Since the cat is out of the bag that I'm engaged, and all over facebook I guess I can now share our story:
Brian and I met April of 2011 at a mutual friend's birthday party. While neither of us paid much attention to the other - beyond recognizing the other to be good looking, we knew we wanted to meet again. It wasn't until about a month later when I moved into a new apartment with our common friend that as a result of an unreal backache and an intramural soccer game for my roommate that we were able to reconnect. She's told him weeks prior that I'd been sleeping weird and had a super tight back and one of his shoulder rubs might help. He agreed and after we chatted through the game I was more than okay with it.
The game ended and Brian and I met up again at my apartment. We talked for hours that night, then when BYU curfew rolled around (at midnight) he left. He didn't ask for my number so I thought he wasn't really interested and that we'd just be friends.
That weekend my older brother and his wife were blessing their second son out of state, so I left with my family to spend the weekend with them and celebrate their new little boy. While I was gone Brian got my number from our friend and called to see if I would be interested in making dinner with him. I told him I'd love to, but wasn't home. (I don't remember working out the details then, but I guess we did eventually cause we're now engaged!) Sometime between then and the following Monday we decided to go out. We had a good time that night; went to dinner at at Mexican/Salvadorian restaurant and watched a movie (who knows what it was...) and sat on his front porch swing chatting. We were enjoying what was left of the evening and he put his arm around me. I wasn't sure if he was just resting him arm on the swing back or if it was really around me... so I down played it and didn't lean into him. Oh well...
The next day we went out again. I'm not really sure what we did, because it wasn't near as eventful as what happened as we were heading back to my apartment to say good night. As he was walking me home he held my hand and I was ecstatic! Shortly after he kissed me goodnight and from that day on we've seen each other everyday. It's now been a wonderful three months full of bliss.
After we'd been dating about a month and a half-ish Brian said he'd been talking to him mom and she asked about him bringing me home (to Alaska) in August (after summer semester ended). After some some personal deliberation he suggested the idea to me... very nervously, mind you. I could see how nervous he was, so I asked him to give me some time to think about it and not to stress about it too much now. As the week progressed our relationship continued to grow. It was then that I knew I wanted to accompany him to see where he'd grown up and meet his parents.
The following weeks were just as wonderful as the weeks prior. We checked out flights and booked a week long trip for me to meet him up in AK. The anticipation grew and so did our feelings for each other. By the time the semester ended and I was driving Brian and on of his roommates (also from Alaska) to the airport, I realized I really did not want to say good-bye. While I didn't cry as I dropped him off or until we met up again, the days until I would meet him there were nearly torture.
Finally the day of my departure had arrived and we were both beyond ready to be together again. I climbed onto my flight calm and collected - and just in time for boarding. (Phew!) I had a layover in Spokane and another in Seattle and after missing one of my flights (not my fault!) I finally arrived at the airport in Fairbanks. I called Brian when we touched down and I was so excited to see him that it didn't dawn on me how tired I really was. We met curbside and I really can't describe how good it felt to physically be with him again. Hellos are always wonderful after an absence. :)
Before going back to his folks house we drove up to a lookout point and saw the city at night. It was incredible. You could see all of Fairbanks, the University, the military base and some of North Pole (or at least the direction it was headed in). We didn't stay long as both of us were tired and ready for bed. Everyone was asleep when we got in, so I grabbed the things I needed to get ready for bed and was quick about it. I slept sooooo good that night.
The week was absolute bliss. We went our to North Pole (which is south of Fairbanks... funny huh?), the knotty shop, got ice cream, met loads of people (well, I did), saw a major hub for the bird migration path (Cramer's Field) - which is where Brian did his Eagle project, went to the farmers market, went camping just outside of Denali National Parked and did a few day hikes inside, attended church, played games, went to Chena Hot Springs and the botanical gardens at UAF. It was a pretty busy week - but so great!
