BSB Music Video Drinking Game: 2018 Version – Part 1

Hello friends! I promised an update of everyone’s favorite drinking game & I’m the kind of girl who keeps her promises. I will actually be playing the whole thing in real time (not with actual alcohol obvs) tonight with a recent BSB convert of mine. Tomorrow is actually the first anniversary of my dad’s death. I need something to look forward to & binge watching BSB videos pretending I’m drinking actual alcohol seems like a good idea. The rules really haven’t changed, though there have been a few additions (like new music! Yippee!) & some deletions. This will still be split into 2 entries as it’s just too damn long to cram into one. Ready or not, here we go.

Zee rules:

  • Set outside. This is including, but not limited to; fields, basketball courts, beaches, & parks. Two shots if a rain machine is involved.
  • Every initial shot of Kevin brooding OR he dumps water / a sports drink / some other liquid on himself like he’s Magic Mike.
  • Every time Nick points at the camera, but only with 1 hand. Two hands is a no go.
  • Every “vomit tease” What is a “vomit tease”, you ask? Grabbing one’s stomach & leaning over OR grabbing one’s stomach & leaning on a wall for support. This can also include leaning over bridges or balconies. Two shots if it’s Brian.
  • Every time Howie has his shirt off or open. Two shots if he takes it off during the video.
  • Every time AJ makes the prayer gesture OR he’s wearing a midriff bearing / fishnet / sheer shirt.
  • Miming the lyrics (maximum of 3 shots. You’ll thank me later.)
  • As always, I am free to add shots whenever I feel like it because there’s some stupid shit that goes down over the course of 21 years (I’m only using their US career).

“Get Down”

Final Shot Tally: 3 (1 Nick point, Miming the lyrics (x2))

Commentary: Don’t ask me how I missed this one on the first round. Maybe YouTube was hiding it from me. I don’t know. Regardless, this one had fewer shots than I thought it would for their early work. Of course, they were also dancing on a CGI disco ball wearing pants that all of them could fit into. Welcome to the early 90s. Nick never fails me with his pointing, though. Gotta love a reliable man (boy).

“We’ve Got It Goin’ On”

Final Shot Tally: 3 (2 Nick points, Kevin dumping water on himself)

Commentary: I’m not gonna lie, I’m secondhand embarrassed for them on this one. The intro, the outfits, the whole shebang. It’s kind of like finding pictures of yourself from middle school (unless you were actually cute in middle school in which case I hate you).  I got to see them live in Vegas in March 2017 & they performed this song. They cheated the hell out of the choreography. Of course, 40 year old knees don’t perform nearly as well as 20 year old knees, amirite?

“Anywhere For You”

Final Shot Tally: 9 (Set outdoors, 2 Nick points, Howie with his shirt off, Nick vomit tease, Brian vomit tease (x2) – 4 shots total)

Commentary: This is where things start to get ugly. I know they’re from Florida (3 out of 5 ain’t bad). I know there are beaches. I do not know why you would wear three layers on the beach in the middle of the day. Beyond that, one of those layers is velour. I do miss the days when they all had some serious bling in their ears. What’s really slaying me though is the 90s fashion. DID WE NOT ONLY THINK THIS WAS OKAY BUT ACTUALLY ATTRACTIVE? Mon Dieu…

“Quit Playing Games”

Final Shot Tally: 8 (Set outdoors, rain machine, Howie with his shirt off & takes it off (3 shots total), Nick point, Brian vomit tease (2 shots))

Commentary: Not only was this their first video to appear widely in the US, but it was also their highest peaking single ever (#2. How it beat “Everybody” is beyond me). As Kevin described it, they “looked like a bunch of beefcake”. No sweetie. Beefcake implies way more meat on your bones. Howie might have a shot, but the rest of y’all need to have a couple more cheeseburgers before you can earn the title of “beefcake”. However, “appealing to the budding sexual appetites of 13 year old girls” makes them sound like pedophiles. As you were.


At this point, it’s worth noting that we’re halfway through the bastard lovechild of their European / US album. We’ve still got 4 more to go. I know I’m excited.


“All I Have To Give”

Final Shot Tally: 3 (Howie with his shirt open, miming the lyrics, Nick vomit tease)

Commentary: They also performed this one in Vegas & went out into the audience to do so. AJ was in our section & was 12 rows away from me. 12 year old Emily would’ve fainted & 32 year old Emily was definitely getting the vapors. I admit to getting choked up talking about that show because the tickets were the last birthday / Christmas gift my parents gave me before my dad died. They knew how much I love my Boys & paid for the tickets. Mark was kind enough to take videos the entire show for me so I could actually enjoy it. So I guess I don’t have much to say about this video other than it’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to my first love & that show was a gift I’ll treasure for the rest of my life. Sorry y’all. Didn’t mean to kill the mood. Next!

