The above photo of Robyn was taken on November 22, 1995, in Norman, Oklahoma. It was the night I received the "official engagement ring" it was tied around the neck of the teddy bear I'm holding named Frodo ("the ring bear-er"). Thinking the bear was just a birthday present, to get me to finally notice THE RING Todd had to keep repeating, "But I really like the bow..."
Todd had actually proposed a month earlier in Washington D.C. and I wore a gold twist-tie on my ring finger all that time until the real ring was ready.
For those with inquiring minds that wanna know, our engagement story is featured in this book. Todd proposed late at night under the Washington Monument ten years ago tomorrow!
UPDATE: Yes, we are watching f'ing Wilma very closely, and hotel reservations for at least myself and the boys have been made further north and further inland. Right now, I'm still in denial though...
The first part of this post is actually a repeat of an old favorite "Ain't too proud to blog" entry, modified slightly for passage of time. It's titled "A Little Story"...
Thirteen years ago tomorrow, this boy met this girl at a party while going to this school . They were each wearing a J. Crew flannel shirt , and admired the other's. They dated , then broke up a few weeks later, but the girl told the boy that he would still marry her one day.
They stayed friends while at school , but after the girl graduated from college she moved off to Philadelphia to conquer the world . She also conquered the boy's heart by leaving, because he flew up to propose to her weeks later, ten years ago tomorrow.
And if the boy and girl hadn't been impatient, tomorrow would have also been their (church) wedding day . But they ran off to get married instead, and lived happily ever after .
One great use of the interwebs for parents of toddlers in the clutches of sheer boredom after the kids are in bed is the ability to search for things such as "what do the Doodlebops look like without makeup?" Last night's mission, if we chose to accept it, was "Hey, whatever happened to that Steve guy on Blues Clues?" Who knew he had ties to the Flaming Lips (a band from Norman, Oklahoma only unlike the rest of the country in the late 90s, most Oklahomans were smart enough to already realize they sucked in the early 90s) or They Might Be Giants? Or that he's now a fledgling rockstar with an outdated blog? Or that he's turned an alarming shade of yellow? I guess it wasn't "time for so-long" after all...he's not dead yet... I knew I liked Steve better than Joe for some reason!
Tomorrow's lesson-plan here at Shutterblog... Is the moon made of cheese? Does Blue really embed Satanic messages in her show? And last but not least, does Bear really abduct children?
God bless Wikipedia!