Snappy Dragon and the Perils of Caring Too Much

Joe and I ate dinner at Judy Fu’s (which was delicious) but all the whie I just kept thinking, “Man, I am burned out!”  I have been waking up extra early each day to go to the gym, which will finally start showing some results now that my recently diagnosed thyroid problems are being taken care of.  I feel like I’m constantly running – to the gym, to work, to school.  I never eat lunch anymore – I spread it out into snacks throughout the day that don’t require actual sitting.  And here I am, trying to figure out wedding stuff.  I don’t know if I can hack it.  The wedding is a ways away, and I like to think about it, but maybe I shouldn’t.  Maybe I should throw it on the back burner for a while and just go day-by-day. Unfortunately, going day-by-day has often resulted in things sneaking up on me and then me freaking out and rushing around all over again.

At least I got to eat some kick-ass noodles.

Long time, no see.

Well, some doin’s have been a transpiring in Shilohville lately, and I feel the need to expel some of my brain sludge to make room for more, well, brain sludge. After four years, Joe has proposed to me and we are now engaged to be married. We are tentatively setting a date around the month of August, in 2011. The wedding and reception will be taking place in Anacortes complete with karaoke and various other wacky madness. We have a tight budget, but with our Army of Crafty Friends, I think we’ll be able to pull something together that will be quite brimming with awesomeness.

The proposal was an emotional affair. He proposed atop a large hill at Rosario Beach in Deception Pass State park, and I surprisingly cried, seeing that I am not much for happy tears. What I wasn’t at all prepared for was the surprise engagement party awaiting us at the local Anacortes bowling alley, complete with all of my local friends. Talk about cognitive dissonance. My brain basically melted, and I cried like a baby.

Shock and Awe

Joe Smooches

Showing the Bling

Designed by the man himself

Oh dear readers, be prepared for the deluge of wedding madness that will ensue.