“I’ll Never Break Your Heart”

Final Shot Tally: 9 (Kevin looking broody, AJ’s shirt, Howie with his shirt open, Miming the lyrics (x3), 3 Nick points)

Commentary: This is another one I’m secondhand embarrassed for them. Mostly for Kevin because he had to do that ridiculous spoken intro. The bad grammar is another thing. I want to smack their songwriter because apparently he slept through 4th grade. Also now that I’ve gained the Marriage 30, my cleavage can actually keep up with Howie’s. Go team. The very end doesn’t leave me feeling super confident with Nick & Kevin looking like they’re about ready to punch your lights out. I won’t break your heart, but I will break your face.

“Everybody”

Final Shot Tally: 0

Commentary: You’re Welcome.

“As Long As You Love Me”

Final Shot Tally: 4 (Miming the lyrics, Nick point, Kevin looking broody, Nick vomit tease)

Commentary: I could’ve sworn there was a Nick point in here, but it was with 2 hands. Nick, you failed me. YOU FAILED ME. This also the video where Brian met his wife which is the one piece of trivia even casual fans know. Now that Instagram is a thing & I follow all 5 of them, Leighanne looks like hell. She’s had so much plastic surgery done that I don’t even know where to start. She was cute in the video. There was nothing wrong. Now she looks 10 years older than (I assume) she is. Girl, why? Why? Just let nature take its course. Wear sunscreen, don’t smoke, & you’re set. It’s just sad. At least this dance routine is one that’s held up over the years because it doesn’t require floorwork. It had to happen eventually.

Total shots for the album(ish): 39


We’ve made it! We’ve made it to 1999! Who wants to party? (God rest Prince’s soul). We officially move on to Millennium which I believe sold something crazy like 1 million copies in the first week. I’ll google it later.


“I Want It That Way”

Final Shot Tally: 4 (Miming the lyrics, Nick point, Kevin looking broody, Nick vomit tease)

Commentary: I let the outdoor rule slide because it was only partially outside. This is easily my mom’s favorite of theirs. I know it’s one of their most popular, but it’s probably middle of the pack for me. This should be evident based on the fact I never particularly bothered myself with what “it” is. It also took me 16 years to figure out that the lyrics are reflexive. I was sitting in traffic when I figured that one out. I still like the version I heard all of once where the lyrics went “I love it when I hear you say I want it that way”.  The alluded recently to a rejected version of the song which I strongly suspect was that one. I guess I was outvoted.

“Larger Than Life”

Final Shot Tally: 2 (Howie with his shirt off & AJ’s fishnet shirt thingy)

Commentary: I have a theory. The bigger the budget, the fewer the shots. Why? They can afford to do all kinds of crazy shit that doesn’t require outdoor locales, rain machines, or otherwise too much work on the Boys’ part. This video is actually in the top 50 for most expensive music videos EVER made. I don’t think I need to give a lengthy explanation as to why. Throw in a big dance number & you’ve got yourself a music video. Rain machines need not apply.

“Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely”

Final Shot Tally: 2 (Brian vomit tease (2 shots))

Commentary: When the intro starts with a dedication to “everyone who has lost a loved one”, I wish I could hit up the wine. It is what it is, it’s part of the game, & it’s only 4:20. [Insert weed reference here]

“The One”

Final Shot Tally: 0

Commentary: This is entirely concert footage, so there’s really nothing to keep track of. The Georgia Dome that held the record for the largest indoor concert in the world no longer exists, but the stadium that stands in its place is itching to take over the title. My mom questioned the structural integrity of the building then & it turned out she wasn’t entirely wrong because it didn’t take that much to implode it. They may not be able to sell out the University of Michigan football stadium anymore (capacity 107,601 and the largest in the country. For scale Philips Arena where the Hawks play has a capacity of 21,000.), but you can bet your ass I’ll be one of the screaming fans on the next tour.

Final Tally for the Album: 8 (enjoy the break while it lasts. The budget is about to go down again.)


Previously, I’d been unable to properly put “Drowning” in the chronology. As it turns out, it was a track added to the Greatest Hits album in 2001. YouTube has blessed us with not one, but TWO versions. A “dry” version & a “wet” version. Yes, the latter is as awful as it sounds.


