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Scenes from a Proposal: The Boy

If you’ve had just about enough of the PROPOSAL talk, I suggest you check back later in the week.

‘Cause it ain’t gonna stop. I can’t help it.

And because I wanted to know what the day was like for him, I asked The Boy to write a post about last Tuesday. What follows is the way HE experienced the proposal. Two hours ahead of me and 2,300 miles away.


I never imagined the day that I would witness an almost 5-year-old beat the daylights out of a couple of grown-ups in the game … er … sport of bowling. Yeah, the bumpers were up, and yeah, the “almost 5-year-old” (that would be MP) used ‘em. But so did the “grown-ups.” I didn’t think it could happen. Then again, a few months with Mommypie proved to me that a lot of things I never thought could happen, already have.

If I take step back and look at my life over the last 12 months + 2 weeks, I feel as though, had I been paying attention, I could have watched the stars align. What was phenomenally bad luck 12 months ago, in fact created a nearly perfect stage for what has happened and what will follow. Some say everything happens for a reason, some call it destiny. I think it just might be simple 1st grade math. 1+1=2, and 2 is greater than 1. Its just a matter of finding the right “one.”

I, yes I, found the right 1. And a few days ago asked her to MARRY ME. I’d be glad to tell you all about it, but I have a funny feeling you already know. What you don’t know is the flat tire, dead battery, no AAA, helpless feeling that I had all day and evening on that long day.

Marcy from The Glamorous Life had created “Thenotsofirsteverbutsinglegreatestbiggestandmostfun” Wedding Proposal Ever, and Mommypie’s Mommy had positioned the ring. Everything was in place. Except Mommypie, who was blissfully clueless. The text messages between us that day prove just HOW clueless. (Keep in mind I’m on the East Coast — two hours ahead of Mommypie.)

Me: 10:50 a.m. EST – Crocus flowers opened today. Its going to be a great day!

If you only knew how great. HA!

Her: 10:55 a.m. EST – I love it. It WILL be a great day. ILY

Her: 4:09 p.m. – Just ran into your dad at Columbo’s and had a nice little chat.

Crap, dad knows I’m proposing! And he can’t shut up!

Her: 4:56 p.m. – God I love you.

Me: 4:58 p.m. – Me too. Where are you?

Her: 4:59 p.m. — In the car headed to a coffee shop close to MP.

She could find the proposal any minute. Which means I need to finish my work, get my arse inside and onto the computer and pay attention.

Her: 5:51 p.m. 20 members so far today! Woo Hoo!

Whew, caaluewwwww-less!

Me 5:52 p.m. – Giddy-up

Me 8:36 p.m. – Pa Pie! Heh heh, you will get it eventually. Mean time, everyone is waiting.

Ok, time to at least make her think something is up.

Her: 8:38 p.m. – Wha? I’m home. Going to eat a little then home. Xoxoxo Mysterio!

Me: 8:41 p.m. – Then home? Are you at your mom’s?

Her: 8:42 p.m. – Yup just for a bit.

Cool. I have a minute to respond to all these FB notifications, and text messages!

Me to Mommypie’s Mommy: 8:44 p.m. – Please kick her out of your house.

Mommypie’s Mom: 8:45 p.m. – SHE JUST LEFT.

FYI, Mommypie’s Mommy had no idea what was happening. At this point the Blogosphere is going nuts, and I’m perfectly happy. I know her routine. Time to sit back, watch and enjoy everyone else’s anticipation.

Me: 9:34 p.m. – Go here. (Tiny Url forwarded from Marcy.) We can’t wait anymore.

Her: 9:37 p.m. – Wha? That link goes nowhere.

Crap. Call Marcy.

Me: 9:38 p.m. – Go read a blog.

Yeah, I was getting impatient. Only because everyone else was rattling the bars on the cage and threatening to tip over the Internet.

Me: 9:55 p.m. – Any blog.

Ok Bloglidites get her here! Its out of my hands now! And my patience is up.


Yup. At the exact minute my ship came in, I was yelling at my airport.

Her on the Proposal Blog: 9:55 p.m. – OH. MY. GOD. I really should be leaving some hugely profound comment here, knowing this post will be recorded and kept forever, but all I can come up with is … YES. YES. YES!!! If I could get the letters any bigger I would! If there were audio, you’d hear me laughing. If there were video, you’d see me smiling from ear to ear. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU Dave. Yep. Soulmate.

Me: 10:35 p.m. — To my very own mother – SHE SAID YES! THREE TIMES!

Me: At this very second – Yup. Soulmate.

And … as Paul Harvey used to say, now you know the rest of the story.


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Scenes from a Proposal: The Mastermind

Tuesday wouldn’t have happened the way it did without the awe-inspiring talents of Marcy of The Glamorous Life Association. If you don’t already read her, you need to start. She’s witty. She’s smart. She’s funny. And she’s one of my favorite bloggers.

