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Our Engagement Story

For those of you that aren't aware, my now fiance (I love saying that word!), Greg and I got engaged on Christmas Day. For those of you that did know and have been begging me for the story, here it is.

I knew something was going on. Greg had told me a while back that I was getting something "nice" for Christmas. I had asked for a good pair of earrings a while back so I didn't think anything of the statement until much later.

A few days before he popped the question, one of my good friends texted me taunting, "I know something you don't know" and also told me that all my close friends knew. I text messaged her and all the rest of my close friends begging to be let in on the secret but not one of them gave a smidgen of info up. Red flags went up EVERYWHERE, although I still didn't know what was really going on. A couple Christmases ago Greg took me on a day trip to Dallas for some shopping and an evening out  at Medievil Times, like we were little kids again. I was thinking maybe a trip.

All this text messaging was going on while I was out looking at Christmas lights with my family. My dad was encredibly quiet while we drove. Apparently he had a lot on his mind because Greg had just sat him down a few hours before and asked for my hand.

Then Christmas Eve rolled around and we spent it with my family, which really isn't odd. Greg has spent Christmas Eve with us for two years, I think. Now that I look back though, everyone seemed a little tense. We all celebrated our Lord, said our good nights and headed for our Christmas beds, I in my traditional spot at Grandma's with my family and Greg at his parents' house. Greg had stated earlier that his gift this year was personal, so he wanted to give it to me in private on Christmas day, so my instructions were to call him whenever I was done with family Christmas and dressed. More red flags, but Greg is a writer so I was thinking a love poem or some other romantic gesture. Little did I know it would be the BIGGEST romantic gesture.

On Christmas day, we were up at the crack of dawn as usual, had Christmas and breakfast. The rest of Christmas day for my family usually consists of napping on and off throughout the day and that's about it, so I was a little begrugened to have to get dressed and go back to my place. I wasn't moving fast enough, so Grandma got a little pushy. "Have you called Greg yet?" "Go get dressed," she said a bazillion times.

Eventually I did leave for my house and got decently dressed, thank goodness, because I knew Greg had family in town whom we'd probably be seeing at some point that day. I called Greg then and when he arrived he was wearing his new sport coat. I commented on how handsome he looked, all the while wondering why it was he was wearing such a fancy, warm coat on a rather mild Christmas day. I went back in my room like an idiot to get my purse because I thought we were going somewhere right then.

When I returned to the hall, Greg was waiting for me. He said we should exchange presents right then and he was going first. He handed me a copy of Men are Mars and Women are from Vensus and said that I need to read that and understand because we are going to spend a lot of time together, then he got down on a knee, pulled a small box out of his coat, looked up at me and sincerely asked, "Bria, will you marry me?" He opened the box then and when the glittering ring caught my eye, my hearing shut off, so I'm not sure of what my exact response was. Greg says that I exclaimed, "WHAT?! OF COURSE! YES!!!" I know that I then pulled Greg off the ground into the biggest bear hug I could manage and just hugged him for a couple minutes straight. My hearing did finally come back to Greg trying to get my attention. He asked, "Well, are you going to put it on?"  I responded, "If you'll put it on me," with a big grin on my face.

Then for about an hour I just stared either at the ring or him, because I couldn't believe what had just occurred!  Once I decided that I wasn't dreaming we proceded to inform our family and friends.

In conclusion, 2008 has been a roller coaster of a year for me. It was accented with such highs of joy like the one above and reading the letter that stated I was accepted into the physical therapy school I wanted, setting my career dreams within sight. 2008 also has brought me great inner turmoil as well, due to the most strenuous academic schedule I've had in my life. I took 17 hours in the spring, summer and fall so that I could graduate on time next May and get going with the rest of my life. Some people might take that many hours in two years! I also buried three friends and collegues this year, which in my opinion should not occur to someone my age. My prayer for 2009 is that you and I find stability in God as change boils about us. Happy 2009, everyone!

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What should I name my New Sugar Glider?

My Merry Christmas to me present is a new pair of sugar gliders. I've been trying to get a friend or two for my lonely glider for a few months and finally got approval from the rescue place! I'm so excited! I'm picking them up after Christmas!

They are both females and have names already. One's name will stick-- Tabitha-- the other needs a new name. The glider I have is named Simeon... so we've a Biblical name thing going on and the other name doesn't fit. 

Click here to vote in my poll!

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Mourning

Someone my age should not have to mourn as many of her peers as I have in one year. It's not fair. I don't like it. I'm tired of my friends dying off like this. Could the rest of you please manage to keep your feet out of the grave for a while for my sake if nothing else? Thanks.

Rest now, wandering soul, rest. We'll miss you, Chris!

In Loving Memory of Sergeant Chris Norris.