What shall we do tonight? I say we blow off the Twins game and go for a walk and eat something moderately healthy. Today is Jason's day off... wonder if he'll play tennis with Nick and come over?
Love,
your fiance Ryan Glanzer
Showing posts with label silliness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silliness. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The F word, part 2
The end of an email I got today:
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
In Which I Deal With Being Someone's Fiancée
What a weird word that is--I'm not sure if I like it. For now I'm trying to use it, but in that way where I emphasize something--Ryan pointed this out to me a while back and I didn't realize that I was doing it. When I am making a dramatic point, I will over-enunciate and stretch one of the words out ennnnddddllleeesssllllyyyy. So right now I am saying things like, "I really ought to send an email to my fiiiiiaaaaaaannnnncé."
Of course, I'm still unemployed, so I'm home by myself most of the day. So I end up saying these things to myself.
I'm struck by how much Friday's events have changed things. Not between Ryan and I, although I now look at him with a little more amazement and excitement for this new step in our lives, and I do find myself saying "we" more often than I used to. WE don't have any plans tonight. WE want to see that movie. But yet, the wedding is MINE. MY wedding will be on a Saturday. MY ceremony will be outdoors.
I'm struck by how many people seem to think that I have lots of plans made already (and bear in mind that I encounter very few people on a day-to-day basis). Detailed stuff that I can't even comprehend at this point. Band or DJ? Limo? Makeup done professionally? Dollar dance? (DJ. I dunno. I dunno. Absolutely not.)
And then there's the wedding-industrial complex (with apologies to Gen Eisenhower) that instructs me that WE ought to register for gifts right away, in case any of our associates would like to express their joy to us by buying a blender or a panini press, they have insights into our preferences. Holy shit! I've been engaged to my fiiiiiaaaaaaannnnncé for only a few days, but already WE are supposed to know what china pattern WE would like to eat from for the rest of our natural lives?
The registry thing terrifies me. WE don't know where we'll move next, but we won't be buying a house anytime soon, I can guarantee that! So what do we ask for? Stuff that will fit in an apartment, and when the day comes to buy a house we buy all new stuff? I don't want it to be like Kate and Tim, who stored a cache of wedding gifts at my parents' house for two whole years until they bought a house.
Though, with the registry thing, it would be nice to get a queen-sized down comforter. And I'm sure Ryan will celebrate on the day that our sheets are no longer pink with white polka dots. I kid you not.
I think on some level I must have been under the impression that when I got engaged, I would be imbued with some mystical bridal knowledge passed down from women before me. It didn't happen. I'm still clueless.
Of course, I'm still unemployed, so I'm home by myself most of the day. So I end up saying these things to myself.
I'm struck by how much Friday's events have changed things. Not between Ryan and I, although I now look at him with a little more amazement and excitement for this new step in our lives, and I do find myself saying "we" more often than I used to. WE don't have any plans tonight. WE want to see that movie. But yet, the wedding is MINE. MY wedding will be on a Saturday. MY ceremony will be outdoors.
I'm struck by how many people seem to think that I have lots of plans made already (and bear in mind that I encounter very few people on a day-to-day basis). Detailed stuff that I can't even comprehend at this point. Band or DJ? Limo? Makeup done professionally? Dollar dance? (DJ. I dunno. I dunno. Absolutely not.)
And then there's the wedding-industrial complex (with apologies to Gen Eisenhower) that instructs me that WE ought to register for gifts right away, in case any of our associates would like to express their joy to us by buying a blender or a panini press, they have insights into our preferences. Holy shit! I've been engaged to my fiiiiiaaaaaaannnnncé for only a few days, but already WE are supposed to know what china pattern WE would like to eat from for the rest of our natural lives?
The registry thing terrifies me. WE don't know where we'll move next, but we won't be buying a house anytime soon, I can guarantee that! So what do we ask for? Stuff that will fit in an apartment, and when the day comes to buy a house we buy all new stuff? I don't want it to be like Kate and Tim, who stored a cache of wedding gifts at my parents' house for two whole years until they bought a house.
Though, with the registry thing, it would be nice to get a queen-sized down comforter. And I'm sure Ryan will celebrate on the day that our sheets are no longer pink with white polka dots. I kid you not.
I think on some level I must have been under the impression that when I got engaged, I would be imbued with some mystical bridal knowledge passed down from women before me. It didn't happen. I'm still clueless.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Rainy Weekend Made Bright and Sparkly by Pretty Ring
Pretty quiet weekend so far; Ryan is off DJing a dance at the Wabasha Street Caves (silly man thought they were in Wabasha, MN, when in reality they are on Wabasha Street in St Paul!) and I am indulging in my favorite rainy day activity: snuggling up on the couch under a blanket, drinking cocoa, and watching a little baseball! I am considering ordering pizza from Davanni's for dinner.
