I'm getting MARRIED.
LOL, yes, that's correct! My boyfriend (or fiancé now, if you will, though I'm still getting used to using that oddball word) proposed to me on August 19th. It was a sweet, private event - no fanfare, no orchestrated production. It was just us, in my backyard after an otherwise uneventful dinner of grilled steak and salad.
It didn't come completely as a shock; I'd known for some time there was a proposal coming down the pike, but I had no clue when, where, or how he was going to do it. While we had been preparing dinner I noticed he was a little out of sorts, but I blew if off, mainly because I knew if I thought he was acting funny because he was getting ready to propose and then didn't, it would sour my mood and I didn't want that to happen. So I put it out of my mind, chalking his demeanor up to some other stuff on his mind. Anyhow, during the course of dinner prep, he grabbed a plastic shopping bag and said, "I'm going to take this out to the yard to use for trash." He'd never done that before, but I just shrugged and said, "okay, whatever."
After we finished eating he said, "Well, Dee, the reason I brought this bag out here was so that I could do this..." at which point he grabbed the bag, came around to my side of the table, placed the bag on the ground, and then got down on his knee. (so as not to get grass stains on his tan pants, which I thought was just about the most adorable thing EVER). I said, "HOLY SHIT!" and started to cry. He reached into his pocket and produced a box. "Are you serious?!" I asked, and he nodded his head. He'd started to cry a little, too. Then I said, "Are you kidding me?!" He shook his head and placed the box on the table. At this point we were both wiping tears from our eyes, and then I said, "Wait! You didn't ask me the question!" And he said "Oh!! Dee....will you marry me?" And I shouted, "YES!" Then we laughed and kissed, and after I calmed down a minute I called my mother and gave her the good news.
My ring is gorgeous, too. Three cheers for HTG for picking out EXACTLY what I wanted - a round solitaire in a plain, wide band. It's timeless, classic, elegant., just beautiful in its simplicity..and so damn SPARKLY. I seriously can NOT stop looking at it. It's just so pretty.
By the way...that shopping bag? It's blue. So I saved it and I'm going to cut a piece off to stick inside my bouquet for the "something blue" part of my ensemble on our wedding day.
So anyway, shit just got real. Like, really real. Like, I have to squeeze my sausage-self into a wedding gown, and the whole dress shopping process will need to begin relatively soon. I've watched enough "Say Yes to the Dress" to know that I can't wait 'til the last minute. (I have also watched enough to know that there are a bunch of spoiled-ass brats out there, that apparently it's not just acceptable but expected to bring an entourage of friends and family who will make you question everything you ever thought you wanted in a wedding gown, and that my dress budget wouldn't even deem me worth of washing Kleinfeld's windows, let alone buy a dress in a place like it - but that's another blog post for another time).
My point is that I have to get on dress shopping in the next few months if I am to find what I want - because chances are, I'm going to have to try on a whole lot of dresses before that happens, and the wedding is a little more than a year away. And while it is a common practice to buy a smaller dress and then attempt to diet into it, I think it's much more practical (and a better motivator) to drop weight first and THEN shop for a dress. I would like to be at or damn near my target wedding weight before I shop. And damn it, if this isn't the thing that finally kicks my ass back into gear, I don't know what is!
Wish me luck!