“Drowning” (Dry Version)

Final Shot Tally: 13 (Set outside, Broody Kevin, AJ prayer gesture, miming the lyrics (x3), 5 Nick points, 1 Nick vomit tease, 1 AJ vomit tease).

Commentary: This one turned into a monster real damn fast. I dunno what I was (or wasn’t) looking at when I did it the first time. My original tally was 8, but upon a rewatch it shot up to 13. I mistook one prayer gesture for AJ when it was actually Brian because they’re wearing the same color jacket. I don’t even know what the hell is going on with Nick, but he set a record at 5 (!!!) points. He may have been making up for ALAYLM. I’m only officially counting 1 Nick vomit tease, but in reality you could start pouring shots at the beginning & just keep going because he clings onto that damn column like his life depends on it through the whole thing. This has now officially tied “Incomplete” for highest shot count. Yikes.

“Drowning” (Wet Version)

Final Shot Tally: 9 (Set outside (it’s CGI, but I’m counting it), rain machine (see previous point), AJ’s shirt, Broody Kevin, miming the lyrics (x3), 2 Nick points)

Commentary: This. Was. Awful. That’s literally all I can say about this hot mess on toast that landed face down on a cat turd. You’ll see what I mean when you watch it.

Final Shot Tally for Both Versions: 22


We’ve made it! If you had been playing this with actual alcohol, you would’ve consumed 69oz so far which translates to roughly 2.75 bottles of your liquor of choice or a standard sized bottle of wine. Unless you’re a degenerate alcoholic, you’d probably be dead right now. This is why I don’t advocate playing with actual booze. I’m playing with Gatorade & my sidekick is playing with orange juice (sans champagne).

In Round 2 we’ll tackle Black & Blue, Never Gone, the Dark Years (i.e. those without Kevin), the 2013 reunion, & their new single. Go pee.


XOXO!

Of drama & how it only belongs in primetime

Hola party people!

We got back from Vegas on June 1 & it seriously took almost a week for my internal clock to readjust. It was nuts. Our vacation…wasn’t what I’d hoped. I mentioned in the Cliff Notes version of my last entry that there was some family drama in the wake of my dad’s death. In spite of blocking all of the offending family members in all possible forms, I couldn’t block them from my head. I was in a low key funk most of the week. It culminated in a meltdown in the MGM Grand. Not awesome. Mr Emily exchanged texts with one of the more civil family members to try & settle my nerves. The result was unsatisfactory, though not adversarial. Shortly thereafter, I decided I was OVER IT. I was over their bullshit, drama, &, quite frankly, childish behavior. So I was able to enjoy our last 2 days at least. We saw Cirque du Soleil (Michael Jackson One & Mystere) & David Copperfield. We ate. A lot. We won’t be able to go back until the end of next year thanks to my school schedule because summer semester starts the week before Memorial Day. *sad trombone*

Cut to today – I had the urge to wear my college class ring. I can’t remember the last time I wore it & I harbor A LOT of anger & resentment toward my alma mater. I went with it anyway. I learned a long time ago to trust my gut (including a car accident when I was 17). As I was dicking around on my iPad at work (I work in the on campus tutoring center & we have almost no traffic right now), I looked down at the ring & something dawned on me. That ring is a symbol. It’s a reminder of all that I survived. I survived everything that Will put me through. I walked through hell, I thought about taking my own life (more than once), but I came out the other side. I survived being repeatedly raped & then hearing “I love you” after. I will be DAMNED if I let these people walk all over me (or my mother). I have survived far worse than them. If they want to play this game, then fine. Don’t be surprised when I Cersei Lannister you with a smile on my face

I will also doxx the shit out of them when this is resolved because they earned it. The world deserves to see their true colors. I’m not afraid to wave mine.

😈😈😈

XOXO!

Current Jam: “Boys of Summer” Don Henley (The remake isn’t as good. Apparently they don’t think my generation knows what a “Deadhead” is. Or maybe they don’t. Either way, go OG).

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Of Oh My God and I’m Back Again

*sings* Emmy’s back, back again. Emmy’s back, tell a friend.

Funny story – my mom hated it when one of my aunts called me Emmy. It works for the intro, though.

Can we believe it’s been two and a half YEARS since I updated this bad boy? Needless to say A LOT has gone down (yes, there will be A LOT of ALL CAPS in this entry). Though this entry itself will actually be fairly short because Mr Emily & I are off to Vegas for yay-cation (you can thank one of my friends for that term) for a week starting tomorrow. For now, here’s a list version of the high (and low) points for the past 29 months.

