22 September 2007
Stuff to do...
I have my hair trial this morning, and I'm quite excited. I love, love, love my hair dresser, she's amazing! I just hope that the style I picked comes out OK...I'll post pics once I get them down loaded on to the computer. I can't forget to pick up my shoes either, if they're back from being dyed.
I also have other pics that I'll post...for my dear friend Monsoon...and anyone else who is interested.
Here's my dress, because I know you wanted to see it. No pictures of me in it yet. That'll be after the wedding.
I'm sitting here listening to "The Blood of Cuchulainn" which was the theme song in Boondock Saints. I absolutely love it, but then again, I'm a sucker for Irish music. I'm trying to talk Ron (FI) into having this played as our entrance song at the reception...we'll see how that goes. In the meantime, I'm going to attempt to post it here so that you can hear it. Maybe it'll make you feel a little better Eilen.
For now, I've got to go and take a shower so I can get to my hair trial. See you soon!
I also have other pics that I'll post...for my dear friend Monsoon...and anyone else who is interested.
Here's my dress, because I know you wanted to see it. No pictures of me in it yet. That'll be after the wedding.
I'm sitting here listening to "The Blood of Cuchulainn" which was the theme song in Boondock Saints. I absolutely love it, but then again, I'm a sucker for Irish music. I'm trying to talk Ron (FI) into having this played as our entrance song at the reception...we'll see how that goes. In the meantime, I'm going to attempt to post it here so that you can hear it. Maybe it'll make you feel a little better Eilen.
For now, I've got to go and take a shower so I can get to my hair trial. See you soon!
14 September 2007
The beginning....Part II
So once we had established that I would marry him when I got my ring, we said our good nights and parted ways. We were, from that moment on, in regular contact with each other. I told Mother Mitchell about our date, and though it's been months, she seemed excited and looking forward to seeing if I actually got my ring. We, she and I, started to discuss wedding plans. I recall telling her that I would need her for a lot of things since I had no idea what I would need to do.
I don't remember exactly when he told me he had the ring, but I do remember the day that we went to pick it up. It was February 16, just two days after Valentine's Day. He had tried to get if for Valentine's Day, but it needed to be sized.
Of course, since I got my ring, he and I have been almost inseperable. It's great!
I don't remember exactly when he told me he had the ring, but I do remember the day that we went to pick it up. It was February 16, just two days after Valentine's Day. He had tried to get if for Valentine's Day, but it needed to be sized.
Of course, since I got my ring, he and I have been almost inseperable. It's great!
The beginning....
I realize that I promised to start blogging again, but I'm still having problems getting onto this site from home. The site just won't load at all on my home computer, and I'm not sure why. If anyone has any ideas, please, feel free to lend me some advice.
Anyway, back to the engagement. I know you remember that he and I had broken up for quite awhile, and I had started sating again. What a nightmare that was. At any rate, I had run into Ron at the laundrymat one evening and we got to talking. Nothing major, just the typical how are you, what's going on in your life, how's the girlfriend/boyfriend. We probably talked for a good half of an hour. When we said goodbye, I gave him a hug and then got in my car and left.
Two days later he called me, just to talk. About what? I have no idea, nothing really. He asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him, and I laughed. I told I'd have to think about it and left it at that. He called again a couple of days later to see if I had thougt about it and I told him I had, and I'd like to get together for dinner or something. We planned on January 20, which was a Saturday for dinner.
When Saturday rolled around, I was second guessing myself, but decided to go anyway. I had spent the afternoon at my parents visiting my cousin and his wife who were up from New York, so it made the day go by quick, and kept my stress level to a minimum. I got home around 7:00 and Ron picked me up about 7:30. We went to Vinny T's, an Italian resaurant. The food was ok, but it was very noisy. We ended up talking for awhile and he told me that if everything went ok, we could go on another date. At that point, I laughed and said no way. I told him that there was no way in hell I was going to date him. We had known each other for over 3 years, and people generally date to get to know one another. If we didn't know each other by now, then there was no way we'd ever know each other.
After dinner, he drove me home, and we sat and talked until 4:00 in t he morning. I absolutely refused to invite him in. He finally said to me "So when are you going to marry me?" And I replied "When I get my ring." We talked for a bit longer and then I sent him home. I really never thought I'd get a ring, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and we continued to talk on a regular basis after that.
(To Be Continued...)
Anyway, back to the engagement. I know you remember that he and I had broken up for quite awhile, and I had started sating again. What a nightmare that was. At any rate, I had run into Ron at the laundrymat one evening and we got to talking. Nothing major, just the typical how are you, what's going on in your life, how's the girlfriend/boyfriend. We probably talked for a good half of an hour. When we said goodbye, I gave him a hug and then got in my car and left.
Two days later he called me, just to talk. About what? I have no idea, nothing really. He asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him, and I laughed. I told I'd have to think about it and left it at that. He called again a couple of days later to see if I had thougt about it and I told him I had, and I'd like to get together for dinner or something. We planned on January 20, which was a Saturday for dinner.
When Saturday rolled around, I was second guessing myself, but decided to go anyway. I had spent the afternoon at my parents visiting my cousin and his wife who were up from New York, so it made the day go by quick, and kept my stress level to a minimum. I got home around 7:00 and Ron picked me up about 7:30. We went to Vinny T's, an Italian resaurant. The food was ok, but it was very noisy. We ended up talking for awhile and he told me that if everything went ok, we could go on another date. At that point, I laughed and said no way. I told him that there was no way in hell I was going to date him. We had known each other for over 3 years, and people generally date to get to know one another. If we didn't know each other by now, then there was no way we'd ever know each other.
After dinner, he drove me home, and we sat and talked until 4:00 in t he morning. I absolutely refused to invite him in. He finally said to me "So when are you going to marry me?" And I replied "When I get my ring." We talked for a bit longer and then I sent him home. I really never thought I'd get a ring, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and we continued to talk on a regular basis after that.
(To Be Continued...)
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