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I Got It All
Forget the big shiney ring..this is what REALLY makes me smile:
SO Much Better Than BlogHer!
So, while we've been planning our wedding, I still never had my ring (I picked it out and it was being custom made) nor did I get a real proposal (he had to wait until we got the riiiing).
Guess what I came home to last night?
Well, I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves.
(my favorite flowers)
(my favorite wine)
(sooooo many sweets! boston cream pie! fruit tarts! tiramisu!)
(homemade fudge! chocolates! turtles!)
(that's a ring box...in the dessert tray!)
(i can't stop looking at it!)
The proposal:
Him : [on one knee] Cindy, will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world?
Me : *sobbing* I don't know. It depends on what I have to do.
Him : Um. I'm getting to that.
[he opens the ring box]
Him : Will you marry me?
Me : *sobbing more* Of course I will.
Destination : Dominican Republic
Well, we've finally decided. It was tough work, I tell ya. SO....
Dominican Republic, it is! Though, heh, it's not even one of the hotels I posted down there. It's this one instead:
Paradisus Punta Cana
We started looking at all-inclusive resorts and fell in love with this one. My favorite aspect was the abundance of beds on the beach. Comfy beds, people. ON THE BEACH. Tango's favorite aspect was the swim-up bar. Because, apparently, rum + swimming= GOOD TIMES.
Thanks to all for your input. And especially thanks to everyone who sent me emails with pictures and to those who allowed me to stalk their flickr sets (ahemJennsterahem).
Not jealous enough? Want more pictures?
Of course, my pessimistic and semi-racist father seems to think we'll get kidnapped and tortured by locals because they don't like white people there.
But the way we see it? That's fine with us, as long as they keep us somewhere near this powdery white sand beach. And rum. We'll demand plenty of rum.
Please don't attempt to rescue us.
The World Will End In 3 Weeks
In about three weeks, we're having a mini engagement dinner of sorts. We're cooking out on our new grill. We're celebrating our love. We're having the parents meet each other.
Wait...what?
Let me reiterate this. THE PARENTS ARE MEETING. Let's have a rundown of the situation, shall we?
Tango's parents
Views : Conservative, for God
Demeanor : Soft-spoken and kind
Affiliation : Republican
Religion : Uber Christian
On their bookshelves : Anything with the word "Bible" or "Jesus"
Always on the tv : Smallville...wholesome and sweet
Chase's parents
Views : Liberal, by god!
Demeanor : Loud-mouthed and full of cursing
Affiliation : Democrat
Religion : Hardcore atheist
On their bookshelves : Probably porn
Always on the tv : American Idol...a little bit trashy
When I first told my father Tango and I were getting married, he said, "So is there any chance we can gather around him for an intervention? I mean, he's a REPUBLICAN." And another time when I told my father that my brother hadn't met him yet, father said, "No, but he certainly knows he's a REPUBLICAN."
I'm beginning to think they don't like that word or something.
Man, I can't WAIT for this dinner.
Our money is on someone getting stabbed with the big grill fork before it's all over.
Wanna put $5 in the pot? All proceeds go toward cleaning the blood out of our carpet.
The Honeymooners
We've narrowed down the choices for the honeymoon to FOUR. Four different beaches - four different hotels. No worries - each one has a bar nearby. I made sure of it.
When Mr.Tango gets back from his business trip, we're going to go over each of them vrrry carefully and attempt to decide on just one. I have no idea how this is even possible.
So check it out. Give me feedback. Then get really, really jealous because it's on the in-laws' tab.
Option #1
Option #2
Barbados :
The Crane : 3 Stars (though I can't figure out why)
Option #3
Option #4
Which would YOU prefer, dear bloggies?
And don't say "ALL OF THEM!!!!!" because, um, I already tried that and the request was politely declined.
Stupid Can Sometimes Be Cute
A phone conversation with Mr.Tango tonight....
Me : I put Crash on the Netflix list. You HAVE to see that movie.
Him : Crash?? Ugh. I've heard that's such a racist movie.
Me : It's NOT racist. It's about racism.
Him : How can something be ABOUT racism without BEING racist?
Me : Schindler's List was about the Holocaust...it wasn't anti-jew.
Him : Tick tack. Whatever.
