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What's the meaning behind a photo of toes, where the big toes have red nailpolish and the others are bare? This is the type of question I've been facing for the past week. The batch of images I'm keywording is driving me nuts. They're so plain and yet utterly conceptual and stupifying. I just can't wait to get through them! Give me some good 'ol office photos to do or even some beach scenes with skinny chicks is beautiful bathing suits. Anything but this!

I am what I keyword. Also, I am what I eat, and most recently, that was the last of my bag of Rainbow Twizzlers. Gotta love artificially and naturally fruit flavoured licorice (what ever happen to just plain jane black licorice?). Anyway, I ended up labelling the toe image as having to do with quirky, individuality (besides being just toes). (sigh).

actually future mrs. r

Oh so giddy happy! Haven't taken the time to write until now. But it's not because of lack of enthusiasm. Mainly, it's because I get sort of nauseous when I start thinking about it. But not in a bad way. No sir, it's definately a good thing. I am now actually the Future Mrs. R.

Oh, my head is so spinning! I knew it would happen, but now it's for real-FOR REAL! So many things to consider, but it's gonna be fun to plan the wedding. I hope I don't drive all my friends and family nuts. All those little girl dreams have to be considered. Oh I know, I sound like a diva already...

Saturday, Sept, 2nd

This is the sushi restaurant that we had dinner at in Hope, BC.
We discovered it three years ago on our first road trip together. Such good sushi!

And across the street from the restaurant is the hotel
Marcus made reservations at. Again, we had stayed there on a previous road trip,
except this time, Marcus got a room with a jacuzzi tub.
He also set up tea light candles and bouquets of flowers everywhere.
It was in this uber romantic setting that he proposed.

The morning after...
we had a huge breakfast at Rolly's and this time there was no woman
with a pet bird in her cleavage (don't ask).

And thus concludes a look at our engagement.
Oh, trust me, there was way more, but none I care to share with anyone except Marcus. Blush-blush.