December 23rd - My sister was asked for her hand in marriage.
December 24th- My best friend Melinda was asked for her hand in marriage.
December 25th - After 3 Christmas parties all with Clint's side, he takes me to the square to see the Lights of the Ozarks and to take pictures. Then we go up to the top of Mount Sequoyah to the Cross to look down at all of Fayetteville. I wasn't expecting it since my sister and friend were just recently engaged. He "lost his camera cap" and had me help to look for it under the cross. I in frustration asked if I needed to pat him down, and he very sheepishly said yes. I patted his pockets and found a square box and completely froze. He whipped it out, put the ring on my finger and asked if I would marry him. He then realized out loud oh I'm supposed to be on one knee and squats. I squealed and said yes and literally almost head butted him when I went in for the first engaged kiss. I posted pictures of the ring in the last post. The main diamond was given to him from his mom. It's from the ring his dad gave her before he passed away. I feel so privileged to be even considered to wear this ring on my hand.
The next day I got to show off my ring to my parents. Dad wasn't happy with me for speaking my mind about how proud I was for DJ still wanting to be with Kelly despite Dad's attempts to scare him off. Then he wasn't happy with where and how I want to be married. He wanted me to have my wedding in McRae so he can show me off to the town just like one of his prized show horses. Isn't it supposed to be my big day where we do everything according to how Clint and I want it to be done?! I think I just need to come to terms that my father and I will more than likely never really agree or see eye-to-eye. As my mom said if I was to give him the chance to walk me down the aisle, we would get into an argument halfway down it and I would stomp off to my goal my destination and he would stomp off in the other direction.
My poor sister's fiancé can't ever get a break. Clint asked my dad for my hand in marriage which I told him I didn't care if he did or didn't and preferred if he didn't. As most of you know if you know me at all, my sister has already had a child with her guy. Everybody has been pressuring them to get married and asking when they are that it literally stole what little romance could have been made from their situation. Yes they love each other and are very happy - they work hard for everything and take care of their son. Amidst the pressuring, her guy asked her to marry him but didn't ask my dad. So now the poor guy is being compared to Clint by my dad saying how he has respect for Clint but none for this guy. Now I'm normally not for the "holier than thou" crap. I mean that in the sincerest way possible. I had it crammed down my throat so much that well I can't handle it when someone pulls those cards out on me. I believe as Christians yes we should help out a brother or sister when they stumble but to quote scripture at them like they're constantly in the wrong well what's Christian about that? People shouldn't remind others of their faults verbally and point blank but by their own actions. If you cannot even complete the action yourself, then you cannot bring about the topic of how that fellow is stumbling for you are as well.
Enough of that....for now.
This past Christmas season had me so busy that I neglected my blog, but it was once of the best Christmases ever. Thank you Clint for making me the happiest girl ever. Poor guy - most people said well what took so long or about time. I won't lie I was thinking the same thing. He's more reserved and careful with big decisions where I'm impulsive and I dive in head first without thinking all the possibilities out first. Usually I'm lucky and blessed that when I dive it works out for the better. Some life lesson learned usually is the worst outcome.
I have a new set of wheels - BRAND USED!! Thank you Lord for providing!! Now I just need that perfect job where I'm capable of making all A's in school, being available for Sundays and Wednesdays services, and still have time to see friends and my new fiancé. It is sooo weird to call him fiancé!! :-D
Saw Sherlock Holmes 2, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo in the theaters - excitedly waiting for the Hunger Games trilogy to come out in the movies. I asked for that trilogy for Christmas and have finished them already. Sad to have finished them so quickly. I have many books on my list to read including becoming acquainted again with my Bible. I guess my rebellion against religion is coming to a close finally. I have Scott Karnes and my wonderful grandpa to thank for bringing me back from atheist views.
I colored my hair again to get rid of the last of the blonde in my hair. From now on letting my hair do it's own thing with color and hopefully curl whenever I'm able to bend over again.
Had gum surgery - gum graphs taken from the roof of my mouth and placed and stitched in over spots that had receded severely. No solid food for another week and 2 days. Ugh. Lots of pasta, ice cream, baked sweet potatoes, and Ensure drinks for me. Who would have ever thought that one could get sick of ice cream.
Now if I can only find that perfect job to pay for my new wheels and to hopefully get a new bed for me and in the future for Clint. I cannot for the life of me get a good night's rest on the current one I have. Too firm.
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