my fancy was tickled...

by an evening at the park with mr. dtf. all we needed was a pizza and some little children to watch. call it creepy. see if i care. in other news, i have a flight home tomorrow that leaves at 7:35 a.m. hopefully i can accomplish such a feat without slitting my wrists. wish me luck!

love,
mrs. dtf

beauty and the beast

beauty: what i could be if i kept up on my semi-diet and worked out a tad.

beast: what i will be as a result of this weekend's festivities. i am going home for the weekend for bridal shower number two and in addition to said shower i will be going to a cake tasting and planning the menu for our reception. fat. add that to the inevitable late night trip to in n out and i'll probably have to look into having my dressmaker let out my dress. that's normal. and fine. and natural. right?

love,

mrs. dtf

also, please do not ask me what i did tonight. i'm ashamed.

my pseudo child

this is kiera. i nanny her monday through friday 9-5 along with her older brother and two other kids. her mom thinks she looks like she could be mine and quite honestly, at times, i wish she was. this is one of those said times.

i was going to say "ravish" in the cuteness, but if you follow that link i'm sure you'll prefer if i say enjoy the cuteness. or you can just trust me. either way.

love,
mrs. dtf

apparently i'm a dirty girl...

because apparently i need two showers. or rather i am incredibly lucky and two people have offered to throw me a bridal shower. the first was this past saturday. mr. dtf's aunt m threw a lovely shower for me and the most fantastic part of it all was that my grandma and sister-in-law were in town to join in on the fun.

let me just touch on some of the amazing that happened saturday.

i think i gained five pounds.

also, my roommate seemed to think it a "life-changing" experience of sorts.

these little gems are my roommates/bridesmaids.

please note the amazing gifts including

 cuisinart pots and pans from the in-laws.

please also note my dear friend's eyes... love you! :)

then comes the best.

some friends spending quality time with grandma f.

highlight of the evening.

though hearing the reasons mr. dtf fell in love with me was okay i guess.

thanks aunt m!

more to come next week about shower numero dos. i'm a lucky lucky lady.

love,

mrs. dtf

itty bitty baby details

planning a wedding is a magical thing to anyone who has never done it. that being said i'd like to share the actually quite wonderful vendors and such that mr. dtf and i have decided to use for all things wedding.

it started with the ring.

we went to all the chains and mall jewelers, 

but none compared to fadel's.

their selection and their service was 

remarkably superior to all the rest.

then came our incredible photographer.

this one was easy.

these pictures actually aren't our engagements.

my friend ethan is a super talented photographer and he asked

us to do a couples shoot for him. i've modeled for him twice before 

so of course i said yes to a shoot with my man.

the results seen above ^^^ made ethan 

our clear choice for wedding photography

 and our engagements came shortly after this was taken.

then the big one. the dress.

sorry, but no pictures for you!

this is my only secret from mr. dtf.

i will however let you know that although the building was a seeming run down hole-in-the-wall type of place, like many others of its kind it was a gem. the workers were lovely, professional, and so helpful. my perfect dress was the very first dress i tried on there (after countless others elsewhere) and it wasn't even one i picked! it had just come in and they were hoping for someone to come in and try it on so they could see it. and voila, it was the perfect fit. i knew it was my dress when i walked out and my mom started tearing up. my dad even got a tad emotional when he came to see the following day. 

then comes the venue.

it's called scott's garden...

 and it is designed around a four hundred year old oak tree.

it is the perfect outdoorsy indoor location for my august wedding.

now we just need...

the invitations.

the cake.

and uh, about a million other details that i won't bore you with. enjoy.

love,

mrs. dtf

register, shmegister

the past two days have been devoted to hours of registering for the wedding. who knew there were so many items to disagree over? if you've been desperately hoping for a subtle hint at where we're registered here's a less-than-subtle answer:

just click here.

love,
mrs. dtf

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times

the best:

the worst:
one of the fourteen side diamonds on my engagement ring is missing. feel free to join my pity party.

love,
mrs. dtf

(sidenote: mr. dtf is being incredibly sweet and comforting as i mourn this loss.)

shoutout

my favorite kittens linked me in their blog. if that's why you're here, let me make this really awesome by directing you full circle and giving you this to click on. they're classy, they're sassy, and they're all mine for forty-eight more days.

love,

mrs. dtf

a comedy show

this night started off as all nights should: surrounded by family and friends in a p.f. changs. honestly there a few things greater than lettuce wraps, mongolian beef, and making fun of each other.

the night hit a morbid turn when mr. dtf's dad got a call from his mom saying that his dad had told her he was dying. we immediately drove to their house to see them/possibly say goodbyes. the whole drive i kept thinking how awful it would be to watch my basically-grandpa die. i will interject here to inform you that basically-grandpa is alive and informed us before we left that he no longer plans on dying tonight or any time soon.

so... we finally get there and almost-aunt m (who is amazing and throwing me a bridal shower= i am marrying into the best family ever) is there with almost-grandpa and grandma. we're talking like nothing is wrong really and at one point almost-grandpa says to me and mr. dtf, "you two are making me so happy,"* to which almost-grandma replies, "okay goodbye!" 

clearly there was a lot of concern from from this comedic gem of a lady. i told mr. dtf if he ever faked me out about dying i'd say the same to him. i think they call that love. also, in case you were wondering the jokes went uphill from there. 

*sidenote: last time we visited almost-grandpa and grandma mr. dtf and i were still just dating and right as we were heading out the door almost-grandpa told mr. dtf, "don't prolong the inevitable."

me likey the dtf fam. my basically fam.

love,

mrs. dtf

i'm a pansy

i don't know why this is becoming a sort of trend, but i have another confession. or rather, these are my confessions. if usher can say that, so can i. the confession of the day is my biggest fear: swings. i am wise to the fact that children and even babies can enjoy the swings, but i simply cannot.

this is what i see in my mind when i start swinging:
(feel free to fully put yourself into this story for a full effect and optimal empathy for me)
the swingset begins to rock back and forth.
the front base starts to lift off the ground.
swingset tippage ensues.

so i'm a pansy and my biggest fear is knocking over a swingset, so what?

in other news, mr. and mrs. dtf will be tying the knot in fifty days. mr. dtf is finishing up his last final right at this very moment and tonight we celebrate. i'm supposed to be planning the activities so if you have any ideas feel free to save me from this simple yet somehow impossible task. kthanks.

love,
mrs. dtf

a formulaic day of bliss

1. wake up at 7:30.
2. proceed to court house.
3. pay for a $90 ticket.*
4. pay another $60 for traffic school which may or may not be recognized by the state of california.
5. go straight to nannying from 9-5.
6. endure child A throwing a massive temper tantrum and child B threatening suicide upon receiving a timeout.
7. go shopping.**
8. have mr. dtf peel off your sunburn with tweezers.
9. slather on enough aloe to sufficiently cause severe stinging and mild cussing.
10. blog, then bed.

insert panda express for dinner so you don't OVER-pity me.
still, not exactly the makings of the best summer of my life.

*cops in utah clearly do not understand the california roll, or california stop. no cars=no ticket, right?
**shopping would have been better had i not received a belittling lecture on finance from mr. dtf afterward. especially seeing as i only spent $27 ($17 flats from F21, $10 top from pacsun) can someone tell him how good he has it?

love,
mrs. dtf

confession precedes introduction

i won't be mrs. dtf till august fifth, but it has a nice ring to it. so sue me. also, welcome.

love,
mrs. dtf