It was Sunday night that Brian and I talked about getting married. It was totally unplanned for both of us. While getting married is what both of us wanted I needed some more time to make sure it was right for me. Brian told me to take my time and that he was in no rush. (Much appreciated.) By the next morning I was sure - actually before I ever closed my eyes to fall asleep I was sure. It was as if someone was saying, "Brittney you already know - you've done your homework, but thanks for asking anyway."
That was really the only day I didn't sleep in (that and the day I left... sorta). Not because I didn't want to, but because I could not sleep! I finally decided to not fight it anymore, poked my head out my door to see if his was still shut. I don't think it was, but didn't really register to me. Shortly after I made my way downstairs and found him watching a movie and playing on his laptop. I sat down and snuggled up next to him. We talked about how we slept and had a bit of small talk. I couldn't wait any longer, so without any other preface I looked right at him and said, "yes." He checked for confirmation and I was pleased to provide it. We decided to not tell anyone else yet, so for the day it was our secret. When we were alone (which wasn't much because we'd gone to Chena Hot Springs with his parents) we started making wedding plans and continued making them that night while I was packing to come home after we told his folk our good news.
We're getting married November 23, 2011 in the LDS Mount Timpanogos temple. Our reception will be the day prior, November 22. Please check our facebook group to ensue we get your address. We couldn't be more excited to start this new chapter of life together!
Just because pictures make everything more enjoyable. Here's a few of us... enjoying the others company.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
BEST NEWS EVER!!
Well, for those of you not on facebook or family members who didn't get phone calls/texts... I'm engaged! His name is Brian Olsen and we'll be married on November 23, 2011 in the LDS Mount Timpanogos Temple. More details are to come about how we met and the proposal and such, but for now you and I can relish in the fact that I'll be Mrs. Brittney Olsen. WAHOO!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Updates
Well, I guess it's been kind of a while since I've posted anything on this blog of mine... Oops! I guess July... and August for that matter, was just a busy month. I can hardly believe they've both come and nearly gone!!
Let's see... what happened this month + a few weeks?
My brother, his wife and their growing family came home for a visit at the beginning of July. It was so much fun to have everyone close again. While they were here we went to the 4th of July parade in Provo, had a family dinner (everyone was there - minus my missionary brother who is still serving a mission for our church in Mexico), and just kind hung out. I love it when our family is so close in proximity. So much fun! The grandkids love being together and I love playing with them. It's a toss up who loves it more, the kids, me, or Grandma & Grandpa.
My family (well, what's left of them at home, so parents and youngest brother) went camping with my dad's family mid-July. I was supposed to meet up with everyone for the weekend when my engine decided it was time to seize... 4 miles outside of Scipio (for those of you out-of-towners this is just about an hour south of my parent's house. Translation: barf!). So I called my boyfriend, Brian to come to my rescue. Since then I've been driving mom and dad's car until my new engine can be installed (hopefully this week! Thanks mom and dad).
I'm going to Alaska in approximately... actually nearly exactly six days... to the hour. I take off on August 16th at 3:15 (or something) to meet up with Brian who will have already been home for a few days. I'm so excited to get some time with him away from school and work. Ahh! A vacation will be the greatest! It's been much needed for both of us.
I can hardly believe how fast this summer went! I swear I just moved into my new place in Provo and now it's already time to move out again. I was thinking back to my grade school days when the summer used to drag on and on. I remember being excited for school to start up again because then I had something to do again. I guess all the many hours running through the sprinklers, building forts in the irrigation ditches, nursing injured grasshoppers, and putting loads of miles on my ten speed wasn't enough excitement for me. I guess I've always been a fan of school... even as a college graduate.
That said, I've been thinking a lot about school recently; particularly because I know I'm not going back quite yet. It's such a strange thought. I've been a student for a solid 19 years. Well, minus most summers. I'm not sure how I'll handle that, especially if I'm still working part time. Ahh! I just might go crazy.
I guess in a nut shell, that's what I've been up to. Stay posted, I'm sure I'll have about a million pictures of beautiful Fairbanks, AK in about two weeks.
