The Engagement Story

As I write this, I feel so distracted because every time I move my left hand a sparkle catches my eye and my train of thought is replaced with, "Oooohhhh.... Preeeetttyyyy..." After 3 days I am still getting used to the glittering rock that adorns my finger. I also have moments quite often where I randomly remember, "Oh! I am engaged!! I am getting Married!!!!!!" And then I huge dorky smile races across my face. Good thing I am too high on Cloud 9 to care what my face looks like. It helps that no one even notices because they're all too busy staring at my ring and asking me the story. And after retelling it a few hundred times already, I thought it would be a good idea to write it down and just refer people to my blog to read it. It'll at least save my vocal chords! So, without further ado, here is 'the story'...

Saturday was the Navy's birthday ball, and Josh hates Navy Ball. Every year he is in a bad mood due to the "mandatory fun" required of him. Ironic, because he doesn't have much fun at all. I, however, love Navy Ball. It is one of my favorite events all year. I love dressing up and going out for an evening all dolled up and feeling extraordinarily beautiful. But every year Josh's grumpiness brings my excitement down a few notches. So, Friday night he asked to take me out to breakfast to butter me up and store up brownie points for the following evening. When I told my roommates that, they snickered and told me that if he was going to take me out to breakfast at 8 o'clock in the morning, it better be freaking magical. I laughed but didn't think anything of it.

Well, I got a call waking me up the next morning from Josh, asking me to let him in. Confused, asking why he was at my door when I was supposed to pick him up in 30 minutes, I opened the door to find my handsome man holding a bouquet of roses that were beautiful, but imperfect just like our relationship (according to him). I was stunned by his effort and thought he must really be buttering me up! I changed out of my pj's and into nicer clothes and higher heels (per Josh's request), and we left for breakfast.

At breakfast I joked with him about how Morgan and Jackie said our breakfast ought to be magical, and to that he devoured his biscuits and gravy and exclaimed that his breakfast magically disappeared! We laughed and joked and had a good time. After breakfast Josh drove me up one of the local canyons to try and see the fall colors. The leaves had already fallen, but it was still beautiful. We stopped at the trailhead at the top of the canyon where many late-night conversations happened that eventually lead us to date over three years ago. We had never been there during the day and enjoyed the view of the mountains and the valley below. He lovingly asked me if we could do a devotion together. My heart fluttered at the rare opportunity to dig into God's Word together. We read over 1 Corinthians 13 to reflect on what love truly is and how to apply those principles into our relationship. Josh concluded that I am patient and kind and am not arrogant or rude and that he needs to be more like me. I laughed. We spent some time praying and then Josh suggested we should explore some one of the trails. I looked hesitantly down at my high heels, but agreed to explore. But I did so with the understanding that if our hike ruined the high heels he told me to wear, he would buy me a new pair of shoes. :)

I climbed the hill/mountain trail with surprising ease despite my footwear and nagging cough and cold. But the view from the top was worth it. It was beautiful. even though the leaves had already fallen, it was slightly cloudy and crisp, but quiet and serene. We were eye to eye with the nearby peaks, and it was stunning. He held me close against him and told me that it was so beautiful, but not as beautiful as me. I love when Josh is cheesy and romantic. The funny part was though that he said that exact phrase six times in a row! And when he repeatedly pushed me away and then pulled me close over and over, I knew something was up. I couldn't tell if he was nervous or just being funny. But before I could really think about that, he got down on one knee. My eyes immediately went wider than my sockets and I started freaking out. I kept saying, "SHUT UP! NO WAY!! OH MY GOSH!!! YOU'RE TOTALLY KIDDING ME!!!!" over and over and he couldn't get a word in edgewise. Needless to say I was shocked. I knew it was coming, but I had been given false information stating that it wouldn't happen till after Thanksgiving. So I was genuinely surprised. Once he was finally able to squeak out, "Amie, will you marry me?" I freaked out even more. "OH MY GOSH!!!! YOU'RE KIDDING ME!!!! SERIOUSLY???? I mean, YES!! Of course! YES!! YES!!!!" We kissed and savored that moment in each others' arms and admired the view sparkling from my finger as well as the scenery. It felt so surreal, like a dream you'd never want to wake up from. Afterwards he told me that he was nervous about what he would say. Haha. Little did he know that I wouldn't even give him a chance to say much of anything!

