So today I ran to the cafeteria to grab lunch. I go for some standard menu items when I'm there---either a soup, a turkey-cranberry wrap, or a chicken quesadilla.
Today I was in a chicken quesadilla mood. I got in line at the grill and heard the guy in front of me order a quesadiLLa. You know. He pronounced the Ls. I thought that was kindof dumb. First of all, it's not pronounced that way. Second of all, the people he was giving to order to were Hispanic. Didn't he think that maybe they'd like him to at least attempt to say it right?
As I was thinking all these thoughts, my turn came up.
And I ordered a chicken quesadiLLa.
Ohhhh, the shame.
Canadian Beach Experience
I received this picture today from my aunt and uncle. The picture features family friends from the Toronto area with my grandpa, who recently moved into their inlaw suite. It portrays the true Canadian beach experience. Please note:
1) Everyone is fully clothed, including the one person in the background.
2) There is only ONE other guy in the background. Why is the beach not crowded?
3) My grandpa is wearing a hat, a jacket, pants, socks, and a blanket.
Maybe next year, instead of going to San Diego or Ocean City, I should take a trip up to Canada and go to Sauble Beach.
Not to give away the ending, but I said yes.
I'm engaged.
Sorry it's taken me so long to post it. I just didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings who felt that they deserved personal contact before I just spilled it to the web. So, sorry if you're only finding out now. The truth of the matter is that Murray and I have been so open about the fact that we're getting married (on November 3rd) that it seemed kindof silly to "announce" it to friends and family after pretty much everyone already knew.
But enough about that. Let's get back to the fact that I'm engaged.
You'll probably all want to know how it happened. Well, Murray and I headed out to Maryland along with all my other siblings. We drove straight from the airport to Ocean City, New Jersey, and Murray was subjected to intense, non-stop family exposure for the next five days. He needed to get to know my parents really well so that 1) they could know he was a good guy, and 2) my dad would give him his blessing when Murray asked for it.
After two days in Ocean City, we headed back to Columbia, Maryland where I was able to show Murray around my parents' home. He even got to participate in a real crab feast.
When things were quiet after church on Sunday, Murray and my dad conspicuously disappeared for a walk around the neighborhood.
And when they got back, Murray found himself, once more, surrounded by friends and family. A cousin and his wife came by for a game of Cranium. Drs. Rogers Rice and Gibbianton came for dinner and a game of Cranium. And then someone suggested we go to Baltimore Inner Harbor for a walk and Rogers Rice joined the whole clan for that excursion, too (she was around when Murray and I started dating, so it only seemed appropriate for her to be around when we took it to the next level).
At the Inner Harbor, Murray leaned over and said, "I'd kindof like to break away from the group if you think we could do that without being rude." Of course, since everyone would know what we were doing anyway, no one would think it rude. So when the family stopped to watch a really lame street performer, I told my mom that we were just going to run ahead.
We walked around, both knowing that we were walking toward the Next Phase of our lives, and only needed to figure out exactly where we were going to make that transition. We even talked about it. Murray made a couple of remarks like, "It feels kindof surreal, knowing that we're walking to a major moment in our lives that we're going to remember forever... and figuring out where to do it" and "See? We have an equal partnership! We're both working to decide where it should be done!"
Everything was beautiful. It was getting dark and the whole harbor was lit up with lights. It was also a very busy place. We walked toward the aquarium where things began to get a little quieter, a little more peaceful. We found some quiet benches overlooking the harbor and I sat down on a bench (under the neon waves in that last picture) and Murray got down on one knee.
After telling me a few things that were heartfelt (and perfect) he asked if I would marry him. And he pulled out the ring he had in his pocket. And I said yes.
Sorry it's taken me so long to post it. I just didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings who felt that they deserved personal contact before I just spilled it to the web. So, sorry if you're only finding out now. The truth of the matter is that Murray and I have been so open about the fact that we're getting married (on November 3rd) that it seemed kindof silly to "announce" it to friends and family after pretty much everyone already knew.
But enough about that. Let's get back to the fact that I'm engaged.
You'll probably all want to know how it happened. Well, Murray and I headed out to Maryland along with all my other siblings. We drove straight from the airport to Ocean City, New Jersey, and Murray was subjected to intense, non-stop family exposure for the next five days. He needed to get to know my parents really well so that 1) they could know he was a good guy, and 2) my dad would give him his blessing when Murray asked for it.
After two days in Ocean City, we headed back to Columbia, Maryland where I was able to show Murray around my parents' home. He even got to participate in a real crab feast.
When things were quiet after church on Sunday, Murray and my dad conspicuously disappeared for a walk around the neighborhood.
And when they got back, Murray found himself, once more, surrounded by friends and family. A cousin and his wife came by for a game of Cranium. Drs. Rogers Rice and Gibbianton came for dinner and a game of Cranium. And then someone suggested we go to Baltimore Inner Harbor for a walk and Rogers Rice joined the whole clan for that excursion, too (she was around when Murray and I started dating, so it only seemed appropriate for her to be around when we took it to the next level).