Until then. Keep your stick on the ice.
BK
PS. I was once told that post without pictures are boring... so here's a classic of Brian and me at my ward's Sadie Hawkins dance. :) Enjoy!
Let's see... what happened this month + a few weeks?
My brother, his wife and their growing family came home for a visit at the beginning of July. It was so much fun to have everyone close again. While they were here we went to the 4th of July parade in Provo, had a family dinner (everyone was there - minus my missionary brother who is still serving a mission for our church in Mexico), and just kind hung out. I love it when our family is so close in proximity. So much fun! The grandkids love being together and I love playing with them. It's a toss up who loves it more, the kids, me, or Grandma & Grandpa.
My family (well, what's left of them at home, so parents and youngest brother) went camping with my dad's family mid-July. I was supposed to meet up with everyone for the weekend when my engine decided it was time to seize... 4 miles outside of Scipio (for those of you out-of-towners this is just about an hour south of my parent's house. Translation: barf!). So I called my boyfriend, Brian to come to my rescue. Since then I've been driving mom and dad's car until my new engine can be installed (hopefully this week! Thanks mom and dad).
I'm going to Alaska in approximately... actually nearly exactly six days... to the hour. I take off on August 16th at 3:15 (or something) to meet up with Brian who will have already been home for a few days. I'm so excited to get some time with him away from school and work. Ahh! A vacation will be the greatest! It's been much needed for both of us.
I can hardly believe how fast this summer went! I swear I just moved into my new place in Provo and now it's already time to move out again. I was thinking back to my grade school days when the summer used to drag on and on. I remember being excited for school to start up again because then I had something to do again. I guess all the many hours running through the sprinklers, building forts in the irrigation ditches, nursing injured grasshoppers, and putting loads of miles on my ten speed wasn't enough excitement for me. I guess I've always been a fan of school... even as a college graduate.
That said, I've been thinking a lot about school recently; particularly because I know I'm not going back quite yet. It's such a strange thought. I've been a student for a solid 19 years. Well, minus most summers. I'm not sure how I'll handle that, especially if I'm still working part time. Ahh! I just might go crazy.
I guess in a nut shell, that's what I've been up to. Stay posted, I'm sure I'll have about a million pictures of beautiful Fairbanks, AK in about two weeks.
Until then. Keep your stick on the ice.
BK
PS. I was once told that post without pictures are boring... so here's a classic of Brian and me at my ward's Sadie Hawkins dance. :) Enjoy!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Travel Bug
Well I guess it's that time of year again.... I've got the travel bug. Which means that I'll start checking flights to all kinds of realistic and unrealistic places. I'll then crave dealing with airport security and the butterflies I get from take-off.
Some of my hopeful to-go's are as follows (but not really in any particular order):
So, until I have travel updates or other exciting news...
BK
Some of my hopeful to-go's are as follows (but not really in any particular order):
- Washington DC (a bucket list item for the last... 3 years?)
- Hawaii
- Mexico
- Alaska
- Paris, France
- Costa Rica
So, until I have travel updates or other exciting news...
BK
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Reflections from June 2010
It dawned on me the other day, that approximately one year ago I was in Mexico. I was living amongst a people whom I'd never met, in a culture that was so differently from mine, but whom I loved instantly. It was an unreal experience that I wouldn't trade for the world. The feelings I had, the people I learned from and the gratitude I experienced is something that still affects my daily life. I don't know that I'll ever be so grateful to stand in a shower without shoes on or drink straight from the tap, or have access to free public restrooms. (Yup. There are people who are grateful for them.)
Here is a walk down memory lane of my Mexican Adventures from June of 2010:
The reality is, I've been given so much... we've all been given so much. The odds are that you're reading this post on a laptop - not in an internet cafe, which means you have significantly more than the majority of the people in the world and all of the people I worked with in Mexico. For that you have reason to be grateful.
