on Mr. Coyote. I'm going to be straight with you... It was not love at first sight.

Guess What? They Let Me Eat Cake....

I am a bad blogger.

I went to my cake tastings and did not take a single photo.

In my defense I was really hungry and the cake was just begging to be eaten. So I ate it. Which means that I will not be able to distract you with photos of awesome cake in this post. (But that's okay, I am sure I will find ridiculous images to share with you.)

I pretty much already knew who we were going to use for our wedding cake, because their cakes are just deeeeeelicious and we use them for most of our parties (they did our engagement cake, which made an appearance in this post).... buuuuuut I like to play it safe so we decided to meet with two different bakeries. On a lovely Saturday afternoon, my momma, Mr. Coyote and I stopped by our preferred bakery.

Let Them Eat Cake!

I know really creative title there, right?? I wonder what this post is going to be about...

Uh, it's going be about CAKE. More specifically? Wedding cake. And how delicious it is.

Let's look at some cakes so we can drool over them and wish we were eating some right now: