Engaged!

In case you didn’t already know, Feller and I have decided to enter into Marital Bliss together. You know … eventually. Neither of us are in any big hurry to get it done, and while I also don’t think there’s much reason for a long engagement, Feller wants to wait until I’m done with my degree. So we’re looking at getting hitched about a year – a year and a half from now. And before I get any unwanted advice or any feelings are hurt about anything having anything to do with a wedding, we’re probably just going to run and away and not tell anyone until after it’s over. We just have too many people in too many hemispheres of the globe to tell anyone, “Hey bitches, this is where we’re getting married, you better shell out or miss out.” It’s just easier this way. Plus, we’d rather save the money that we’d spend on a wedding for a several kickass parties where ever our loved ones are or to move or to have an awesome vacation together. Neither of us care about that one day.

Feller asked me about rings in September/October, so I’ve known this was coming for some time. Unfortunately, we had some complications with the ring that caused him to put it off (apparently, you CANNOT send diamonds from South Africa to the US. You just can’t). Just when we had decided to look into other ring options and get engaged when we go to Hawaii in May, another ring complication arose, which meant that we will end up with a beautiful, amazing, meaningful ring that I will love forever … that wouldn’t be ready until several months after our Hawaii vacation, if then. Because shipping diamonds overseas is HARD, y’all (seriously, if any of y’all know how to get diamonds from the UK to California, we’d SUPER DUPER appreciate it if you’d let us know).

Anyways, Feller and I got home from a bar a couple Fridays ago, started talking about the ring and bemoaning how long this getting engaged thing is taking. Next thing I know, Feller is down on one knee in our bedroom, surrounded by all our dirty laundry and asking me to marry him. SERIOUSLY. Seriously spontaneously asking me to marry him, no planning, no ring, no nothing, and it was AMAZING. Beautiful. And as romantic as I could have possibly hoped for.

And while we wait for our diamonds, he bought me an amazingly beautiful $25 CZ ring off Amazon. I love it so much, and I can bang it around all I want at work without worrying about hurting it. Because it was TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS.

The Little Things

My feller does this thing where he will only watch movies and buy video games if they have a certain high rating, which kind of drives me crazy because SOMETIMES, I just want to watch the Omega Man even though it’s only got three stars! Sometimes, I just need trashy entertainment, but the feller believes in Ratings. And so, when he started subscribing to Netflix, he began rating everything he watched or had ever watched because Netflix has an algorithm something something contest something increased by 10% something blah blah RATE YOUR MOVIES. I’m more of a … not ratings person, so I never bothered to rate any of my movies on Netflix because I just don’t see the point, even after he tried to tell me about the algorithm and how it can help me find movies the way it has helped him. But EH. My queue is already ridiculously long. I don’t really need help finding things to watch.

Until the day I finished the instant view Bones and had to wait for a disc in the mail but had nothing else I was terribly interested in watching in the meantime. I decided to let Netflix find something for me to watch, and I began rating things. And one night, we were sitting on the couch watching TV and playing video games (him) and tooling around on the internet (me), when he happened to notice that I rated Bones quite highly. He looked at me and told me that me rating a TV series on Netflix was the sweetest thing he had ever seen. I’m still not sure what the big deal was, but he was charmed, and I’m glad for that.

Similarly, when I played this super fun run around and kill things while looking adorable game with him last night, he let me know that he was really happy I was having fun playing a video game with him.

I adore that these tiny actions of mine that seem so inconsequential make him so happy, that he is charmed when I make his bed, grateful when I stop by the grocery store for dinner and excited when I bake cookies. And his reaction makes me want to keep finding little things I can do to surprise him.