Remember your blessings please. Thank God that you've been given so much. Look for ways to bless the lives of those around you, because you don't have to leave the country to make a difference. My experience allowed me to go elsewhere to love and serve and being among these children and their humble circumstances reminded me over and over that there is a God in Heaven. He loves his children (whom we all are) and He wants us to come back to Him. As I watched drunken men come stumbling into the school yard (which is essentially the city center) it became abundantly more clear to me that true happiness is found through the entirety of his Gospel. I hope that someday when I meet my Heavenly Father again that I can account for the time I've been given with joy as I am able to see what I allowed him to make of me and my abilities to love and serve.
Do your best to make a difference for the better and do what you know to be right. :)
This is Brittish Knees signing out.
Here is a walk down memory lane of my Mexican Adventures from June of 2010:
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| First day in the village of Bautisa Grande. They had an incredible cultural show prepared for us. The children were amazing and touched me right from the start. |
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| Ooh! We got to go around and meet them all... well, rather we let them touch our hands and we took pictures. They were absolutely adorable! |
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| My ninas. |
| Butterfly and animal puppets |
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| Cute kids at the school |
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| San Cristobal. This is a view of the city where we lived. |
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| A church in San Cristobal as we walked the markets our last Sunday in Mexico. |
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| Me and Shmance |
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| More of the beautiful city, San Cristobal. |
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| Ah! We all fell in love with the kids in the village. :) |
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| One of the projects we worked on was a mural that was inspired by the children. This is the finished, sealed product. I'm excited to see pics of it in this years trip down there. |
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| This is the school yard. Those buildings in the background are the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th grade classrooms. |
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| More adorable children. |
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| This little guy was a hoot. He was doing cartwheels and all sorts of other tricks for me. As I'd take pictures he'd want to see them all. It was priceless. |
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| More of the school. This is more typical of what the yard looked like - even during school. |
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| Our dorms. |
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| Nancy on a... llama? |
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| THIS is where we washed out laundry. I will never, ever whine about doing laundry. The water was COLD and I hate starchy butt jeans. |
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| Playing at the playground at La Albarata (the name of the school where we stayed). |
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| Walking to the banos to take pictures showing how short the showers were here. |
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| Yumm! There are the sinks where we spat when brushing teeth and washed hands. |
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| THESE are the lovely, state of the art showers we used. |
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| Okay, seriously... Nancy is the only one on her tippy toes. |
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| Our room. I think it had like 9 bunk beds. It was a little like glorified girls camp here. |
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| Merritt's and my Chaco tan lines. |
| Adorable children! |
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| We loved to play games with them. I think the favorites were Duck, Duck, Goose (pato, pato, gillina) and Ring Around the Rosie. |
The reality is, I've been given so much... we've all been given so much. The odds are that you're reading this post on a laptop - not in an internet cafe, which means you have significantly more than the majority of the people in the world and all of the people I worked with in Mexico. For that you have reason to be grateful.
Remember your blessings please. Thank God that you've been given so much. Look for ways to bless the lives of those around you, because you don't have to leave the country to make a difference. My experience allowed me to go elsewhere to love and serve and being among these children and their humble circumstances reminded me over and over that there is a God in Heaven. He loves his children (whom we all are) and He wants us to come back to Him. As I watched drunken men come stumbling into the school yard (which is essentially the city center) it became abundantly more clear to me that true happiness is found through the entirety of his Gospel. I hope that someday when I meet my Heavenly Father again that I can account for the time I've been given with joy as I am able to see what I allowed him to make of me and my abilities to love and serve.
Do your best to make a difference for the better and do what you know to be right. :)
This is Brittish Knees signing out.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Humor, irony... whatever. I call it life.
After my last post I didn't think I'd have anything funny to post for a while (a bit of a let down), then I went country dancing...
A few days ago (well... it was Wednesday, so two days ago) I went country dancing with some friends. Country dancing is a funny thing; whether or not you dance seems to be feast or famine. For whatever reason Wednesday was a feast. I'd not danced with more than 4-5 guys when a young man asked me to dance and during the process of spinning me forgot to bring his elbow back in and my forehead met it... hard. While the impact was hard, I was mostly just taken back and was able to laugh it off. Thus for a good two days I had the remainings of a goose egg in the middle of my forehead.