The Good

  • Still married (obvs if we’re about to go on vacation).
  • Got accepted to Emory University for radiology (changed my life path, but that’s a whole entry on its own).
  • Made a bunch of awesome new friends during my time at GPC. I will miss them muchly when I start at Emory in the fall.
  • I actually did get an exit interview for Crimerica (aka Primerica) in the form of a giant packet of paper. Thus I was able to rip Jordan and Kyle the appropriate new ones. That felt SO GOOD.
  • I’ve become heavily involved in the indie nail polish community (it’s a thing. Promise.)
  • All the kitties are still alive and well.

The Bad

  • My dad passed away July 19, 2017. It wasn’t entirely unexpected. He’d been doing poorly for several months leading up to it. The cancer had spread to his entire body. In the end, it was almost a relief when he died because he suffered so much in the end. It doesn’t make it sting any less, though.
  • The friend who helped me navigate online dating from the male perspective (I believe I referred to him as The Fling, but I could be wrong) basically stopped talking to me when I got married. He later up & moved to Chicago. His kids are in college up there so that’s not a huge surprise, but it kind of felt like getting dumped all over again just because I was a married woman. That sucked.
  • A ton of family drama has sprouted in the wake of my dad’s death. I won’t air too much of that dirty laundry here until it’s been fully sorted out. Suffice to say that if my dad were alive, he’d be pretty pissed off at how his sisters are treating my mother.
  • My therapist who I’d been seeing for 6 years retired at the end of 2016 & I’ve yet to find a new one (I know, I know. Shame on me).

All of these things will get more airtime later, but that’s the gist of it for now. I hope y’all haven’t completely forgotten me. I know I haven’t forgotten you over the years!

XOXO!

Of 2015 & Years in Review

So we still have 13 days left in 2015. What’s less than 2 weeks among friends? And we’re all friends here. I have to say that 2015 was quite the year. I’m not sure what I was expecting out of it, but I certainly got more than I bargained for. Without further ado, a month by month recap.

January:

I turned 30. That’s a big deal. We went to a Monster Truck Rally. We ate steak. I wore a green sequined jumpsuit (which is way classier than it sounds). That’s about all I remember.

Verdict: Win

February:

My relationship with Ben de facto ended. I was diagnosed with the worst depression I’d had without being suicidal since I can remember. I knew it was over well before then, but it still didn’t make it any easier. I began moving out on the 28th.

Verdict: Fail

March:

Our relationship officially ended. I moved back in with my parents. We called it quits on Friday the 13th (this will be relevant later). I was still horribly depressed. My job was still shit. Fortunately, I had friends who were super supportive and more than happy to listen whenever I needed an ear. By the end of the month, I was doing better.

Verdict: Meh

April:

The first of my grandparents died. It was my dad’s mom, so that made it difficult. I would listen to him practice reading her eulogy through the door & I would just cry. He talks loud & his office is right outside my bedroom at their house. I also put myself out there in the form of online dating. That made for some interesting stories.

Verdict: Fail

May:

I went on a few dates that were a total bust. It was a learning experience, though. I also went to a concert by myself for the first time ever. I felt pretty damn good about the latter.

Verdict: Win

June:

I met my husband. My dad celebrated his 60th birthday. Given there was a time we weren’t sure he’d see 59, this was huge for all of us.

Verdict: Super Win

July:

I said yes in front of my closest friends & my dad. We shot zombies. We went on a honeymoon / post-engagement vacation. The second of my grandparents died (mom’s dad). He was kind of a horrible person, so I wasn’t that sorry to see him go. However, he was still family & that matters. That brings it down from a super win.

Verdict: Win

August:

Jordan (aka World’s Biggest Asshole Boss Ever) wrote me up the first time. I moved in with Mark. My hatred of Jordan outweighs moving in with my husband.

Verdict: Fail

September:

Ummm, it was a month?

Verdict: Meh

October:

The High Holy Month. We introduced Mark to Halloween. He loved it. I participated for the first time in years. It was awesome. What’s not to love?

Verdict: Win

November:

I got married. I quit my horrible job.Mark’s mom was here for most of the month, but it could have been worse. We got along fairly well given it was our first time meeting in person. Apparently Skype doesn’t count.

Ben & I broke up on Friday, March 13. Mark & I got married Friday, November 13. Thus, the circle closes. Best month of 2015, hands down. This will probably be one of the best months of my life.

