Enshanting’s Weblog

Have mercy on me. I’m exhausted and have just started planning this whole weddin’ gig. You’d think with no more than 50 people coming, that it wouldn’t be that hard, right? Wrong. So wrong. Although, things are coming together quite nicely, I’m just batshit crazy and tired as hell.

I would like to plan this thing now, because if I wait too much longer, things will be booked right on up. So right now it is almost certainly official that we’ll be getting married on October 25th, of this year. :)))) <— Beaming chins. Hmmm, going to have to do something about those chins. Well, at least one or two of them anyhaps.

I’m looking at a small, romantical, warm, lovely weddin’ with family and close friends. Pink and chocolate brown will be my colors, and it’s going to be slightly on the vintage side.

I will tell you this, you find out rather quickly who loves you and supports you, and who doesn’t. Marriage is a useful tool to weed the fucktards out of your life. Try it sometime. My mother, who has always been my father too for my whole life, is bending over backwards. No, I didn’t even have to ASK. I’m important to her. We’re all important to her. I cherish her more than I could ever tell her. I owe her more than I could ever repay. While my “father” (and I use that term loosely) is taking a hands off approach, my mother is doing all that she can to keep me smiling. I decided I’m not going to make my mother feed my fat father and step mother’s faces. I just really don’t want my dad there. It’s not like he brings anything to a social outing anyway. People with anti-social personality disorder rarely do. Anyway, can you guess who will be in a nursing home, and whose ass I will be wiping when my parents get old? Bet you can.

So guess who’s walking me down the isle? Why this charming young fellow;

Well thank heaven for small miracles, and Michael Buble.

Easter. Easter? Want to know what I got for Easter? Well, I’m going to SHOW you. It came in a very small single pink egg.

We sat down after dinner at my mum’s house to watch the kids dig into their Easter baskets. My mother also got me an Easter basket with some way cool stuff from Florida - key chains, a Florida rabbit (or rather a chocolate gator), and other miscellaneous chocolates and what have yous.

Wait, I missed something. Brian tells me I have one basket left, and brings me this;

No, it’s not a chicken.

I picked up the egg and shook it. Truthfully, I thought it was something silly like change. I laughed, until I popped it open. My laughter turned quickly to sobs, and gasps for air. Brian sat down beside me, and then dropped quickly to one knee. “You’re my best friend,” he said. He took my hand in his, and both of our hands were trembling. I don’t even remember what he said for what seemed like several minutes. And then he asked me, “Will you marry me?” Of course I said YES! YES YES YES!!! He then said, “Really?” To which I say; “No! Duh! Of course YES!”

So check out my BLING! It’s so pretty in person that these pictures don’t even come close enough to doing it justice;

I am so glad to be marrying my best friend. It couldn’t have been any more of a surprise. He really got me. He did it on Easter because he knew I would expect some kind of “romantic” evening. He’s right, I would have known if he had intentions on doing it any other night. I love him for surprising me, and making me feel like a princess. Perfection is a huge understatement, for not only him, but for the ring, and for the entire day.

I love you all! HAPPY EASTER indeed!

I love you Brian. Thank you for being my rock, my lover, and most of all, the best friend I’ve ever had. You, complete me.