Meg's Musings

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This is VERY Long Engagement Post

This story is a little twisted and out of order, but it really went quite well (perfectly, in fact).

Sometime over the past several months he figured out he wanted to marry me (I was ahead of the game. I’d known for a while. And known I wanted to marry him. Tee-hee!). This led to ring shopping and all sorts of fun joking around and discussing what we might do where and when.

He kinda wanted to get married at the lake he spent a lot of time at as a child in upstate New York, but that was rather inconvenient and lacking plumbing. I kinda figured Lansing simply because that’s what would be expected. Then we realized Cincinnati is way cooler than Lansing and Delta Airlines’ hub. Just for fun, I looked around on the knot and found The Bell Event Centre at the Verdin Bell and Clock Museum. Wow. Everything we wanted.

But by this point we were talking about setting a date and all they had were Fridays in August and September. Teachers don’t do non-school things in September and late August seemed like we’d be running it a bit close with the startup activities too. We’d picked out the ring and it was on its way, it was only a matter of time….. Hence, when an opening June 2 came up, we jumped at it, engaged or not. By 9am we had it booked, by 10:30 we were calling our parents. At one point, I asked if we were formally engaged. He looked at me and pointed out we had set a date, rented a room and were busy letting everyone know—-You don’t get much more engaged than that. So that was that.

Then we walked down to the local video store to return a video and he had me walk one block further. There was a massive billboard advertising a bridal show for the next day and he said he thought we should go. Turns out I love planning a wedding with him. He has opinions on everything, but is so much help that it’s not a problem. We really are planning it together. Which is good. There’s only four months.

So in about 24 hours, I went from being quite single to committed to marry with ceremony & reception site chosen, officiant, attendants, possible flowers, mostly decided on guy’s attire, invitations chosen, a guest list, an appointment with a photographer, bridesmaids’ dresses chosen except for the color and I had my dress picked by Thursday. But really that’s not the end of the story. He knows me and knows my needs. My fabulous boyfriend (opps! Fiancé) who doesn’t really plan things hatched a doozey.

First off, he didn’t have a car for the last two weeks (an axel broke), so I believed him when he told me he couldn’t drop off the ring in time to get it back by last weekend. When I got down there this weekend we were busy with picking a photographer and other nonsense (we’d had our heads filled with nonsense all week), so it didn’t surprise me when we were out at Jungle Jim’s (a really cool grocery store) and he suddenly remembered he needed something from work (which happens to be on that side of town). So I said sure, I’d grab what we needed and sit in the store’s Maggie Moo’s and wait for him.

Later that night, in a fancy outfit as I had been instructed, he took me out to Primavista for fantastic Northern Italian food. It’s at the top of a hill and overlooks the city. We were seated right at 5:30—he’d planned it so that we could just see the sun go down and the city lights come up. Dinner was delicious, but dessert was the best. Our very chatty, very accommodating, server just handed me the menu and ran off.

Pasted over the menu was another menu-- our history in words and in pictures. Appetizers were the time when we were just figuring each other out, side dishes as little things we’d done together dating. The main course as what he’s hoping we’ll be in marriage and dessert was his actual proposal. I barely had a moment to look at this before he was getting down on one knee, pulling a box out of his pants pocket (you’ve probably already guessed he ditched me at the store to collect the ring) and saying , “Let’s get hitched.” Without missing a beat, I smilingly replied, “Try again.” At which point he laughed and said, “Will you marry me?” and I said yes.

And then things get all crazy in my head. We took dessert to go and went down to the music hall to listen to the symphony (a Mozart Mass and German love songs) and then out for coffee and to see Night of the Living De3D at the local independent movie theatre. Ah! What a night. I’m a very happy girl.

posted by Me @ 13:05 1 comments

I've Never Had One of Those Before

So there's this guy.

This talldarkandhandsome guy.

With an offbeat sense of humor and a little bit-o-faith.

And he’s cuddly.

And he’s smart.

And he’s fun.

And his kisses make me all melty.

And he’s got a killer sense of style.

And he’s pretty much my best friend.

And sometimes we argue a little.
But neither of us likes that, so we make it right pretty quickly.

And he’s got all sorts of opinions, so I’m never mentally unchallenged or bored.
And he lives in this cool city.