Yep, yep, just a normal day.... except for the big shiny thing that sits on the third finger of my left hand!
Yes, as most (all?) people surmised, Ryan's big surprise was proposing to me! And I said yes!
I'm going to write as much of it down as I can, so that I have a record of it! Bear with me, as it will surely get long-winded.
Ryan instructed me to bag an overnight bag, to be dressed slightly fancy, and to be ready to go around 5pm on Friday. I was nervous as nervous gets! I was pacing the floors and cleaning and doing anything I could think of to distract myself. Finally Ryan arrived, he changed clothing and we hopped in the car.
I had assumed that we would be going downtown for our little adventure, and I was right. Ryan drove through the rush hour traffic, all the while giving me little hints about where we were going. He told me that in truth he hadn't been at work all day, he had taken a half-day of vacation and spent the whole afternoon planning and running errands and getting the "destination" all ready for me! That trickster!
When we were on 5th St, approaching Washington Ave, I saw the tower of the Depot Hotel, where Ryan's friend Luke works. Luke's given us free drinks and appetizers on a few occasions, so I immediately guessed that Ryan and Luke were in cahoots. I was right! Luke managed to snag an amazing deal on a very impressive three-room hotel suite that had a jacuzzi tub!
Ryan made me wait outside the hotel room, though, while he poked in to make sure everything was right. He led me into the room, rose petals scattered everywhere, and showed me around our impressive digs--apparently "the Governator" was the last guest to use that particular suite! I wandered around for a few minutes until Ryan asked me to come sit on the couch by him.
I knew something was amiss because he started acting weird. He sat on the edge of the couch and told me that while he'd said he was working late last night, in reality he left at normal time and went to the Poulter family home, where my father and step-mom were quite touched that he asked their permission to ask me to marry him.
I think he said some more things, but I'm not quite sure--it's fuzzy already! Then he dropped down onto one knee and, with shaky hands, held up a ring and asked me to marry him! And, of course, I smiled REALLY WIDELY and said yes! And he put that sparkly ring on my finger (which fits perfectly and was chosen with the help of my sister--so much secrecy lately!)! We popped open some champagne, and set to work calling and texting everyone we know.
We called a lot of family and friends. I think the best reactions were my brother who asked "Are you pregnant?" when I told him that I had big news, and Ryan's friend Chris' wife, who heard Chris say "Congratulations!" and started screaming.
The rest of the night went by quickly. We went to Wasabi for a delicious sushi dinner, were given a tempura ice cream dessert for free by the restaurant, met up with Jason, Jaime, and Christian for a celebratory drink at the hotel bar, used the awesome jacuzzi in the bathroom.
This morning, Luke brought a delicious breakfast up to our room and was SHOCKED when Jason opened the door! Ryan and I were not aware of it (since the bed is in a whole different room! Best hotel ever!) but Jason didn't think it wise to drive home after drinking with us. A+ for safety! We ate delicious eggs, bacon and hash browns with toast and orange juice in the big stately bed. Awesome.
I was just a little sad that Ryan didn't have a speech prepared or anything. I guess I imagined that he would. Might be best, though, because if he had waxed on about his love for me I would have surely cried a lot (which he AND my parents thought I would!). And I think I wish he wouldn't have told me that he asked my parents before he actually proposed, because I knew it was coming! But those are silly small things, and the important part is that we are engaged! To be married!
This is totally uncharted waters for little old Lauren Poulter; being engaged feels sort of weird right now! I almost feel like it's pretend, or something. I don't feel like I'm old enough to get married, either! Who, me, a grown up? Already? Are you SURE? Getting engaged and married is something that other people do! I always thought I would, of course, but the reality of it hasn't quite set in yet.
I really do look lovely in diamonds, though!
Yep, yep, just a normal day.... except for the big shiny thing that sits on the third finger of my left hand!
Yes, as most (all?) people surmised, Ryan's big surprise was proposing to me! And I said yes!
I'm going to write as much of it down as I can, so that I have a record of it! Bear with me, as it will surely get long-winded.
Ryan instructed me to bag an overnight bag, to be dressed slightly fancy, and to be ready to go around 5pm on Friday. I was nervous as nervous gets! I was pacing the floors and cleaning and doing anything I could think of to distract myself. Finally Ryan arrived, he changed clothing and we hopped in the car.
I had assumed that we would be going downtown for our little adventure, and I was right. Ryan drove through the rush hour traffic, all the while giving me little hints about where we were going. He told me that in truth he hadn't been at work all day, he had taken a half-day of vacation and spent the whole afternoon planning and running errands and getting the "destination" all ready for me! That trickster!