Verdict: Super Win

December:

We kicked off December (literally December 1) in the hospital. Mark got a kidney stone. I don’t think I’ve heard a human being make that much noise in my entire life. My dad’s dad also died. For those keeping score at home, three of my four grandparents died this year. The last one standing is my mom’s mother. She’ll probably outlive us all.

I’ve been away from my job for a month & I honestly feel like a different person. It’s wonderful. Mark & I will celebrate the first of many Christmases together. Our groups of friends have blended together with no problems. This is what it was meant to be.

Verdict (so far): Meh (kidney stone)

What I’ve learned:

Romantic relationships don’t have to be emotionally, verbally, or physically abusive to be toxic. There’s a big difference between compromise and giving up something you want completely. Ben’s a good person & I really hope he got what he wanted. I haven’t spoken to him or even heard anything about him since April when he brought the last of my stuff. We just weren’t right for each other. That’s okay. We stopped loving each other a long time before we broke up. Even though we lived together, I never felt like I was at home. It always felt like his space. I felt more at home when we would go back to my parents’ house. I’m sure he’ll make some nice Jewish girl very happy someday.

On the flip side, professional (for lack of a better term) are more than capable of being emotionally abusive. There were several times I had people from other departments approach me and ask if Jordan always talked down to me. The answer was always yes. There was nothing I could do, though. It was my word against his and he outranked me. He was also male. The head of the department was a woman, but she had very little tolerance for other women. I really shouldn’t be surprised, though. The company was founded by a backwoods former high school football coach. While his slogan is “I’ll never forgive [insurance company] for what they did to my mama”, he sure as shit didn’t instill a respect for women among his followers. Way to be, Art. Way to be. My goal, sad as it is, is to avoid that in my new career path. Let’s just respect each other on our merits & ignore what’s between our legs. Cool?

I know 2016 holds a host of new experiences. I’m looking forward to the opportunity to start over. I can’t wait to finally pursue something I’ve wanted to pursue since I can remember. I’ve wanted to be in the medical field since I was in third grade for crying out loud. I had started the path to go to nursing school when Primerica offered me the job. It’s not in the branch I originally intended (medical doctor), but it’s medicine related. I took a detour (or 12) along the way, but I’ll get there. It’s only too late to change careers when you’re dead.

I hope everyone has had a productive, happy, & successful year. Here’s to an even more productive, happier, & successful 2016!

XOXO!

 

 

Of naming names & tweeting deets

It’s been the better part of a week since I left Primerica. It’s finally starting to sink in that I don’t have to go back. A woman I knew (I wouldn’t go so far as to call us friends. I’m only really friends with 1 person there) texted me & was like “There are a couple of jobs posted that you might be interested in!”. I texted her back & said “I wouldn’t go back there if you held a gun to my head”. I then reminded her that the reason I left in the first place was to go back to school. She apparently forgot that. I didn’t just give them the rage quit, even if it looked that way.

I’m sleeping better. I’m more relaxed. In general, I’m just a happier & more functional human being. Mark commented the next day how my body just seemed more relaxed even though I hadn’t fully accepted it yet. It was just such a toxic environment. Kyle’s (Jordan’s boss, so one level of supervision up from me) parting words were something along the lines of “Don’t trash talk us”. Too late, cowboy. Of course, it’s not trash talking if it’s the truth, eh? Now that I’m gone, I also have no qualms about using real names. What are they going to do about it?

Karma’s a bitch & it’s a shame I can’t be there to watch when they get theirs. Nothing in life is free & Jordan sure as shit didn’t earn where he is. I didn’t get an exit interview, but it’s not like HR didn’t know how I felt. I haven’t said anything on here or in my real life that I wouldn’t repeat to his face or in a court of law. The same is true for Kyle. Though he got himself in trouble for an off color comment he made that could have resulted in a sexual harassment suit. Teeheehee. Too bad it didn’t actually turn out that way.

On the entertaining side of things, if you follow me on Twitter (@RetroIndieQueen); I’m tweeting all the things they’re “paying” me to while I’m on my notice. It’s everything I do from 8a-5p EST. I’m not counting tomorrow, Thursday, or Friday. I’d already asked for tomorrow off, so the PTO kicks in. Obviously, Thursday & Friday are company holidays. So far they’ve paid me to take a nap, get a bikini wax, play around with new makeup looks, watch a fuckton of FBI Files, put together the paperwork to get my name changed, & play far too much Hay Day & Ticket to Ride on my iPad. If you want, check it out & be amused. I know I am.