Now, having a few days to process, I still have my moments where I wonder if I'm dreaming because it seems unreal to be able to marry the man of my dreams. Josh and I are so perfect for each other. By no means are we perfect, but we compliment each other so uniquely that I can't imagine myself with anyone else. Following this story, many have also asked me if I'm prepared to be a Navy wife. Honestly, I have no real idea what that entails. But I know that being able to walk with Josh in life is worth the sacrifice that is inevitable. And I know that if God really does have a perfect plan for my life and marrying Josh is part of it, then I know he's been preparing me (and will continue) to deal with the challenges of military life. But the best part of this story is knowing that marriage is a commitment, and there's no one better to commit your life to than your best friend. I love you Joshua. 

Showing off my ring and my fiance at the Navy Ball that night. What a great looking couple!
Can't believe this wonderful man will soon be my husband :)

My Life as of Late

I have not been good about writing every time I intend to, and so I have lots of things to share that I just haven't yet. So, before too much time has elapsed, here's a recap of some things you've missed (yes, this is my life in pictures)...

Josh and I went to Denver a few weeks ago to hang out with my parents, and while there, we took the car and camera out for a spin while it was still very warm.

And the next day it looked like this! Gross! 

So we stayed inside and made our own version of Top Shot. My dad created a mini shooting range obstacle course in our basement and we competed with the pellet gun to see who is the Mossrock Top Shot. Let me just say, it wasn't me. 

But I was pretty fierce and blew the smitherines out of this CD in one of the rounds. 

Then we watched the Chargers and Broncos football game on that Sunday. I couldn't talk to Josh during the game, because I was decked-out in my pink Broncos jersey. As you can tell here, we fought about it a lot ;)

But Josh wasn't "mad" long, because the Chargers won (unfortunately).

I love my job. Even though it's quite a drive to get to work, this is my view of the Great Salt Lake as I'm driving
along I-80. It is so beautiful! And it makes the drive so much more pleasant. 

Remember a few weeks ago when I wrote about what my perfect date is and that I love 68 degree days? (If you missed that one, you can read it here.) Well, this is what it looked like the very next day. Boo! But now it's gotten warmer and I have had a few 68 degree days, so I'm okay with winter coming now. I've had my perfect date. 

As the weather gets colder, most people start to get sick and sicker. Well, Josh got sick while he was home on fall break a few weeks ago. I felt so bad and wanted to cheer him up, so this is what he came home to: everything to make him feel better. And he did. But not before he got me sick! At least he gave me the leftovers you see in this picture
so I could start feeling better, but it hasn't happened yet...

A few days ago I went to a local Asian restaurant with a friend and these were the fortunes I got from my cookies, and in this order too! So, I feel something very exciting may be coming my way... Stay tuned so see what it might be!
It may be nothing at all, but I'm hoping that just this once, a fortune cookie can actually predict my future ;)

Highway to the Danger Zone

I am so excited. Today Josh got selected to serve as a pilot in the US Navy. He's wanted this for a long time and I am so proud of him that he was able to get what he wanted. He won't get his orders for flight school until the spring, but at least he knows he has one of those few spots that thousands of midshipmen across the country compete for every year. This is a huge accomplishment and a step towards the career he's always dreamed about. I am so proud of him and excited to walk alongside him on this journey.

If you're not familiar with what flying in the Navy looks like, check out this video...

Okay, maybe this is the opening scene from the movie Top Gun, but you get the idea.
Pretty cool nonetheless.

With this attitude, I think he'll make a pretty good pilot and officer in the Navy. ;)

I love you Joshua. Congrats :D

My Marketable Mommy Skills

My roommates and I joke with our other roommate, Morgan (who is LDS), that if she wants to find a good Mormon boy to marry, she needs to develop her marketable marriage skills such as cooking, cleaning, laundry, and general wifey attributes. Well, all this last week I have been going through training for my job. I have been learning how to teach to behaviors through effective praise, preventative teaching, and corrective teaching during the day, and at nights I've been learning how to keep my cool while the girls try to push all of my buttons to my breaking point.