And we love each other the way we are.
And we care enough to gently call each other out on our crap.

And when he says something he means it.
And when he screws up he’s honest about it.

And I can be weak with him.
And he can be weak with me.

And we laugh together often.
And we plan together for horrible things
And then they aren’t so scary.

And most of my best days are spent with him.

So when a guy like this,
this guy,
wants to set a wedding date,
what can this girl do?

June 2.
2007.
128 days.

And it can’t come soon enough.


So…um… huh. It looks like I’ve got myself a fiancée. I’ve never had one of those before. I’m liking it. I suppose I better get ready. Looks like a husband is on the way.

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I just realized I've only worn skirts/dresses to school twice this year (though I have brought them to change into after school twice).

I was going to switch it up tomorrow and put one on, but I discovered I haven't bothered with nylons since Emily's wedding. Ain't got none.

Huh.

On the other hand, it's still more than Joey.

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Mom really likes Paul Newman in the racing area.


David dunks on some basketball player guy. Anybody know who he is?


David annoyed Holyfield and got knocked out.


Dad putted a round with Jack and Tiger.


Turns our Tiger needed my help figuring out the best approach to a putt.


David didn't like it much when I took George Clooney's hand in the wedding chapel area (I wouldn't wear the yellow stinky wedding dresses--not even for a picture).


So we wandered over to the guy from the Voice of Victory and had him bless us.


We stepped up to jam with the Blue Men. They gave David the paddles. Must have heard I have no rhythm.

And Mom high-fived Sammy Davis Jr.

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Crrrazzzy Eyes!

Hmm.. apparently I put in the good family pic last night--this is the crazy eyes version:
























Still don't see it? Try this one:


Ooooh, I have no shame.

posted by Me @ 00:19 0 comments

Ah, Airports. The Great Equalizer.

I have returned to my humble abode from the land of sunshine and fun. So much fun in fact, that I'll have to space it out so you aren't overwhlemed. Simply whelmed will do;)

As for the airport thingy.... thank you Kim and Steve and Amy and Greg and Deb who pretty much went through each exciting and frustrating change with me. I was supposed to leave from Lansing on Friday but left out of Detroit on Saturday, on the way home there were three delays, six flight changes and the realization that there are very few men in the world (or women for that matter) who are legally authorized to tell me to take off my clothes in public. And they can make the annoying guy behind me do the same thing. Not fun. Not fun at all at 4 am.

But I made it in time to see the ring as these two got engaged:

Wedding's in 2008.

I have no idea what I was doing with my eyes in this one. I think it must be that I had them completely closed in the others....


On Christmas Eve we left Tom and Liesel with her family and drove over to do the midnight service at the church we always visit when we're there (except the year my uncle and I messed up and attended a service in Moldovan) and did the grandpa thing in Vegas. We did a lot this trip (mostly free or deeply discounted). David had never been before so we popped in to see the fountain shows at Caeser's Palace


then wandered around the VERY VERY expensive shops. David found a silk shirt on sale for a mere $595. Um... nope. He didn't get that for Christmas.


Then we wandered over to the part of the Mirage where you can see the white tigers without paying (hey, I'm cheap)


And took advantage of the midway and free circus performances at Circus Circus. I managed to hit the jackpot on two different midway games so we took home a lovely pillow (that's my hair blowing directly out behind me--it was really that windy!)




We also managed to get 50% off tickets (visit tix4tonight.com, print the coupon, show up. Why haven't I done this before?) to the celebrity impersonater show Legends. Very cool. I've always wanted to see a fake Elvis in Las Vegas--and he was a good one. Sting was pretty impressive too.

We couldn't take pictures there, but afterwards we wandered across the street to the Bellagio to find the Chihuly in the lobby. Dale Chihuly is a large-scale glass artist (We were slightly less impressed with him when we discovered he had a team to help him execute his pieces). His show in Kalamazoo was one of our first dates.




Ok, if you're still with me, you might be excited for tomorrow's series entitled "Madame Tussaud's, Bodies And A Bit More Chihuly". It will eventually be followed by "Grand Canyon, Bryce Canyon, Zion National Park, New Year's Eve On The Strip And No, I'm Still Not Engaged".

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