Love you. Miss you.

Dear Diary,

Today, I have a sad.

I miss my sweetheart. My darling. My dollface.

I miss Mike.

You see, dear diary, we came to Calgary to be with my family for Easter and I decided to stay a week or so to visit more with my family. Mike hasn’t even been gone 30 hours yet, and I’ve been in tears on and off missing him.

Maybe it’s just me or maybe it’s the baby-mones, but whatever it is, it’s AWFUL! It’s always nice to be missed, but it’s never nice to be the one missing someone.

I loves him.

Some people, most people, may say that I’m way too romance driven and to them I say, screw you. I like being romantical. I love love. I really do. It’s the most chaotic and calm, crazy and wonderful, complex and simple thing in the world. Many desire the true form of it and very few get to really live it. I’m one of those few.

Mike never wanted to marry or have children before he met me. I knew this before we dated, yet something still drew me to him. A force stronger than any Star Wars movie could ever create. Marriage and children were always important to me and something I knew I wanted, yet the moment I met him, I knew that I may need to keep that on the back burner for some time. And I was ok with that.

It didn’t take very long when Mike told me that our relationship was different. I was different. He was different. And he said he knew that it wasn’t until meeting me that he knew marriage and children were a good idea. Simply because I was “the one”.

Being somebody’s “one”, is a very special role. You have to cherish it. Nurture it. And give as much back to it as you get. Which is exactly what I do.

We’re now engaged and expecting our first baby this September. This baby of ours has no idea how much his/her Mommy and Daddy love eachother. How much we care for them already. And how we’re one of those lucky couples that everyone gets jelly of.

Mike is my happy place. I care for him in a way that I for reals, can’t even describe. And if that makes me “too” sappy and romantic, then I’ll take it 😉




the disney princess diaries

This looks alot like some of my own family photos.

Imagine life as a freakin’ Disney Princess. *GASP* I know, right? It sounds wonderful! Lovely hair, prettyful dresses, the gift of breaking into song every two and a half minutes! They seem to have it all. I always wondered what their diary entries would look like. What’s that you say? YOU have also, infact, wondered that too! *GASP* Well, lucky you!


Hello again., dearest diary. Today I found the love of my life! He’s perfect, what every girl dreams of. Sure, I have yet to talk or meet him but I think I have a plan. There’s this lady that really wants to help me. She seems rather anxious for me to have her help me. Says she wants my voice.  And if I give her that one little thing, then I get to have even MORE limbs! Ones that dangle from my hips. They sound like so much fun. She said that if I do this, then I’ll get to go on land, meet my love, and live happily ever after.

Sounds legit.

I can’t wait to be apart of his world. What’s the worst that could happen?

(Not to self: Remember to look up the word “Hoarder”. Not sure why the girls keep using it around me.)


Ugh. Another day in this huge castle, listening to  this huge hairy guy go on and on about how awesome his library is. Who even gives a care? It was nice and all, but I can’t go anywhere without him breathing (heavily, I may add) down my neck. I keep telling myself, just a little while longer until this ridiculous curse is over & I can leave. He better let me leave eventually. It’ll be so awkward if I have to put him in his place in front of the candle stick. And WOW. The objects in this place need to be a little more considerate at night. They are always throwing dinner parties and breaking into song! It’s become quite absurd. Oh great, time for another meal with the beast. It’s always fun to watch someone eat soup like a rabid dog. /sigh.


Well, it’s been three months since the wedding to the street rat… I mean, Aladdin. (Wow, I have GOT to stop doing that.) Things seem to be going well, for the most part. I just wish he would stop complaining about Genie! “Why wouldn’t he let me wish for more wishes? WHY? I know he could have. He just wouldn’t!” That’s all I ever hear. And what happened to all of those romantic carpet rides I was promised before he put a ring on it? He took me like twice and that was it. And now I have to go and pretend to enjoy the puppet show him and that monkey have been rehearsing all day. Hmm, I wonder how Jafar is doing…

Snow White

Oh journal, I’ve had SUCH a glorious day! Oh me, oh my. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and I know my special someone is out there just waiting for me somewhere. Oh, life is good. And the little men have allowed me to re-do their laundry today. Apparently I didn’t do it proper the first time around. No worries though, it’s what I do! The one with the bad temper told me I may need cooking lessons. Hmm, maybe he should try cooking for 7 picky and annoying little eaters and see how HE does. Ok, time for my meditation and daily rye & coke. In with the positive, out with the negative!


Oh my gosh! I like can’t believe I lost my flippin’ shoe! So, I go to the ball tonight. (Thank you fairy godmother! I owe you one, big time. You’re like the most amazing lady evah.) So I’m at the ball, totally dancing the night away with all the cute guys, when I must have lost track of time and BAM! It’s already almost midnight! And then, being the total clutz that I am, I go running down the stairs and TOTALLY lose my shoe! Ah, how embarrassing. I’ll never live this down. The fam is going to have a flippin’ field day with this when they find out. I just hope I get invited back to the palace, it was like so totally badass and awesome.


So, yeaaa. I just woke up to some guy making out with me. Awkward!

I wish I were in this group shot.

(Before you’re all, “was she just making fun of them?”… Yes. Yes I was. But in a most loving way. I heart these ladies (well, girls) very much. Ariel is my hero. So I say this all with a light heart.)

Peace, love & sarcasm,