I had a different post for today but then Tim and I got engaged.
First and foremost, I’m very happy. Tim and I have always had a great relationship. Although he doesn’t make a huge appearance on my blog, he is a huge part of my life. I don’t know if it’s really hit me yet that we are engaged. We are going to be getting married! I’m honestly not even sure that it has hit me that I’m adult and nearly two years out of college…but here I am writing a post about being engaged two years out of college. I couldn’t keep the engagement a secret for very long…(yes mom and dad I alerted you guys first). It’s still a mystery how I’ve kept my new job a secret for nearly a month now. That is a post for another day though.
I know nothing about weddings. I know I like wedding dresses. I know I like to watch the drama on TLC bride shows. Friday Brideday on TLC? Please, I’ve DVRed close to every episode and can watch it whenever I want too.
Anyways when people get engaged I think it’s always interesting to tell a bit about how it happened. Most females like to showcase their ring. I love my ring and I’m not even a ring person. Finally I suppose I should tell you more about Tim and I’s relationship…
Tim and I got engaged on April Fools Day. (The day I announced we had adopted a turkey…the turkey was a joke). I don’t think he had always been planning it that way but the timing worked out and we did.
We were at home just relaxing. As much as you probably don’t believe this, I’m not that loud of a person off the internetz. I don’t like a lot of attention on me, nor do I like to be the center attention. How is this relevant? I don’t think I would ever want to get engaged when 100000 people are around and watching. Since we have been dating for a long time, I would like to assume Tim probably knew that. He did.
But anyways we were at home just relaxing watching trashy tv. Tim is a good sport and generally foam rolls my legs most nights. Due to my ostrich ways, I get the worse calf cramps so he generally rolls them out with the massage stick. He had been complaining about his calves hurting and asked if I would foam roll his…
After whining a bit I said okay. (just kidding)
So here I am foam rolling his legs. Little did I know, he had attached the ring to the foam roller. I was literally in my own foam rolling zone. The ring was probably 6 inches in front of my face (zip tied to the foam roller) and I had no idea. After a minute he gets up suddenly and has a pair of scissors.
All I could think was why do we have scissors by the bed. The next thing I knew (or didn’t) he was proposing! I was so shocked and didn’t know what to say. (I literally didn’t, I was speechless for a solid minute).
Then I said yes because I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I have never been happier. Tim understands my off sense of humor, my real life awkwardness and makes me a better person. He always has and he always will.
So here I am two days later writing a post that I am now engaged. I still cannot believe it. I am shocked, excited, wondering if this is my life…I can’t promise I will or won’t talk about the wedding. I haven’t done anything regarding wedding planning in the last two days…or ever in my life I guess… I know how to pin things on pinterest and that is the extent of my knowledge of weddings.
This post is getting lengthy so I will write a longer version of how we met sometime later on. In typical LOLZ cliff notes style we met at “college cross country race, dated senior year of college, did a long distance relationship while he was in flight school, lived in Texas and now lived in NJ”.
Since I have giant swimmer man hands, I tried to crop them out for the photo of the ring. I absolutely love the ring and think he made a great choice. I’m not a big ring wearer so didn’t want anything gaudy, big or obnoxious. (Once he were talking in passing about rings and ring style and all I said I knew was I didn’t want a pair of brass knuckles). I’m not one to say “look at me, look at my ring”. This is absolutely my style. I really love the color rose gold so I am glad it incorporated that too.
So we met running and got engaged by use of a foam roller. Now that is proper running technique.
The most important question though comes from my blog title. In proper technique, I will use readers choice to determine…
Should I change my name to Mrs. Fueledbyfuel or should he be forced to go by the name of Mr. Fueledbylolz?
Questions for you (besides answering the poll):
Any wedding tips?