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Church - booked
Reception - booked
Dress - Ordered
Bridesmaids - picked/dressed
Tuxes - this week
Invitations - ordered
Flowers - April 15th
Honeymoon - Booking this week
Bride - happy
Groom - WONDERFUL

I feel productive.  If you haven't received a Save-the-Date, don't worry... you're probably still invited.  The magnets haven't arrived... but you'll have them as soon as they do.  I still need some addresses, so I'll stalk you down ASAP if I need yours. 

Yesterday I tried to start a new WeightSmart Vitamin program.  The bottle said to take it with food, but I wasn't hungry at 6AM so I threw some oatmeal into my "teacher bag", swallowed the pill with a glass of water, and left.  8.5 minutes later, I was projectile vomiting in the bushes at school... and now everyone at work thinks I'm pregnant.  Awesome.  

So... when the bottle says "Take with food"... heed the warning.

[	Current Location	|	home	]
[	mood	|	ecstatic	]

I know that no matter what I write in this entry, no combination of words will do this experience any justice, but for my own records, and for few people left who still read my entries, here's the story...

Our two year anniversary was one of those days where the humidity, temperature, and breeze could hold hands and balance on a pin point.  Those perfect days are usually wasted on Mondays, but God saved this one for me.  I chose my outfit strategically and ate BREAKFAST, which is a luxury in itself - reserved only for weekends, when I'm not up too early to be hungry.  Breakfast days are always good days in my life.  

He said that I would be receiving my gift at dinner, and he even brought a bag of gym shorts and a broken walkman to throw me off all day.  In the car, to pacify my obnoxious attempts to peek into the bag, he even let me hold the top of the bag to feel the weight.  Hmm... too heavy to be jewelry (damn) and too light to be a Coach purse (damn again).  I was still curious.  I had given Scottie his presents early, because I was too excited to keep them a secret all day and I wanted him to be able to wear his new sunglasses and watch to St. Augustine.  I was glad that he seemed to genuinely like both gifts, immediately trying them both on.  At that point, I still thought that my gifts were thoughtful and clever.  Later, I'd change my mind.  

We left around 10AM, after walking Izzie - the happiest/dumbest dog on the planet, and drove east to St. Augustine.  I was so excited at the mere prospect of getting away again... we always love it there.  We have great pictures of us on the top of the Lighthouse, sitting on the wall of Castillo de San Marco, being lovey by the "love tree", and then like 1,000 pictures of orbs that we took on our last ghost tour there (HAHA).  Yes, this was FAR better than my original suggestion to go to Busch Gardens.  

When we got there, we parked at Ripley's Believe it or Not and bought tickets to explore the museum.  For Gits and Shiggles, we even took a picture in a Gene Machine to see what our first child would look like.  I'll never show you if you ask to see it, but we are now contemplating the beautiful concept of adoption.  

Anyway, the whole day was spent shopping, exploring, and eating the best freakin ice cream on the planet (except for true Italian Gelato).  Like I said... it was just one of those days.  We had planned on watching the sunset from the top of the St. Augustine Lighthouse, but when we got there it had closed early on account of some Veteran's Day festivities.  So, I threw an obscene tantrum (go figure) and Scott seemed pretty calm about it.  He said we could go visit Castillo (the fort).  I got over the tantrum and we drove back to the historical district.  

By the time we were back, the sun was just setting.  We walked along the stone wall separating the fort from the ocean and sat down.  A manatee popped up just as we sat and Scott made fun of me because I thought it was a gator... in the ocean... whatever.  That manatee was really ugly.  After like two minutes of lovey-dovey stuff you don't care about, Scott looked over and asked if I was ready to go.  I told him that I wasn't hungry yet and asked if we could sit a while longer.  He agreed.  We sat there watching boats and talked and took pictures.  The whole time I was thinking about what a perfect day it had been and how much I loved him.  When we decided to get up and go to dinner, I was sitting dangerously close to the edge and Scottie got up to help me.  I took his hand and pulled myself up carefully, desperately trying not to shift my weight forward and plunge into the cold depths of the Atlantic.  No sooner was I on my feet when I turned to see him get down on one knee, hand still holding mine, as he reached into his left pocket and took out a small gray box with an unbelievable diamond ring inside.  He spoke, but I was deafened by surprise... and then he asked the question, and I cried... and said yes. 

I cried a lot... not like the dainty little tears shed in those romantic comedies... I cried big crocodile tears, causing my eyeliner and mascara to run down my cheeks like face paint.  I think I even asked him if "this was for real".  And then I announced our engagement to a couple who didn't speak any english.  I can't believe I wasted the good announcement on them!  After calling 4,857,003 people to share the good news, we had a steak dinner at White Lion and drove to my parents house to drink champagne and show off the new bling.  


Having the love of your life ask you for your hand in marriage is nothing like I expected... and it's so much better.  Once having experienced this, I don't think it will be fair for me to complain about anything... ever again.  I hope I remember that if the wedding plans get stressful.  I'm on cloud nine... and I don't deserve it.  Now, before bed, I tell Jesus how much I love Him and the thank Him for the life I'm allowed to choose.  I'm marrying my best friend next year... my soul mate... and it feels like my life is just beginning. 

WE'RE ENGAGED!

I LOVE YOU, FIANCE!

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... to Myspace.  It's not personal, folks, but I can't really risk having my posts read by my students and Myspace allows me to keep EVERYTHING on 'friends only'.  I'll keep the account, update randomly, etc.  But if you'd like to read my super-exciting blogs, you'll have to follow these steps:

1.) Create a Myspace account at www.myspace.com
2.) Find me: http://www.myspace.com/emmacrat
3.) Ask me to be your "friend"
4.) Read my blogs (and leave me friendly comments) at http://blog.myspace.com/emmacrat
5.) Buy me a present.