Speaking of, I think I’ll spend the last 10 minutes of my “day” putting in the next disc of FBI Files. Then it’s “vacation” until next Monday.

Hope my U.S. readers have a happy, safe, and gluttonous Thanksgiving holiday. To all my non-U.S. readers, enjoy the rest of your week.

XOXO!

Of going to the church & getting married

So, I disappeared for a few months (almost exactly 3, but who’s counting?). The two major things that happened are I got married & I quit my job.

Mark & I got married last Friday, the 13th. It was perfect for both of us. I got my Friday the 13th & he got 11/13/15. We had all of 15 people & that’s including the wedding party. Let’s be real, we aren’t a fussy couple. Something big, loud, & crazy wouldn’t have fit us. We’ll get our fill of that next summer with my dad’s side of the family (God help us). We had one of our friends ordained online so he could perform the ceremony for us. He went to a bible college, so it wasn’t entirely implausible that he wasn’t cut out for the task. My matron of honor did get Mark’s middle name wrong, though. Whoops. Funnily enough, it’s his brother’s middle name.

Just because I love you, my fair readers, a few pictures from our shoot the next day. In a cemetery. How fitting.

And the news that I’ve been wanting to share for a while, but haven’t been able to; I quit my job yesterday. I’ve been miserable there pretty much since I got a new boss. I’ve been trying to find a new job since January & have been turned down every single time. After talking about it with Mark, I finally decided to get out of the industry entirely. At first I was hesitant because after 2 years, my licenses will lapse. Those were hard tests to pass & I didn’t want to lose them. I thought long & hard, then admitted to myself this industry wasn’t for me. It never really has been, but I didn’t have the education or experience to go anywhere else.

We batted around a few ideas & finally settled on going back to school for pharmacy. I’ve always wanted a job in healthcare & this seems to be the best fit for me. It’s going to take a total of 6 and a half years to complete the coursework as I have almost none of the prerequisites to even apply. Pharmacy school itself is 4 years. In the long run, it’s 6 and a half years vs. the rest of our lives. It will still afford us (literally and figuratively) time to start a family. This will be a much better career & I’ll be much happier in the long run. I may be ready to tear my hair out over certain classes or assignments, but it won’t be nearly as bad as this past year. I’ve come home from work in tears more times than I care to count. Hell, I came home from work in tears 3 days straight this week. Though the last day were tears of relief.

After all the bullshit that 2015 has thrown me, I think this more than makes up for it. I’m in a totally different place. I have a husband I adore who worships the ground I walk on. I finally “broke up” with a job I hate. I get the rest of the year off to relax & recover from said job. I don’t have to deal with any familial bullshit. His mom & I get along just fine. She’s only in the country 6 weeks out of the year. 😛

So that’s where I am now. I hope that the past 3 months have treated everyone as well as they’ve treated me.

XOXO!

 

Of pix or it didn’t happen and oh yes it did

Now that I have a functional computer (read: I can have more than 1 tab open & the whole damn thing doesn’t freeze), it’s picture time!

There were 3 or 4 phones taking pictures. Apparently I was looking at the right one & he wasn't sure.

There were 3 or 4 phones taking pictures. Apparently I was looking at the right one & he wasn’t sure.

In DC on our engagement trip

In DC on our engagement trip

The money shot. Thank you nice employee of 13 Stories Haunted House.

The money shot. Thank you nice employee of 13 Stories Haunted House.

And the coveted shiny!

And the coveted shiny!

Confession time – I did know he was going to propose. I just didn’t know when. Being the well educated and wise man that he is, he took me with him to pick out the ring. The bands that he liked, I hated. As comes as no surprise, I had very strong ideas about what I wanted in a ring. I ended up with the perfect ring to go with my perfect future husband *holds out barf bag*.

I know a lot of my faithful readers are thinking “Wait a second, a calendar month from first date to proposal? Are you crazy?”. In short, yes. I’m crazy. He’s crazy. We’re both absolutely batshit crazy. We both know what we want. We’ve known that since we pretty much laid eyes on each other. I never expected to find him this way. I never expected to get every single thing on my “list” and then some in one tall, sarcastic, unconditionally loving package. Hell, I never knew he could exist. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. But it happened. I feel like he’s never not been in my life. I know he feels the same way. I’ll spend the rest of my life with this man & I don’t question that thought for a second. That’s how I know I’m doing the right thing. And you already know I’m crazy. Let’s be real.

To end this entry on a laugh.

Something I never thought I would hear myself say:

“We really need to limit our HomeGoods trips”

XOXO!