Random fact #2: Sisters.

Growing up, I was very introverted, and at times I wished I was an only child.  It was just that there wasn’t always someone around, there were always FIVE someones around.  That’s right, MsSnowflake has five sisters.

(Note that this picture is very rare now that we are all growing up, getting jobs, married, etc.  I requested their presence and a picture of all of us when I came home for my birthday after being away at college).

When I mentioned this family fact to someone at my English major orientation at college, she responded with, “Oh, like Little Women?”

I shrugged and said, “No, more like Pride and Prejudice.”  From there, I started trying to think of each character that would be most appropriate for each sister (with myself as Elizabeth, of course), but only one or two really worked.

But life with my sisters has been exciting, to say the least.  In addition to sharing formal dresses, there have also been moments of crazy competition.

And we are forever in each other’s business.

But, despite all that, I love them, and now that they are rarely all around at the same time, I like ‘em much more than I did as a kid.


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Do you believe in magic?

Every proposal story is different, or at least I would hope so.  For as much of a hopeless romantic as I am, I also despise the cookie cutter-ness that romance has become.  Come Valentine’s Day every year, I can’t help but roll my eyes at every girl who gets your standard roses and chocolate then acts like her significant other is the most thoughtful person in the world.  (For the record, I’m not a huge fan of Valentine’s Day in general and only request the little Necco hearts with sayings on them every year, pretty much because that’s when they are available.)


So when FH (future husband) started talking to me about marriage and proposals and rings, I had to give a punch of reality before he tried to copy anything from a movie.  As far as rings went, he found a company that allowed you to design your own, sent me the link, and I designed our ring myself.  Is that strange?  I imagine I would have been content with whatever he picked out, but for something so personal I was very happy that he let me choose.

As far as proposals, aaaaaaahhhhh.  I cringe a little at even the thought of them now.  Believe me, I am someone who doesn’t mind attention (actress in high school, myspace, facebook, this blog) but the idea of a public proposal still gives me hives.  So that was the first thing I said: no big public proposals.  Don’t write something in the sky, don’t do it in a restaurant, don’t do it in front of my family, and don’t do it on Christmas.  As uncomfortable as any of those situations would be, it is also the practical side of me that pushes for a private proposal because, well…there’s always a chance a girl could say no.  Think about that guys (and ladies–as shiny or big as it is, you don’t have to say yes).  And the only thing I can imagine that is more painful that a rejected marriage proposal?  Having an audience for that rejection.  Do try to avoid that.So after discussing it and showing him the ring I wanted, there was waiting.  There were months of waiting.  I knew that he knew what I wanted and what ring size I was.  Heck, I even knew at one point that he had already bought the setting to the ring (but not the center stone).  So I waited.  And waited.  And that little punk still managed to surprise me.


Early June 2006.  We were in Disneyland with his family.  It’s hot, it’s crowded, and he knows that heat absolutely kills me.  So we take breaks from walking around, and we are drinking water almost as much as we are taking breaths.  Then, for probably the first time in our (then two and a half year) relationship, he claims he’s tired and feels a little sick.  He wants to sit down–and the nearest sitting area?  Right in front of the castle.  And I still had no idea.So we sit down.  I offer him a Cliff Bar, he’s turns it down but chugs some water.  Then he mentions that he got something for me, and it’s in his backpack.  Honestly, at that moment I thought it might be the ring.  I unzipped the backpack, and looked around for a ring box–but there was no ring box. Boo.  There was, however, a small white cardboard box that was sized perfectly for something miniature.  Since he knew I was a huge fan of miniature things, I figured he just saw something that he knew I would love and bought it for me.  I take the box out of the bag, open up the top part and look inside.  It was a bit dark in the box, even though it was nearly noon on that day, so I took the item out to get a better look.

What was in the box was a little crystal Mickey on a little circular mirror.  Now, I try to be very gracious with gifts, thanking whoever a few times while not admitting whether or not I hate it,  because I see nearly all gifts as thoughtful.  But as far as this one went, I felt the urge to tell him to take it back.  It was cute, of course, but Mickey was never my things as far as a Disney character I was particularly fond of.  Then I noticed there was something going on with Mickey; he had something wrapped around him.  It took me a few seconds to realize what it was, and I believe my first words were, “OOoooohhhhhhh.”