When I got home, I wasn't so sure I was going to be able to sleep because of the headache (which had echoed down into my bone just below my right eye) I could feel developing. So... I called up a friend who was still awake and we made a late night Macey's run for pain killers and a few groceries. (Pain killers for me and groceries for him and his roommate.)
Oh... in case you're wondering. I'm fine. No bruise, concussion, or even amnesia. All in all, it was a good night.
Moral of the story: forget keeping your eye on the ball... watch out for elbows.
A few days ago (well... it was Wednesday, so two days ago) I went country dancing with some friends. Country dancing is a funny thing; whether or not you dance seems to be feast or famine. For whatever reason Wednesday was a feast. I'd not danced with more than 4-5 guys when a young man asked me to dance and during the process of spinning me forgot to bring his elbow back in and my forehead met it... hard. While the impact was hard, I was mostly just taken back and was able to laugh it off. Thus for a good two days I had the remainings of a goose egg in the middle of my forehead.
When I got home, I wasn't so sure I was going to be able to sleep because of the headache (which had echoed down into my bone just below my right eye) I could feel developing. So... I called up a friend who was still awake and we made a late night Macey's run for pain killers and a few groceries. (Pain killers for me and groceries for him and his roommate.)
Oh... in case you're wondering. I'm fine. No bruise, concussion, or even amnesia. All in all, it was a good night.
Moral of the story: forget keeping your eye on the ball... watch out for elbows.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Humor in the Morning
"Brittney... Brittney... You're date is at the door. He's ready and everything!"
This is how my roommate woke me up this morning. This week I was set up on two dates, both for today. It never really occurred to me to check the AM/PM part of the time... (first mistake). Thus when 8:30 this morning came and my date came-a-knocking, I was still in bed.
It played out something like this:
*Knock, knock, knock*
"Is Brittney here?"
"Yes, let me go get her."
"Brittney... Brittney.... You're date is here. He's ready and everything!"
I halfway hear her my wonderful roommate and am terribly confused as to why my date is here at the wrong time then I realize... dun dun dun!:
I threw my covers off, started digging through my laundry basket of clean clothes and frantically said, "Tell him to give me five minutes!"
I more or less jumped out of my pjs and into jeans and a top, snatched some shoes, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, threw on a little eye liner and powder, and even sported the specks rather than contacts.Approximately 3 minutes later, guess who was ready? Oh me.
It's probably a good thing this wasn't a first encounter for my date and I. We've been friends for a few weeks now, and from what he was forgiving. We gallivanted off to breakfast and had a great time laughing about the whole thing.
Moral of the story: Hilarious things happen in the mornings in our apartment.
This is how my roommate woke me up this morning. This week I was set up on two dates, both for today. It never really occurred to me to check the AM/PM part of the time... (first mistake). Thus when 8:30 this morning came and my date came-a-knocking, I was still in bed.
It played out something like this:
*Knock, knock, knock*
"Is Brittney here?"
"Yes, let me go get her."
"Brittney... Brittney.... You're date is here. He's ready and everything!"
I halfway hear her my wonderful roommate and am terribly confused as to why my date is here at the wrong time then I realize... dun dun dun!:
I READ THE DATE BOX EMAIL WRONG!!!
I threw my covers off, started digging through my laundry basket of clean clothes and frantically said, "Tell him to give me five minutes!"
I more or less jumped out of my pjs and into jeans and a top, snatched some shoes, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, threw on a little eye liner and powder, and even sported the specks rather than contacts.Approximately 3 minutes later, guess who was ready? Oh me.
It's probably a good thing this wasn't a first encounter for my date and I. We've been friends for a few weeks now, and from what he was forgiving. We gallivanted off to breakfast and had a great time laughing about the whole thing.
Moral of the story: Hilarious things happen in the mornings in our apartment.
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