engagement...

Alright so I know you have heard by now...I am officially getting married!!! I could not be happier!!! Shaun is one of the best things...actually no, he IS the best thing that has ever happened to me! The other day we were just saying how crazy it is to know that we were meant to find each other. Then we started to wonder if we had ever crossed paths when we were younger, or even older, and just never given each other a second look. Then suddenly, everything changes and we find ourselves head over heels in love! It's crazy how this world works!!! Anyway, now to the proposal. We had been talking for weeks about getting married, so I knew it was going to happen. I knew he had bought a ring, it was just a matter of when he would ask. He had me TOTALLY convinced that he didn't pick it up on the 19th, the day it was ready, because they had "issues" with it. I was going to spend the weekend with him at his aunts while she was in Hawaii and he was dog sitting. He text me and asked if I would be up for going to the city on Saturday, Oct 23rd. I LOVE the city, and something about walking hand in hand with the love of your life just makes it even more amazing. Of course I jumped at the idea to spend the day in San Fran with Shaun. As we were riding on BART, he said something like, "sorry I don't have a ring to give you yet. It upsets me that they didn't have it ready". I told him that I had pretty much forgotten about it and that it was totally fine. He seemed shocked that I hadn't asked about it since I had been with him. Anyway, we went to see Jackass 3D (that is my FAVORITE part about our engagement story because it is TOTALLY us!) It got over close to 8 and we walked over to the cheesecake factory. It was almost a 2 hour wait so Shaun said we should go outside and go walk around Union Square. I was hesistant at first because it was raining. However, when we went outside, it stopped raining. So a walking we went and suddenly I found myself standing in the direct middle of Union Square. It was dark, and everything was lit up so pretty. He started to act a little weird/uncomfortable and I asked him what was wrong. He said he was just nervous. I was sooo confused! I thought he was nervous about dinner for some reason (good thing I have NO common sense) and he just chuckled and said, "no, I just have never done this before". Seriously?!? It's dinner!!! LMAO...anyway, next thing I know he says the best thing I have ever heard. "Stephanie, I liked getting to know you as a person, I have loved getting to know you as my girlfriend, and I can't wait to get to know you as my wife." And then BAM...out comes ...

THE RING!!! WHAT?!? I will admit, I was saying, "shut up" over and over again and hitting him because I was soooo stunned. I do believe it was a good few minutes when he nicely said, "umm babe, you haven't answered me" HA...oh yeah, about that...OF COURSE!!! Then we kissed, and I said, "would you be mad it I pulled out my phone right now". Thank goodness for his mind because he quickly said, "I think you should pull out your camera first". After a few phone calls, texts, and lots of hugs and kisses, we found ourselves back inside waiting for dinner. When I looked back out again, it had begun to rain once more. I like to think of the weather as this. My dad had the rain stop so this could happen--his way of showing that he approves--and then it began to rain again because he was sad that his little girl is growing up! Whether or not that's true, it what I think in my lovely little mind. So there you have it folks...one day next year I will be Stephanie Marie Lezer...and I can not wait for that day to come!!! :)

PICTURES...

I don't have anything to say other than enjoy the pictures! :)

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Life...

Life is funny sometimes. Just when you think you have overcome a challenge or a certain task, you learn that you haven't. This is one lesson I learned this past week. Last Sunday we got the phone call that my 93 year old grandma had passed away in her sleep around 3am. She was 93 and lived a very active life but she was so ready to be done living on earth and ready to be with my grandpa, who passed away almost 24 years ago. I didn't know my grandma very well, even though she lived an hour and a half away my entire life. She was very close to my family when I was younger but the last time I remember seeing her was when I was in 3rd grade. Grandma Moog (seriously isnt that the BEST last name ever?!? I am tempted to name one of my children Moog just for the sake of an awesome name...hahahahaha) was the last grandparent I had alive so knowing she has left this earth life was pretty hard. I think the hardest part was just when I thought I had overcome this crappy situation of death, it strikes my family again. I have had a very hard time this year with the passing of my dad and I go through stages where I am okay and I know he is gone, to being in complete denial. My mind plays these SHITTY games on me and tries to convince me he is just on a vacation and will be back soon when I know he won't be. Lately, anytime a slow song comes on, I have to turn it because I start to cry really hard. The past few weeks I couldn't look at ANY pictures that had anyone in my family in them because I would break down. Well, I thought I was getting better then Sunday came around and now, I am feeling as though I am back at square one..only I feel a tad guilty because I am not sad that about my grandma, I am still sad about my dad. During her funeral they sang I am a Child of God...my dads favorite song and the amazing musical number we had a lady in our ward sing at his service. I looked at my brothers and sisters at my grandmas funeral during this song and it broke my heart to see each of us with our heads down sobbing, tears flowing down our faces like water coming out of a faucet. Why? Why does a song make you go through so many emotions? I didn't know what to do--cry for myself and my loss, or suck it up and comfort my older brother and mom who have a hard time dealing with emotion? I wish I could say the services for grandma were lovely...but they weren't; in fact, they were rather ghetto. My aunt and her family showed up in freakn Hawaiian attire...seriously?!? The night before the services they were trying to put together the program still, they didn't do an obituary till the night before, the viewing was 15 minutes...LITERALLY, we didnt stand when the body came in or out, and they didn't ask ANYONE to be paul bearers until they were at the gravesight. Call me crazy but I thought it would be super nice and classy because that's how grandma was, and she knew she was going to be leaving earth soon. It made me appreciate everyone that helped out on dads so much more! Anyway, enough about that. I have other news to talk about...

*I signed my apartment papers--December 10th is moving day! (come help!!!)

* I got a 2nd job running an after school program

* Shaun and I are about to go on 4 months...yay for us

* I finally got a physical after years of dreading them and passed with flying colors

* I can wear a size Medium top...but the large is still more comfy for now! :)

* Size 14 jeans are beginning to be too big

* I joined a bootcamp evernight in Modesto...it kicks my trash!!!

* Went to Yosemite for the first time and HATED it

* Still trying to figure out what school to go to for my masters...I really need to focus on it

* Enjoyed my first HUGE paycheck from work...working full time has MAJOR pros

* pulled my groin muscle...hurt like a freakn B!!!

* went from blonde back to brunette...LOVE it (even though Shaun doesn't)

* In charge of classroom trick-or-treating for my lovely students

* Ran a daycare at a wedding for 11 kids...think I might consider doing it full time ;)