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From there he took the ring, put it on my finger, and started talking.  What he said, and what I can remember him saying, was personal and sweet and I said yes.  Now, over three years later, we will be getting married in October.  But that’s where the road to the wedding started, with his sweet proposal.
ringfinger(My favorite picture of the ring, edited and whatnot by my future husband himself.)

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Cheeseboard Pizza

Oh, Cheeseboard Pizza. If you are ever in Berkeley, you have to try it.
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Since I have always been a “Pepperoni and nothing else, please” girl as far as pizza is concerned,
I definitely hesitated with this all vegetarian pizza.
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They only serve one type of pizza a day, but it is almost always delicious. Here’s what they had the day I went.

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Since the seats inside fill up pretty fast, and the live music is pretty loud, a lot of people choose to eat outside.

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And many people actually sit out on the median and eat, right next to the sign that says not to be on the median.

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I didn’t get any good close-ups of the pizza I ordered…because I ate it pretty quickly. Yeah, I was hungry, but here are some pictures I found on flickr to give you an idea of what to expect.

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Enjoy the food porn.

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I heart libraries.

I don’t think there is anyone out there who hates libraries, but then again I am an English major so the very idea seems impossible to me.

I have always loved to read, in addition to my addiction to films and television shows.  A few years back, my family had just moved to a new city, and there were a few weeks where we, and whatever we had shoved in the car for the cross-country drive were in our new home; our boxes, however, including the ones filled with books and TVs, were not.  Amazingly, the public library was a three block walk straight down the street.  Walking there, sometimes more than once a day, kept me sane not only before the moving van arrived, but also those weeks before school started and the months I was still making friends.

You would think even now, between finishing college, planning a wedding (and subsequent marriage), and finding a job, I would be able to resist the temptation of a public library.

But guess where I have been going nonstop since coming back from spring break… 


…it would have been nice to say the gym, but it never hurts to exercise your brain, right?

Maybe at some point, I’ll put together something cool to show my library addiction.


Like that guy’s. (from his flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/daryldarko/2086690215/)

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Random fact #1

I sometimes measure myself through films and television shows. Please not misunderstand and assume that I think, “I will never be as strong/cool/successful as Scarlett O’Hara/Buffy/Carrie.”  No, no, no.  I hope I am not that transparent.


As a child, waiting for something, my mother told me that the wait was as long as an episode of Rugrats. While her genius parenting skills allowed me to understand time, it also transformed how I viewed time–a half hour was now an episode of Rugrats or Doug, two hours was the entire Snick line-up, and anything under three and a half hours was less than Titanic. Even years later, I do find myself subconsciously relating time doing something less entertaining (driving, working) to an amount of time I could spend watching a television show. (Of course, it can also come back to haunt me as I try to convince myself I don’t have time to exercise, then later realize that if I set aside just a little of my TV time to go to the gym…)

As the years have gone by, I have also find other ways to think of time. For example, I am as old as Dirty Dancing, Spaceballs, Adventures in Babysitting, and The Princess Bride.

Other ways to think about it? Popular was on while I was in jr high, preparing me for life in high school. Smallville has been on the entire time that I have been in high school and college, and now it seems that it will last longer than my academic career.

I figured this post would serve as a warning/insight into my thought process, in cause this blog seems a bit overridden with film and television references, it’s just who I am.

The end.

Of this post…not the blog 😉

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Not eloping.

Now that my fiancé and I have finally settled on our basic wedding plans, it’s amazing to look back at how far we have come.
At one point, I believe early in the game, I suggested just running off and eloping.

However, my fiancé vetoed this idea pretty quickly because he wanted his family at the ceremony. From there, I spent years (we got engaged on June 4th, 2006), jumping around ideas of what, when, how big, and how much. Luckily, we came to an agreement earlier this year of what we really wanted, and started making deposits.

Now come October, this crazy couple will have their personal, simple, intimate, almost destination style wedding.

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Introducing Ms Snowflake!

So you have stumbled onto this blog and imagine yourself in one of two categories–those who know me (friends, family, etc.) and those who don’t (“Who’s this beezy?”).

To all of you: Welcome. I plan on this being a place where I can write about my life, my wedding, and keep all the amazing things I have been finding online for years organized. If nothing else, check out the links that I have because those blogs rock a lot harder than mine.

As for me, I am a young woman on the verge of graduating college and getting married, leaving a very urban city and returning permanently to the suburbs of Northern California. But don’t worry, I’ll try to make it sound a heck of a lot more interesting than that.

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