That time I got proposed to in EPCOT

We’re getting married!

Again!

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If you know our marriage story then you know that we didn’t have a wedding. I wasn’t proposed to, it was more of a decision to get married. We had just bought the house and we were talking about how we wanted to get married and we just decided to do it. We eloped in August and didn’t tell anyone until Christmas. In hindsight, maybe waiting to tell everyone was a terrible decision. No one was really happy for us and the disappointment was weighing on me.

We were happy about our decision but our families made (and still make) it hard on us. To constantly have thrown at me that I excluded them from what’s supposed to be the happiest day of my life made me unhappy. How could we be excited about being married when the people closest to us made us rethink our decision?

Realistically, We wouldn’t have been able to have the wedding we wanted or deserved because WE JUST BOUGHT A HOUSE and its taken over a year to finally recover financially. Neither of us come from families who can help out with paying for a wedding so it would have been all on us to make our dreams come true.

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We had thrown around the idea of throwing a party but it didn’t seem right. We didn’t want a backyard party because our yard and house aren’t exactly ready for a wedding and there are other things that take precedent over landscaping. So we waited and waited and things came up and the party was pushed to the back burner and we just kept living our lives.

Fast forward to present day. We wanted to use our Disney annual passes before they expire so we planned a quick weekend trip to EPCOT for the Food and Wine Festival. It was just Edward and I taking on all the snacks and mimosas we could while the sun blazed down on us making all of our drinking strategies moot. We took refuge from the sun on the Frozen ride. ( I love Frozen, I love Elsa, and can identify with the snow queen on many many levels. Do not hate on me.) The ride was great and may have made me tear up a little because *emotions*.

We exited the ride through the gift shop and made our way outside. There was a waterfall and I was feeling extra cute in my Minnie Mouse Disney bounding outfit. It was picture time. I’m slowly trying to groom Edward into being an Instagram husband and this was the perfect opportunity. I took my place in front of the waterfall and struck a few poses then it was time to move on.
I went to pick up my bag from the planter I left it on and when I turn around my dear sweet Edward is down on one knee. Me being the ruiner of all the good things looks at him and says “Why are you on the ground? Get up”.
(I really am the worst person.)
Then I saw the ring. Then Edward stood up and told me to act natural because people were looking at us and he didn’t want to cause a scene. I’m sure his anxiety had been at about 100 all day long before this and it was just going to get worse if a crowd formed.
All I could do was laugh. Laugh and hug him and kiss him.

My husband had asked me to marry him again. To do it all over the way we deserved. He wants me to look like a cupcake and walk down an aisle and share our special day with our families.

So that’s what we’re going to do!

But, we’re doing it our own way.

We, like most people have debt and we don’t want to add to the pile of student loans and credit cards. We want our dream wedding but don’t want to spend a fortune. So we’re getting married on a boat! A very very big boat. Cruise lines have great packages for weddings and what better way to celebrate our love than with a trip. We love to travel and now we get to share our special day with the people who love us most. Invitations will be going out in the next few weeks and you’ll be able to find all of our cruise information on our wedding website. From there you should be able to book your trip and keep track of the excursions we’ll be doing on the islands.

We are so excited for the year to come and can’t wait for our big day.

The real reason we went to Tennessee

Howdy y’all

One 13 hour car ride and a couple of scary drives up and down a mountain later, my husband tells me why he planned this trip to Tennessee. It was for breakfast.

Breakfast!

On my list of favorite meals of the day, breakfast has to be my least favorite. I’m allergic to egg whites so they’ve always made my stomach hurt after indulging in a delicious eggs Benedict or gooey egg sandwich and what’s breakfast without eggs.

The trip was actually to eat at one particular restaurant, Crockett’s Breakfast Camp

One restaurant… 13 hour drive… cabin in the middle of nowhere with no cell signal or wi-fi… well water showers… this place had better be the best breakfast I had ever eaten in my life.

They had all your usual breakfast items, bacon, omelets, waffles, Oj. Nothing seemed too extraordinary. I ordered the country fried steak which came with hash browns, two eggs over easy, grits, a biscuit with gravy, and an Aretha Frankenstein pancake. Whatever that was.

My meal came to the table shortly in a cast iron pan. It looked and smelled amazing and I was ready to dig in. Then came the pancake. I wasn’t really sure if the item I was ogling was actually a pancake because it looked more like the texture of a regular slice. It was fluffy but grainy. Not at all like a traditional pancake should have been. I happily ate my skillet of deliciousness, not yet embarking on my pancake endeavor. Then I was ready. I like more savory than sweet meals so I was expecting to have just one bite of this pancake and move on.

NOPEĀ 

Every idea I had of what a pancake should be was thrown out the window (and rolled down the mountain we were on). It was like cornbread and a pancake had a baby and it was this heavenly, thick, savory-sweet, dessert that was deserving of all the awards that a breakfast item can get.

It was like I had been deprived my whole life of what a real breakfast could be like and now here I was, sitting on top of a mountain eating a pancake. Two things I never thought would happen at the same time. This was by far my favorite part of the trip. Is that ok? I think so.

Stay hungry my friends

Meet me on the Meowntain

Hello there! Its me, your favorite cat person!

This past weekend we were in Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg Tennessee exploring mountains and being outdoorsy. When I say being outdoorsy I don’t mean drinking moon shine outside on a porch swing, although that did happen.

Let me tell you, driving a Camry up a mountain was just a little terrifying. We stayed in a cute little cabin in the middle on nowhere on the side of a mountain. Literally on the SIDE of a mountain. Like if I jumped off the balcony I would fall several dozen feet before hitting the bottom.

It was nice for the weekend but I wouldn’t want to live there. The winding roads and driving up and down hills made me homesick (and carsick) for my very flat very straight roads of Miami. We do plan on going back when its warmer to do mountain biking and white water rafting. Zip lining in the cold was fun, until it wasn’t, and that’s going to be a post all by itself.

 

Stay adventurous my friends

 

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