Me : Wait...tick tack? What does that mean?
Him : Just tick tack. Nevermind.
Me : Oh my god...did you mean touché??
Him : ..................No?
Me : YOU TOTALLY MEANT TOUCHÉ!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!
Him : Stop laughing so hard.
Me : This is SO going on my blog!
Him : That's not funny....stop giggling....
Do-It-Myself
Mr.Tango is out of town for 2 weeks. *sniffle*
So what's a girl to do but to design her wedding invitations? So that's what I've been doing pretty much everyday. I think I'm DIY'd out. Thank Jesus I still have 10 months to actually put together everything. Heh.
Anyway! Here is the basic design of the invitations. There are a few changes that will happen...but the majority is a done deal.
Enjoy.
The back of the invite holder. It's laced with satin ribbon, which you really can't tell from the pic. And I made this one a couple of inches too short - the bow will be much prettier on the final ones.
This is the insert. I have NO clue how to do this. Right now it's a messy stencil that I can't get the hang of. See my fingerprints? That's with me being super careful. Heh. Any ideas for this one?
A close-up to the wax seal. And my fingerprints. Heh.
The layout. I love the inserts. And, oh yeah. Hi, I'm Cindy and he's Jeremy. Who knew?
The inserts. I marked out the "where" because you're all stalkers. Not that I don't like stalkers.
A close-up of my quote. I lurve it. It made my future mother-in-law cry.
So that's it. Anyone want to come over and cut paper or punch holes or lace up ribbon or fold folders or glue pockets or stamp stamps or seal wax?
Just asking.
I'm Seriously Embarrassed
I'm giddy. My belly is all doing flipflops. I'm giggling. I'm having WAY too much fun.
And it's all because I'm watching 'Don't Forget The Lyrics".
WTF?! Wait...that needs repeating. What?! The?! FUCK!?
Seriously. I hate this kind of mindless tv. And I DO NOT karaoke. But I can't stop watching this show! I tried out 'The Singing Bee' the other night, but it didn't do it for me. Meh.
Maybe it's Wayne Brady. Maybe it's this cute little lady with a karaoke-esque voice who is dancing around stupidly with every song. Maybe because they're doing stupid old songs that make me shake my booty. Maybe I'm drunk. I seriously don't know.
Please tell me it's ok...that you're watching it too.
Please?
I Would Expect Nothing Else
This is how the announcement to my father went:
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Me : Mr.Tango asked me to marry him!
Dad : Why did he do that? Did he climb up a really tall ladder and then fall off and land on his head?
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Of course, they were nice and pretended like they didn't already know so I could do my announcing and squee'ing and talktalktalking. And it took him all of 3 minutes to ask if we'd discussed children because he's READY FOR MORE GRANDKIDS NOW.
Uhm. Gonna have to wait a bit on that one, Dad. Heh.
Of course, I guess my dad's initial response was better thought out than my brother's. All he said when I told him, and all he's said since is, "huh." A man of many words, he is.
7-7-07
Happy Lucky 7 Day, blogosphere!
It started out as a plain ol' day with naps on the couch and no cable, but now I'm all jumping around like a freak because I'm so happy. Listen to this!
So, I found a wedding dress that I liked online. There aren't any of those stores in Oklahoma though, so I had to wait until I was in Dallas to try one on to see how it looked on me. I had to go to Dallas this Tuesday anyway to see a play with my brother, so while there, I stopped in at the store.
Go figure. They didn't offer the bridal section in store...it was online only. WHAT?!
WELL, in cruising eBay when I got back, I found the dress I wanted for $89. EIGHTY-NINE FLIPPIN' DOLLARS! So I just said what the hell, did 'buy it now', and paypal'd the money right away.
I just got the dress today (3 days before I expected it!). And it looks GREAT!!! My boobs even look good in it - and that's saying something!
LOOK! Looky what I bought!!!
Holy crap. I have a freaking wedding dress.
Calling In The Big Guns
His reason against getting cable : it's not money well-spent.
My reason for getting cable : right now, my only viewing choices are Age of Love, Hells Kitchen, UFC, Two and a Half Men, and something stupid on the CW that I didn't stay long enough to see what it was.
Dear Jesus,
This sucks balls. Give me cable, please.
Amen.