When we were on 5th St, approaching Washington Ave, I saw the tower of the Depot Hotel, where Ryan's friend Luke works. Luke's given us free drinks and appetizers on a few occasions, so I immediately guessed that Ryan and Luke were in cahoots. I was right! Luke managed to snag an amazing deal on a very impressive three-room hotel suite that had a jacuzzi tub!
Ryan made me wait outside the hotel room, though, while he poked in to make sure everything was right. He led me into the room, rose petals scattered everywhere, and showed me around our impressive digs--apparently "the Governator" was the last guest to use that particular suite! I wandered around for a few minutes until Ryan asked me to come sit on the couch by him.
I knew something was amiss because he started acting weird. He sat on the edge of the couch and told me that while he'd said he was working late last night, in reality he left at normal time and went to the Poulter family home, where my father and step-mom were quite touched that he asked their permission to ask me to marry him.
I think he said some more things, but I'm not quite sure--it's fuzzy already! Then he dropped down onto one knee and, with shaky hands, held up a ring and asked me to marry him! And, of course, I smiled REALLY WIDELY and said yes! And he put that sparkly ring on my finger (which fits perfectly and was chosen with the help of my sister--so much secrecy lately!)! We popped open some champagne, and set to work calling and texting everyone we know.
We called a lot of family and friends. I think the best reactions were my brother who asked "Are you pregnant?" when I told him that I had big news, and Ryan's friend Chris' wife, who heard Chris say "Congratulations!" and started screaming.
The rest of the night went by quickly. We went to Wasabi for a delicious sushi dinner, were given a tempura ice cream dessert for free by the restaurant, met up with Jason, Jaime, and Christian for a celebratory drink at the hotel bar, used the awesome jacuzzi in the bathroom.
This morning, Luke brought a delicious breakfast up to our room and was SHOCKED when Jason opened the door! Ryan and I were not aware of it (since the bed is in a whole different room! Best hotel ever!) but Jason didn't think it wise to drive home after drinking with us. A+ for safety! We ate delicious eggs, bacon and hash browns with toast and orange juice in the big stately bed. Awesome.
I was just a little sad that Ryan didn't have a speech prepared or anything. I guess I imagined that he would. Might be best, though, because if he had waxed on about his love for me I would have surely cried a lot (which he AND my parents thought I would!). And I think I wish he wouldn't have told me that he asked my parents before he actually proposed, because I knew it was coming! But those are silly small things, and the important part is that we are engaged! To be married!
This is totally uncharted waters for little old Lauren Poulter; being engaged feels sort of weird right now! I almost feel like it's pretend, or something. I don't feel like I'm old enough to get married, either! Who, me, a grown up? Already? Are you SURE? Getting engaged and married is something that other people do! I always thought I would, of course, but the reality of it hasn't quite set in yet.
I really do look lovely in diamonds, though!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tomorrow night
Last night after Sarah and I got back from the yarn store (bad Lauren! Bad!) Ryan says to me, "On Friday, I need you to pack a little overnight bag, because I have a surprise for you!"
I love surprises, but this one is killing me!! He has to DJ on Saturday night, so we are obviously not going far. Where are we going? What are we doing??? AAAAGH! I want to know NOW!
I love surprises, but this one is killing me!! He has to DJ on Saturday night, so we are obviously not going far. Where are we going? What are we doing??? AAAAGH! I want to know NOW!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Liveblogging St Cloud, MN
I am, somewhat surprisingly to even myself, attention-shy a lot of the time. It's probably not surprising to anyone that I'm shy, generally (I don't think I spoke directly to Ryan's parents until my second or third time meeting them!)
So it's giving me fair amount of anxiety that Ryan's DJ table is perched atop a stage at this restaurant/venue we're at for tonight's gig. Apparently, the normal setup is for the bridal party to be atop the stage, but this bride has a whopping 12 people in her party, which is more than the stage can hold. So the DJ equipment is on the stage, and I sit looking down upon (very!) cramped seating for 150+. I can't wait for dinner to start, so that they can all watch me as I attempt to not spill Italian food on my suit.
The benefit of going to all these wedding receptions is that I do get lots of ideas and first-hand experience that I can use when I plan my eventual wedding (which I tell Ryan, of course, and he starts sweating a little more than normal) In any event, though, it's a free meal and usually a free drink or two. Which is nothing to complain about, even if I am on display!