My mom always told me as I grew up that when you have a baby, no one teaches you how to be a parent, that there's no manual for mommies. Well, I have discovered the secret to parenting: my job. Usually parents start from the beginning and figure it out as they go. It's slightly unconventional to start with teenagers, but my job is preparing me to be a parent, and a good one at that. I am learning how to deal with tantrums, encourage healthy behaviors, teach to inappropriate behaviors, and be a good role model of what a healthy life looks like. So now I can not only market my marriage skills to potential suitors who come to call, but I can also market these mommy skills I am developing to snag a good Jesus-following boy to marry ;) But hopefully these marketable skills will not evolve into a brochure that will get pulled out along with my baby pictures when my boyfriend comes home. That would be embarrassing. 

Despite working a billion-and-a-half hours these past few weeks because of training, we've also done some pretty fun stuff. Here's some pics of activities that have marketed my mommy skills...

Tonight the whole campus went to the REAL Salt Lake soccer game against the Portland Timbers. It was a tie, but funny to watch the girls get into the game and root for Portland just to rebel against the staff. As far as rebellion goes, I'd gladly take that over anything else any day! 

I've become the official hair-braider in the house. This is what I missed out on not having sisters! Glad I get to be a part of girly bonding now though :)

We take the girls running around the local farms just about every day. This is a sunflower one of the girls found against the backdrop of a blue sky and the Oquirrh Mountains. Beautiful. 

There are a few apple and pear trees in the back yard, so we've been eating really fresh fruit! So delicious! The girls seem to enjoy healthy eating more when they have the experience of picking their food themselves! :)

Friday was the campus service project of picking up trash in random places around Tooele. They were all rewarded with a pizza party and cookie decorating. This is my happy Halloween cookie. It made my tummy happy too. Yummm...

After having a few really hard days in a row of training and working with the girls and working a 17-hour day, I came home to find a bouquet of my favorite flowers by my bed. Thanks Josh for keeping me sane when work is hectic! 

Adventures of the Amateur Culinary Genius

As most of you know, I love my job. I love my girls. Yes, I call them my girls. I love the moments when, despite their emotions and mistakes of the past, they smile and laugh like any other teenage girl. I love the moments when they see their behavior for what it is and realize they need to adjust. I love the moments of accomplishment when pride beams from their soul. I love the other women I work with. And most of all, I love when they feel like being lazy and ask me to cook dinner. 

I, like many of my girls, am beaming with pride this week having realized what I am capable of. And what is that? Cooking. I have always viewed myself as a so-so chef-in-training who can cook a step above buttered noodles, but this week I see myself for what I truly am: an amateur culinary genius.

On Monday I made honey mustard chicken. It was supposed to be a sandwich, but I improvised and made it into a casserole. And it was delicious. But tonight I succeeded in creating the most daunting dinner I have ever attempted: Spicy Asian Orange Chicken, completely from scratch! I thought it was going to be disastrous; the chicken took forever to thaw and the sauce wasn't thickening like it should and the rice cooked too quickly, but it all came together and no one was the wiser of my fears. And it got rave reviews. Just from looking at the recipe I would have never even given it a second glance. But because my job required me to cook that meal tonight, I had no choice. I had to try. It was stressful knowing that if I failed, 9 girls would have starved tonight. But I did it, and I did it well. And I will have delicious leftovers for lunch. Be jealous. 

For those of you looking for a culinary challenge, here's the recipe to try for yourselves (and for those of you who look at this and say, "Daunting? Ha! It's a piece of orange chicken cake!" I say to you, teach me your ways!)

