sneaky peeky!

we're madly in love.
and we also love Brock J-R Kryton.
he's great.


A Plan.

The Lord knows what He's doing, doesn't He

He knows how to counteract a terrible day (see previous post..) with a fantastic one.

He knows how to turn Mondays into good days.

He knows when to give you the afternoon off so you can have a missionary-ish experience with a friend you never would have expected.

He knows when to relocate a roommate to give you your own personal space. 

He knows when to bring a letter to you, just when you need something uplifting.

He knows when you need a friend to come and chat.

He knows when to have that friend leave so you can talk about serious matters with your fiance.

He opens doors. He lets light shine in when and where it's needed. He delivers the Spirit. He calms nerves. 

He provides a way.


Wedding update:
Engagement pictures are done. I'll post some when I get them.
I bought a wedding dress. It's to die for.
I planned out my invitations today with my wonderful cousin Mandy.
122 days to go.



call me crazy.
call me weak or wimpy or wussy.
call me a crybaby.
call me unbelievable.

but every. single. time. i watch him walk away from me.
every. single. time. i hear that stupidly loud honda accord start up.
every. single. time. i see him drive down the street.

my heart breaks a little bit.
i sit down and bawl.

say i'm tender hearted.
say i should be stronger.
say i have it good, and that i shouldn't be upset.

anyway you put it.
i'm madly in love.

and i hate the fact that i have to face another week.
another exam.
another bus ride.
another lonely meal.

without him.

i'm having a really hard time with this whole separation thing. every monday i wish up and wish it was friday. every friday i wake up and realize that it is, indeed, friday, and that he's coming to see me. and every sunday i wake up and realize he's leaving today. it's an emotional rollercoaster. and i hate it. i hate feeling so alone. 

i'll be okay. i always am. but sunday nights are my worst.



Now we have mice in our house. In the heating ducts or whatever they're called.

Go ahead. Ask me how much I love my house.


I dare you.


House 9-1-1.


This means.

6 girls.
1 bathroom.
1 shower.
1 toilet.

Our landlord is telling us about his life of 
shoveling out feces.
Because that's the drain that's flooding.

Is this considered a toxic hazardous waste landfill?

Should I go purchase a gas mask?


Me thinks it's time to go home to my ma and pa.

Speaking of.

This weekend - this Thanksgiving weekend - will mark the first occasion that my family, in it's entirety, will be at our home in Raymond for the first time since June. Maybe even May. I can't remember that far back.
Can you say 

Plus, my daddy is turning the big 4-3. 





My baby, he don't talk sweet;
He ain't got much to say.
But he loves me, loves me, loves me.
I know that he loves me anyway.

My baby, he don't dress fine;
But I don't really mind.
'Cause every time he pulls me near,
I just wanna cheer!

My baby may not be rich
He's waching every dime
But he loves me loves me loves me
And we always have a real good time.

And maybe he sings off key
That's all right by me
But what he does, he does so well
Makes me wanna yell: 

Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my loving one man show
Let's hear it for the boy! 


it's so hard!!

i'm trying to study. i'm trying real hard to study. but i can't focus.

so sue me.

i'm getting married!!!

Is this real life?

It happened. I went from being Nicole Martin, girlfriend of Carter Peterson, to being Nicole Martin, fiancee of Carter Peterson. All my whining and crying and complaining finally paid off! I'm kidding, of course.

So yes. I am engaged.

And here's the story.

I only see Carter about once a week these days, because of the distance between Edmonton and Slave Lake, so he came down to see me this weekend. He had a seminar/conference/job fair thing to go to Saturday morning, so he was off on his adventure and I watched Conference. When he got back to my house we went to West Edmonton Mall and just wandered around. I noticed he was kind of antsy, but he had been all day, so I didn't say anything. We were gonna go see a movie, but he pointed out the fact that we only see each other once a week, and did we really want to waste that precious two hours in a stuffy theater? Point taken! We drove back to my house.

When we parked behind my house (per usual) I got all my stuff gathered up and started walking. It was cold and rainy, and I just wanted to get inside. But he called me back. And I, in my cranky way, said "C'mon! It's freezing!" and he said, "Come back!". And I said "No way!" and he said, "Nicole! Turn around!". So I did. And the moron was on the ground. And then he reached in his pocket. And pulled out a little purple box. And I thought I was going to pass out. I was on Cloud 9. Literally. Everything was a blur. And he said those four, perfect, short little words.

 "Will you marry me?"

Naturally, I threw myself around his neck. Ah. It still seems so surreal.

Oh, and of course, I said "YES!"

Our first "activity(?)" as an engaged couple? We first called our parents. His mom, his dad, my mom, my dad (who knew it was coming, obviously, and said "I'm very happy for you two!"), and both sets of my grandparents, his Mammy (grandma), and today we're calling his other grandparents.

Then we ordered pizza and watch Dumb and Dumber.

So there you have it. That's my engagement story. Simple, and to the point. No fuddy duddy romanticizing stuff. And I'm glad! Because that's not how Carter does it. If he had, it would not have been so special.

Here is the first look at my ring.

And the date? February 18, 2012, in the Cardston Alberta Temple.

Consider this your "Save The Date".