Ryan proposed

and I said yes. Lori especially has been on me to get pictures up and so heeeeere they are. Unfortunately, as it turns out, my camera does not have a close-up diamond ring setting, so this is the best I can do at this point. Here's MY version of the story and although I'm sure Ryan would tell it slightly different, it's my blog. So...

He came here to K-zoo this past Friday night and we went out to dinner which we often do. We went to Food Dance, which our favorite 'nice' place to eat because we get wine and gourmet food which is slightly different from the beer battered fries and burgers we most often opt for at our most favorite, Olde Penninsula. Anyway, we both got their amazing macaroni and cheese with chicken and a bottle of Riesling because I have successfully turned Ryan onto the fabulousness of wine. At one point in the night he was holding my hands under the table and slipped the ring on and then just looked at me. So I said, "You have to ask me now." Only I said it nicely, not like, bossy or anything. Seriously. And so he did and I said yes.

And then, we both got stomach aches from eating so much rich cheese and all that wine but we went out and bought a new game for the Wii anyway. It was a good night.

We are pretty sure we are going to have it here at the Lawton Community Center on August 1st.

And that's what I have for now. :)

Tube socks and the spinning class.

Since I have time to work out again now, I have been trudging through the crappy snow slush with my cute new iPod shuffle to WMU's rec. (FYI- My present workout mix is a happy little combo of Ani DiFranco, Mariah Carey, Fergie, Relient K, and Britney Spears- whose unfortunate present state of affairs somehow produced a crazy-good workout cd.)

Anyway.

On Monday I thought I'd try spinning. This is that class where you ride a stationary bike, standing up, down, up, down, all the while changing speeds. My instructor was this fab guy I've had before who wears tube socks and made such a good mix on the loudspeaker that I didn't even need Britney. I had to ask some toned up sorostitute how to get my bike all set up, and then had to have tube socks come over and adjust it for me. (No offense to tube socks and sorostitute. They were both nice but, you know, we just ain't on a first name basis yet. If you want, you can call me, like, Stupid New Girl.) I got off to a good start- hung my water bottle on my handlebars and then accidentally knocked it off and it rolled into the middle of the semi circle which was embarrassing for a second or two. The whole time we were going up and down I kept thinking of that part in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion where they are spinning, going up, down, up, down and Romy goes, "Um, what does this make you think of?" and Michelle goes "Oh I know. This guy is SO SICK." But tube socks wasn't sick so it was fine. It was pretty hard and sometimes I cheated and just made it look like I was changing it up to level 5 but really it was probably on level 3 so I probably won't get the awesome ass that tube socks promised, but maybe if I come back next Monday I can go up to a 4 when I'm pretending.

Working out is so good.

Awkwardness

I hate the game Guitar Hero. Sorry Oliver. It's just glorified air guitar which is related to playing air drums, which all fall under the general category of my mental database of "Things that people think are cool but which make me cringe and shy away from such an embarrassing display of absurdity." Other things filed under this heading are:
-clowns
-people dressed up like things other than people like Mickey Mouse or Easter Bunnies
-people doing the Hokey Pokey (and other such dances most often seen at weddings)

Hmm... that's sick.

So, I probably wouldn't have picked up someone else's dirty underwear off the bathroom floor and brought them in to my 1st grade teacher but, as it turns out, that's totally cool with my kids.

A pleasant story about a wiener dog magnet.

http://www.magickeys.com/books/wienerdog/