Asian Orange Chicken

Sauce:

5-1/4 cups water

1/3 cup orange juice

3/4 cup lemon juice

1 cup 3 tbsp rice vinegar

1/2 cup soy sauce

3 tbsp grated orange zest

3-1/2 cups packed brown sugar

1-3/4 tsp minced ginger root

1-3/4 tsp minced garlic

1/3 cup chopped scallions

1 tsp crushed red pepper

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1/2 cup cornstarch

1/4 water

Chicken:

7 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1/2" pieces

2 cups flour

1 tsp salt

1 tsp pepper

1/2 cup olive oil

Pour 5 1/4 cups water, orange juice, lemon juice, rice vinegar, and soy sauce into saucepan and set over medium-high heat. Stir in the orange zest, brown sugar, ginger, garlic, scallions, and crushed red pepper. Bring to boil. Remove from heat and cool 10 to 15 minutes. 

**Optional if time allows** Place chicken pieces in a large Ziplock bag with 2 cups of sauce. Refrigerate at least 2 hours. Save remaining sauce. 

Heat olive oil in large skillet over medium heat. Combine flour, salt, and pepper in another large Ziplock bag. Toss raw chicken in flour mixture until coated. Place chicken in skillet and brown. Set chicken aside.

Wipe out skillet and add remaining sauce. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Mix cornstarch and 1/4 cup water; stir into sauce. Reduce heat to medium-low, add chicken, and let simmer for 5 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Serve over steamed rice with vegetable of choice. 

Manifesto

Manifesto:  n. /ˌmanəˈfestō/ 
                    A declaration of principles, ideas, intentions, ambitions, or actions. 


A manifesto is a powerful thing. One of the most famous is the Communist Manifesto written by German political theorists Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels. Written in 1848, it presents the Marxists ideas about the nature of society and politics, particularly with class struggles. Today it is considered one of the most powerful political manuscripts. But it started as two individuals voicing what they believed to be true.  


Belief is a powerful thing. It shifts perspectives and perceptions. It powers thoughts and actions. It shapes cultures and nations. What would have happened if Martin Luther King Jr. didn't believe that his infamous dream could ever become reality? What would have happened if the American colonists believed in the monarchy of England? What would have happened if our ancestors really believed the world was flat and believed the coast of Ireland was the end of the world? What if Martin Luther believed that the Bible should only be read in Latin and in mass? What would have happened if the apostles believed Jesus really was dead? Belief is a powerful thing. 


I went to a concert last night to see The City Harmonic, who are known for their song "Manifesto." The lyrics combine the Nicene Creed, the Lord's Prayer, and the story of the Bible to declare their beliefs about the world. These are the same beliefs Christians have had throughout history. And it is this belief that has shaped, shifted, and empowered my life. Today, this is my manifesto... 

The City Harmonic performing "Manifesto"

Me, Josh, Jackie, and the band

The Perfect Date

Like Miss Rhode Island from Miss Congeniality, my perfect date is any day that is 68 degrees, because it's not too hot, not too cold, and all you need is a light jacket. Whether this happens April 25 or any other day of the year, I get annoyed when it gets skipped over.

I just checked the weather and was grumbling about the alert at the top of the page. The title read: "SIGNIFICANT CHANGE IN THE WEATHER LATER THIS WEEK..." Never a good sign. The next line: AFTER A PROLONGED PERIOD OF ABOVE NORMAL TEMPERATURES...A SIGNIFICANT CHANGE IN WEATHER PATTERN IS FORECAST." For those of you who do not speak Meteorologese, let me translate. "It's been hotter than normal. Now it's going to be colder than normal. Oh yeah, and it's going to snow. Enjoy."

But for those of us who like our 68 degree days, we will not enjoy. Oh no. My perfect date will get completely bypassed by 5 degrees. I feel jipped. And what's even worse is that it will span from almost 80 degress today to the 40's by Thursday! SAY WHAT??!? Gross. And the ski bums are happy because they can start skiing this weekend. Even grosser. I was just starting to get mentally prepared to get out my light sweaters and fashion boots, but my down jacket and snow boots? I object. I object very much. I was spoiled last winter living in Portland. I don't want to deal with the snow again. But just you watch; once the first snowflake falls in the valley, I'm sure I'll sing a different tune. I just wasn't ready for that extreme change yet.

So, to take my mind off this and think about pleasanter things, I think I'll watch this movie. And for my first paragraph to make more sense, check out this clip.