Apparently, however, I need to do a better job leaving comments. After all was said and done Tuesday night, Marcy was afraid I didn’t know who she was.

I told her to put down the crack pipe.

And then professed my undying love.

And promised an open bar at the wedding. (Which, turns out, The Boy was already all over.)

We bloggers are a funny bunch.

So, I thought it important to share Marcy’s take on the events leading up to the Big Question. What follows is the email she sent late Tuesday night. The email that made The Boy cry. The email I will keep forever.

Hi there!

I have to say this first. I have a feeling when this all went down- you might have been thinking….”Marcy who?” I know you read me occasionally and I have commented a little on your blog. I think you and I emailed about the use of name/URL and Anonymous comment option at one point too. But I know that…I am hardly one of your closest and dearest blogger friends. I just wanna get that out there. So you don’t feel bad. Or creeped out. Or bad AND creeped out.

I left the original comment about ‘hey why don’t you propose on my blog’….when I was just trying to be funny. Which is pretty much every waking moment for me. I have a hard time at funerals. But that is another story…..

I was surprised when The Boy emailed me. I was thrilled…but surprised. And mostly I was honored. I felt honored to participate in such a life changing event. I never had the heart to tell him that, well….”Mommypie probably doesn’t even really know me.”….so I just ran with it.

We e-mailed every single day for about a month. Sometimes, many many times a day. And it was not long before I was totally charmed by him. Killer sense of humor. You are so lucky. Not to mention….hubba, hubba…he is a major hunk. (okay now THAT was creepy. Sorry). We talked about when, and how. And if he should be there or not. And how the heck we would get you to read my blog at a specific time!

As the e-mails progressed I learned more about him (like he is a dad, a woodworking guy, etc.) and about you. And I loved it. And then the job thing. Oh crap the job thing. He was on the phone to you and typing to me that we had to move the proposal up by several weeks. He wanted it now! SO I had to hussle and really get my ‘campaign’ in motion. I sent hundreds of emails….all personal pleas to people to participate. But the hard part was keeping it a secret……which I did until yesterday. Yesterday the whole frickin Internet KNEW. And to my surprise NO ONE told you. We all love a surprise I guess.

I came up with the linky idea (which I think took about 900 e-mails to get The Boy to understand the whole plan) and of course the Proposal 2.0 blog. Once I changed my header design and format- and he was not having it….and wanted it changed back…’cuz Mommypie will like it better’. Which was just adorable.

We chatted about the ring. He told me you wanted tattoo rings. And I told him…”she is just letting you off easy. Get her a ring. Any ring. She will love it” And I hope I was right. He sent me photos of rings and I sent him ones I had found too…..we were BFFs for a few weeks. The Engagement Planners (mmm, Lifetime movie of the week perhaps?).

I begged him for a photo. On bended knee with the ring. In a tie. And he tried. I mean, I think he tried….but it just didn’t feel right to him. So in the end we went with the check-out-how-serious-I-love-this-wood-table-photo he already had. Did you notice the hat? It says ‘The Boy.” Yeah I had fun with that.

So the day came. I posted it the night before actually. And for some reason…The Boy’s Internet wouldn’t allow him into my site! Oh it was crazy. I think we sent like 20 emails just that night back and forth. He was on the phone with you for most of it……and then yesterday.

He CALLED me (first time ever) in a panic about the ring. It didn’t fit in the mailbox and I almost died laughing that it was now waiting under a laundry pile. SO GLAMOROUS. I didn’t want you to come to my site until I had at least 40 links. I wanted you to really see that this was a big deal (it has done so well, even I am impressed! Up to 80 right now), and then the play by play started. “She is going to cafe with wireless.” “She is picking up MP. Its snowing.” “She is giving MP bath.” “She is eating at her moms! WTF!!!”…we were going INSANE. I went to your blog and left a comment….Finally I sent the email asking you to participate in Mr. Linky – and made it look like it went to loads of people….but even THAT didn’t work! So I sent The Boy a tinyurl for my site – which as you know by now he texted it to you…and you looked and said “I don’t get it”……ARRGGGHHHH! I was going insane and my phone was ringing off the hook. I was getting emails every minute from people wanting to KNOW!!!!!! When MY MOM called me asking if you read it yet…I almost fell out of my chair. Even my kids were asking for updates every 10 seconds. Oh it was TENSE.

Finally, thank God – finally YOU. READ. IT.

And here we are.

And there you are.

I was really happy to do this for you. You both seem like good, nice, normal people. And mostly I did it because you are being brave. You are taking a chance. You are swimming up stream and believing in LOVE and your own judgment. And those are things that I can get behind.

Well, I did it for those reasons and The Boy promised me an open bar at the wedding.
FYI. I have saved all of The Boy’s emails. So if you ever want them……for your grandchildren or something….let me know!!!!


Heh. She thinks we’re normal people.


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