So it's giving me fair amount of anxiety that Ryan's DJ table is perched atop a stage at this restaurant/venue we're at for tonight's gig. Apparently, the normal setup is for the bridal party to be atop the stage, but this bride has a whopping 12 people in her party, which is more than the stage can hold. So the DJ equipment is on the stage, and I sit looking down upon (very!) cramped seating for 150+. I can't wait for dinner to start, so that they can all watch me as I attempt to not spill Italian food on my suit.
The benefit of going to all these wedding receptions is that I do get lots of ideas and first-hand experience that I can use when I plan my eventual wedding (which I tell Ryan, of course, and he starts sweating a little more than normal) In any event, though, it's a free meal and usually a free drink or two. Which is nothing to complain about, even if I am on display!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
My boyfriend
Imagine life from my vantage point:
Sitting on the couch, while silly Ryan is in the kitchen. He's wearing a headband because he's sweating up a storm doing the dishes. Roscoe, Sarah's fat beagle, is watching him intently in case any food drops to the ground. Ryan hasn't shaved in about a week and a half.
I'm sitting here, on the couch, and I look over and think, "What a cute, nice boyfriend I have! He's doing the dishes!" and then ma cher blond burst out singing, "TRADITIOOOOOOOOOOON! TRADITION!" from "Fiddler on the Roof". He actually sings a couple lines from the musical, but the refrain is all I catch.
(Maybe "Fiddler on the Roof" is one of the things that Ryan and my sister Kate talk about in their mysterious emails! They were both a part of said musical.)
So, yeah. Life is funny. But good. And my boyfriend still rocks :)
Sitting on the couch, while silly Ryan is in the kitchen. He's wearing a headband because he's sweating up a storm doing the dishes. Roscoe, Sarah's fat beagle, is watching him intently in case any food drops to the ground. Ryan hasn't shaved in about a week and a half.
I'm sitting here, on the couch, and I look over and think, "What a cute, nice boyfriend I have! He's doing the dishes!" and then ma cher blond burst out singing, "TRADITIOOOOOOOOOOON! TRADITION!" from "Fiddler on the Roof". He actually sings a couple lines from the musical, but the refrain is all I catch.
(Maybe "Fiddler on the Roof" is one of the things that Ryan and my sister Kate talk about in their mysterious emails! They were both a part of said musical.)
So, yeah. Life is funny. But good. And my boyfriend still rocks :)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
potd make-up: photos from camping in welch on a found camera
Just a handful of snaps from Welch. Taken on my "new" Canon SD1000. I found the guy at the Metrodome, sitting in a cupholder, after a loss to Detroit. I turned it in to Lost and Found, giving them my name and number in case it wasn't claimed. It wasn't! While it's not an amazing camera, it's a major upgrade from the Kodak EasyShare that was stolen when our house was robbed. (Its list price is $300, over the EasyShare's $150)
Depending on your belief system: The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away; or: I'm Even Steven!
I'm waiting for an extra battery pack and charger that I bought off of Ebay, so I only have taken a handful of shots on it.
Ryan reading the baseball novel I bought him.
View of the campsite.
Aww, he's such a cutie when he is tired!
Nick reads.
Master of the charcoal grill.
Ryan is also master of eating.
Depending on your belief system: The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away; or: I'm Even Steven!
I'm waiting for an extra battery pack and charger that I bought off of Ebay, so I only have taken a handful of shots on it.
Ryan reading the baseball novel I bought him.
View of the campsite.
Aww, he's such a cutie when he is tired!
Nick reads.
Master of the charcoal grill.
Ryan is also master of eating.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Funemployment
I forgot to mention yesterday that Sarah had two equally wonderful quotes when I told her that I was laid off:
"You'll have so much time to knit now!"
"Oh! Now's the perfect time to have a BABY!"
I'll let you guess which one is not happening.
"You'll have so much time to knit now!"
"Oh! Now's the perfect time to have a BABY!"
I'll let you guess which one is not happening.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
About Ryan, With Mushiness
I have a wonderful boyfriend who is wonderfully silly.
Last week, we were lounging on the couch, watching a movie or something. I had my head in his lap. He looked down at me, started stroking my hair and singing to me softly: "Go to sleep, you weary hobo..."
Weirdo! I love it.
And yesterday, when we were playing our game of one-upmanship in mushy, disgusting nicknames: "You have the heart of an Eskimo sailor and the soul of an earthworm from heaven."
Last week, we were lounging on the couch, watching a movie or something. I had my head in his lap. He looked down at me, started stroking my hair and singing to me softly: "Go to sleep, you weary hobo..."
Weirdo! I love it.
And yesterday, when we were playing our game of one-upmanship in mushy, disgusting nicknames: "You have the heart of an Eskimo sailor and the soul of an earthworm from heaven."
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