first dances

Any ideas...at all? I'm lost!

xoxoxo
molly

Night Terrors

The move is complete! Molly and I are officially moved in to our apartment thanks to Mike Welch, U-Haul, and Bagels-4-U X-tra Strong Brew coffee. Here's what I like best about the move being over:

1. Not coming home to a 'scary loner' apartment. With Molly's organizational skills (including strategically placed lamps and plants) the apartment now feels habitable - a place to relax rather than a cavernous, echo-y squat that smells like ketchup and broken dreams.

2. Insta-fam. That's right - I get double-bonus points because not only do I get a nice place to live, but I also pick up an instant-family that includes: one fiance (Molly) and two awesome kitties (Ally and Jackson). Who could ask for anything more? Actually I could use a hovercraft, but that's not going to happen. Yet.

Here's what I do not like about the move being over: night terrors. Yep, night terrors. Let me tell you something - I've seen some scary crap in the course of my life (midnight Romanian border-crossings pre-fall-of-the-Iron-Curtain, jumping out of a plane, and my final Statistics exam at b-school), but honestly: until you've had a cat leap on to your chest during REM sleep, you don't know fear.

he finally proposed!

Rick asked me to be his wife on July 29, 2006. The scenario was...I was in the kitchen of our new apartment putting dishes away, as usual! I stood on the counter to reach a top shelf, Rick protesting the entire time "You'll hurt yourself! Let me! Let me!" Thinking he was a fool, I promptly ignored him and stood up. BAM! I hit my head on the ceiling! I retreated to a more comfortable position on the counter and rubbed my sore noggin. Rick was sitting up on the counter with me, rubbing his knees and looking like he was about to puke (he didn't know that I noticed that!). He kept asking me if I wanted something out of the cupboard. "Of course I don't!" Over and over he asked. As I sat, rubbing my head, he pulls out the ring box and puts it into my hand..."Are you sure you don't want this?" "What is this?" I replied...feeling my heart in my throat...I knew what is was! "It's yours if you say yes...and so am I" and he hopped of the counter, got down on one knee, opened a box with the most beautiful ring I have ever seen, and asked. "YES!" We popped the champagne and celebrated amidst the chaos that was our apartment. Rick likes to think that is was the sheer corny-ness of his lines that made me say yes...I like to think it was the daze from the bump on the head. Either way, we're both in for it! Please join us as we plan our wedding (and hopefully not lose our minds in the process!).
xoxoxoxo
molly