Engaging Information For Once

I have at least two, if not three half finished posts that I never managed to get put up. They discuss things like the ceiling falling in again after it was plastered; how uncomfortable our pull out couch is and a woman on etsy who went postal (sorry dad) when I gave her two postive ratings and one neutral (apparently I should have just eaten her baby, it couldn't have been worse than the devastation left in the wake of a neutral comment).

I was going to stay up late on Saturday and write a post for you, then I was going to write one on Sunday. . . . You see where this is going right? It's Wednesday and I am just now getting something out for you. My boy and I got engaged this weekend. Probably you've already heard the story, but if not, here it is below (including my encouragement to all of you non-homeowners to get a house NOW!!!!!!!!):

We were trying to save enough money to get a house under contract by the end of April (you know for the 8,000 incentive -- which if you can do would be brilliant you have to be under contract by the end of April, but you can close in June giving you two more months to save and then if you can get an fha loan you only have to give 3.5% down which for a lot of houses is the same as the tax incentive -- fha lets you use the incentive as a down payment as well -- see we did our research) anyway, we decided to focus on a wedding first and set aside the house plan.
When we had this discussion my boy said, I was going to ask you if you wanted to get married on President's day weekend but YOU wanted to look at a house (it was noon on the third day of the weekend, he was still in his pjs that day and the house was a half mile walk away, it's not like it was in PA). Then he said he was also planning on proposing on our church retreat, but I didn't go (I'm not sorry btw). I am unclear why he didn't just ask when he was giving me a list of all the times he would have asked but I messed it up, but whatever, the plan was set I was no longer focusing on the houses I was pining for. . .

This past Saturday, we went up to Halibut Point so he could take photos and then finally at the last spot just sat down next to me and said, "will you marry me" and shoved a ring box at me. So yeah, not a big story really and I am unclear still, on why an hour walk in our neighborhood ruined a plan like that, but you know, whatever.

We went to our friend's father's house that evening for a dinner party with my boy's small group and they were far more excited and sweet than I was (I think this may actually be true always, I don't think that Saturday was special).

When we arrived at the house, I stayed in the car talking to my mom while my boy went in ahead of me. About 10 min later I came in and was surprised that our friend didn't say congrats or ask to see the ring (oh, right, for those of you interested, it's an emerald cut solitaire with knife edge band). So I said "did you tell her?" and he said, "no, I thought you might want to." So basically my boy had been in the house with our friend 10 min and didn't mention the engagement once. He just cryptically said "she's talking to her mom." That's my boy. When the rest of his small group got there and found out, one of the women said, "That's so great! We've been praying for this!" I kind of think that is hysterical. The women in his small group meet separately and I assume that's where they've been praying about it, but I like to imagine them praying about it in their normal small group meetings right there in front of my boy. "Dear Lord, please, please let them get engaged!!"

My boy, unbeknownst to me, solicited addresses from a number of people earlier this week. One of those people was the pastor that leads our Thursday night group. The pastor's response to the email was: "About dang time!" Sort of the southern equivalent of my boy's mother's response of "well, it's about time."

I have a friend who was a weddingbee (remember a long time ago I mentioned reading it all the time cause I get so bored?). Another friend asked if I thought I would become a weddingbee now. The idea of weddingbee is that women blog the details of their wedding planning etc. If you've noticed, I am a terrible blogger. I think the world of wedding bloggers can breathe a sight of relief that I will not be joining their ranks. Perhaps I'll write a post or two about wedding planning, but more likely than not, I'll just add to the number of half finished posts.