At the Inner Harbor, Murray leaned over and said, "I'd kindof like to break away from the group if you think we could do that without being rude." Of course, since everyone would know what we were doing anyway, no one would think it rude. So when the family stopped to watch a really lame street performer, I told my mom that we were just going to run ahead.
We walked around, both knowing that we were walking toward the Next Phase of our lives, and only needed to figure out exactly where we were going to make that transition. We even talked about it. Murray made a couple of remarks like, "It feels kindof surreal, knowing that we're walking to a major moment in our lives that we're going to remember forever... and figuring out where to do it" and "See? We have an equal partnership! We're both working to decide where it should be done!"
Everything was beautiful. It was getting dark and the whole harbor was lit up with lights. It was also a very busy place. We walked toward the aquarium where things began to get a little quieter, a little more peaceful. We found some quiet benches overlooking the harbor and I sat down on a bench (under the neon waves in that last picture) and Murray got down on one knee.
After telling me a few things that were heartfelt (and perfect) he asked if I would marry him. And he pulled out the ring he had in his pocket. And I said yes.
One-Two-Three-Four
What I love about Southwest: Being able to choose your own seat. (And direct flights from Salt Lake to Baltimore.)
What I don't love about Southwest: Having to get up early 24 hours before your flight to make sure you print off A-group boarding passes.
This morning, I made it to my office by 7:10, 24 hours before our flight to Baltimore. I was talking with my mom on the phone as I booted up my computer and pulled up ticket confirmations for Murray, The Boy, El Senor, and me. Of course, it was still slightly before 7:10, so I had to wait till exactly 7:10 to press the check-in button on each individual screen. As soon as it was 7:10, I pressed those buttons!
Then my mom asked me which boarding passes I got---apparently they number them in the order they are claimed. I looked at my printouts and saw my numbers: 1, 2, 3, 4!
What I love about Southwest: Knowing exactly how bad you beat out everyone else for the good tickets.
(Of course, if we didn't get A passes, there was always Plan B. Seriously. Read this. You won't be disappointed.)
What I don't love about Southwest: Having to get up early 24 hours before your flight to make sure you print off A-group boarding passes.
This morning, I made it to my office by 7:10, 24 hours before our flight to Baltimore. I was talking with my mom on the phone as I booted up my computer and pulled up ticket confirmations for Murray, The Boy, El Senor, and me. Of course, it was still slightly before 7:10, so I had to wait till exactly 7:10 to press the check-in button on each individual screen. As soon as it was 7:10, I pressed those buttons!
Then my mom asked me which boarding passes I got---apparently they number them in the order they are claimed. I looked at my printouts and saw my numbers: 1, 2, 3, 4!
What I love about Southwest: Knowing exactly how bad you beat out everyone else for the good tickets.
(Of course, if we didn't get A passes, there was always Plan B. Seriously. Read this. You won't be disappointed.)
Message in a Bottle. Or a Blog Post.
I rely on Murray to get me through my day. An email here, a thought there. But yesterday and today he has had no access to email. So when he got home yestereday, he found 12 messages in his inbox. They were just random things. A request to send me his Southwest ticket confirmation so I can check us in online tomorrow morning. A link to an artist who I think he'd like. The fact that I didn't see any car accident deaths on KSL.com so I figured the fact that he was not responding to my emails was not, in fact, due to death. (There are many ways to die, I guess, but car accident seemed the most likely.)
Today, since I know he can't get emails, but can somehow read my blog, I dedicate this post to him.
First: A picture of my Virgin Mary bracelet that I bought in Puerto Nuevo. Honestly, I really liked the colors. But then the fact that it was the Virgin Mary made me laugh. So I bought it.
Now, on to notes to Murray:
1. I love you.
2. I have been very indecisive about what to make for your parents for dessert tonight. After consulting three people and several websites, I've decided to make molten chocolate cakes with ice cream. I know this is silly because your parents won't care what I make for dessert but I think you've given me a reputation to live up to. I really hope those lava cakes turn out...
3. Yes, I am aware that it's likely your mother will read this post before dinner tonight, and in her head she'll think that of course I don't have to make anything special for dessert. She's sweet that way. Of course, she's made me Sunday dinner almost every week for the past two months, so it's really about time I give a little back.
4. I bought you a really nice pan because I'm really picky about my cookware and because there are several dishes that I make (including tonight's dinner) that require this pan.
5. I bought you a set of five melamine bowls. El Senor is currently on Google Talk trying to take ownership of them. I've always wanted melamine bowls but he already had a ceramic bowl set and a metal bowl set---both very expensive. Why he would want your melamine bowl set is beyond me. But he says he wants them because "they're nice."
6. I'm excited to see you and your folks tonight, but I have to do laundry, so today's outfit is entirely composed of items that I haven't worn in months. Yikes!
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