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I'm engaged!

Well that's it! I'm on my way! Here's the story:

A couple nights ago (it was the day that we both finished classes so it was already an awesome day), Nancy got off of work downtown at about 8:15 at night. Me and Tuck met her and we decided to take a little walk down Main Street. I was NERVOUS! I had the ring in my pocket and was just hoping that tonight was the night to ask. I thought that I would know for sure if it was the right time.

So we walked to this new little Italian place and then realized that we couldn't go in because we had Tuck (CRAP!) so we kept walking. We went towards this little Christmas village thing with a bunch of pretty trees and little cosey buildings. The village was closed (CRAP CRAP!) but we could walk around and look at the trees anyway. We just kind of hugged each other and looked at the lights while Tuck jumped all over us (way to ruin the moment huh). I told her that I thought it was a perfect night.

After that, we sat down together on a bench in the little courtyard by there, and cuddled and talked some more. There was nobody anywhere around us but Tuck. Finally I knew it. We had talked about getting engaged, so I think she knew it was coming eventually. I said something like, "I've been thinking a lot about the best way to propose to you. I wanted to do something really crazy and mindblowing like ask you on stage at a Josh Groban concert, but I just couldn't think of the perfect thing. Then I decided I'd rather ask you while we're just being ourselves, just talking and cuddling and having fun together, because out of all the awesome times we've had together, those simple times together with you have always been my favorite." She said something like "That sounds great baby." I took a deep breath and said "Well, there is one thing that could make this night a little more perfect." I got on my knee and said "BABY! Will you marry me!?" She started crying and said YES and it definitely did make the night even more perfect.

We're planning on a wedding in the early summer of 2009. Me and my fiancé (YAYYYYYY) will be working hard until then!

Things That I Can't Understand

1. The difference between "in-law" and "step." Everytime I'm about to refer to a person that I know is either an in-law or a step-something I just pick one or the other and hope it's right. Nancy always cracks on me about it because it makes perfect sense to her. To me it's this complicated web of tracing family trees and analyzing relationships. I'd have to get a family flow-chart going every time for me to actually be able to figure out which is right.

2. Light bulbs. First of all, it's insanity that the tiny little thing inside there can light up a whole room. Second of all, I love how you pretty much need a chainsaw to get into most commercial products (like the packaging for scissors, which is kind of cruel), but the only thing separating the world from a light bulb is that tiny little layer of thick paper. They should start shipping pre-shattered ones so I can buy them broken rather than get all the way home and then drop it and scream. At least that way I won't get my hopes up.

3. Why bizarre dreams seem so real when we're in them. Last night I had a dream that Nancy and I stole a wedding cake from the wedding cake store, and my professor found out about it. Then my old neighbor was chasing me down the road so I tried to swim away through this lake, except it was only 6 inches deep so I couldn't get anywhere. I woke up sweating and about to scream and then realized how stupid I am.

4. How this blog is getting so much traffic. I'm getting like 300 views a day. Is that really possible? I definitely don't know 300 people, and I know that nobody that I don't know is going to want to read this nonsense. I'm going to assume that my counter is screwed up, because if that many people are reading, then I'm really going to have to put more effort into it. And I don't putting effort into anything. Except trying to figure out the whole in-law/step thing. I'm studying pretty hard on that one.

5. Why peanut butter and jelly work so well together. CONFESSION: I had my very first, all time, peanut butter and jelly sandwich last week. Since then, I've had at least two every day. They're amazing. I never thought it would work, but it does. Ebony and ivory. Peanut butter and jelly. Perfect harmony.

Time to play catch up...

This is what we call a bunch of things that have nothing to do with each other all stuffed into one post.

A friend of mine told me that my last post made him cry at work and somebody asked him if he was alright and he had to pretend that he had bad sinuses and had just sneezed. I'll have to put up a NOT SAFE FOR WORK warning next time.

For my web development class, we had to write a blog from scratch. It took FOREVER, but I finally got it working so that anyone can register and make new posts and stuff. I'm not going to use it or anything, but you guys can check it out while it's still up and running (probably won't be for very much longer). Check it out.

I'm learning how to make facebook applications so if anyone has any ideas for some let me know. Right now all I have is a little box that says IGNORE ME.

Nancy's cousin told me that he knew somebody who had too much weight on a trailer and they got fined $5000. Whew.

We've been cooking! No more Zaxby's for me! WHASUP!

And now you officially know everything.

"Just Water In Our Bodies"

I haven't talked about my dad in a while. I just woke up from a dream about him.

In the dream, somehow we found out that he only had a couple more days to live, because he got sick. After a bunch of really random things (you know how dreams are), we went out to eat for the last night. No restaurants were open, and he said it was because if they opened and he went there there would be a riot of people trying to get in to say bye to him. We finally found a place, and me and my sister had to sit on the floor for some reason. My parents kept trying to sneakily get me drunk, and I just pretended to drink. I thought that they probably assumed it would be easier for me if I didn't remember the last night, but I couldn't stand the thought of forgetting.

The next day, I went to his work to try and talk to some people he worked with while he was still alive. I remember hoping that when I got there, I'd find out that he hadn't told anybody about it, because that would mean that he was playing a trick on us and he was really ok. I found some guy that I recognized, and stopped him on some stairs. He realized who I was and broke into awkward chatter about pointless things and wouldn't make eye contact. Then my dad walked up behind him.

I said, "Hey dad." He didn't say hey back. He just said "Superheroes don't give themselves their nicknames. Somebody else does that." He paused and looked at me. He starting scrunching his face up to fight back tears, but I could see his eyes getting red. I knew then that it was real. "It's all just water in our bodies," he said.

That's when I woke up. For a second, it was relief; the dream wasn't real. And then it was.

On the upside, I went to Tsunami (the sushi place downtown) for the first time since I went with him the night before he died. I even saw the table we sat at. And I didn't cry. That's good right?

Or maybe crying doesn't matter anyway. Maybe it's all just water in our bodies.