This past week Chris and I went on a little road trip. On the way home we stopped at a gas station to use the bathroom and get a snack - Chris specifically requested donuts. While I was "taking forever" in the bathroom, Chris' impatience got the best of him. He bought a package of those little, white, sugar coated donuts and ate half the package while he was still waiting for me. Upon seeing that only three donuts were left, he decided to eat the last three really fast before I came out. As I walked out to the car he looked at me coolly, as if to say, "I've just been waiting for you and I certainly have not been eating donuts." Unfortunately he forgot how messy those little white donuts can be. His white, sugar coated grin gave it all away. I couldn't help but laugh as I said, "so, did you have some donuts?"
Nice try Chris.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Proposals and Such
This is such a monumental occasion in one's life that I am for once at a loss for words, or rather there are so many words that I don't know where to start. Let me just say that as I type this blog I frequently find myself glancing down at my hand in excitement. No, I'm not excited about that nasty curling iron burn that finally healed. I'm excited about what Chris gave me this past Saturday night.
After our flight from Puerto Vallarta landed, Chris, Heather and I headed over to Enterprise rental to get a car. Chris wanted to cash in on his free luxury car rental. As he took the keys for the fancy old-man Volvo from the rental worker, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed that he passed up the powder blue, convertible bug. Chris however had other plans in mind that I was completely unaware of. As it turned out, the weekend was pretty rainy so the convertible would have gone to waste in the end. Saturday morning we went to church in Arlington to support Heather as she preached about women's ordination in the Seventh-Day Adventist Church. It was a good sermon and it was looking like an ordinary Sabbath. That afternoon we hung out at Chris's house, looking at our pictures from Mexico. We had no plans for the evening. As we sat and debated what to do, Chris's brother came in the room to tell us he was leaving. Upon asking him where he was going, he said that he was going to hang out with some friends. I asked him who and he just said, "oh, some friends." I immediately thought of the empty house he was house sitting and his absent girl friend but didn't say anything. Left to ourselves, Chris suggested that we take the fancy old-man car for a drive, just to enjoy having a 40K dollar car for the evening. As we got ready to go, he was so busy deciding what to wear and getting some music that he forgot to gel his hair. As we backed out the driveway I looked at his puffy head and said, "You're not going to gel your hair," at which point he exclaimed, "Oh, I forgot!" FYI - Chris is more particular about his hair than some women I know. Once the gel is set, no one is to touch it for fear it might get puffy. And in the three and a half years we've been dating I can't recall a single instance in which he left the house without gel or a hat. So as he exclaimed, "Oh, I forgot," I couldn't help but udder something about his mind being preoccupied. As we drove toward Fort Worth and then toward Arlington, Chris kept reading new text messages and sending what looked like responses, all the while saying nothing about their content. He did however comment on how nice the evening turned out and how happy he was that it stopped raining. After ignoring his preoccupation with his phone as long as I could, I finally asked him who kept sending him messages. He calmly replied that George was sending him some dirty jokes. They must not have been very funny jokes, because not one of them made him laugh, smile or want to share it with me. And then we pulled up to a very familiar place - a place of significance for the two of us. As Chris turned off the car in the parking lot by Lake Arlington, I tried to act cool and unsuspecting, however my emotions got the best of me as we approached an empty blanket with some cushions, roses, lit candles and rose petals scattered about. As I turned away to keep myself from crying, I caught a quick a glance at the open ring box in the middle. And the rest is between Chris and I. All you need to know is that as I sat on one of the cushions he knelt before me and asked the monumental question, and of course I said yes. It all made sense - Jesse's secretiveness about his Saturday night activities, the lack of hair gel, the tex messages and even Chris' insistance on getting his free fancy car rental for this particular weekend. An hour later as we gathered everything together to leave, I couldn't help but jokingly thank him for not proposing earlier that morning at the Filipino church.
After our flight from Puerto Vallarta landed, Chris, Heather and I headed over to Enterprise rental to get a car. Chris wanted to cash in on his free luxury car rental. As he took the keys for the fancy old-man Volvo from the rental worker, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed that he passed up the powder blue, convertible bug. Chris however had other plans in mind that I was completely unaware of. As it turned out, the weekend was pretty rainy so the convertible would have gone to waste in the end. Saturday morning we went to church in Arlington to support Heather as she preached about women's ordination in the Seventh-Day Adventist Church. It was a good sermon and it was looking like an ordinary Sabbath. That afternoon we hung out at Chris's house, looking at our pictures from Mexico. We had no plans for the evening. As we sat and debated what to do, Chris's brother came in the room to tell us he was leaving. Upon asking him where he was going, he said that he was going to hang out with some friends. I asked him who and he just said, "oh, some friends." I immediately thought of the empty house he was house sitting and his absent girl friend but didn't say anything. Left to ourselves, Chris suggested that we take the fancy old-man car for a drive, just to enjoy having a 40K dollar car for the evening. As we got ready to go, he was so busy deciding what to wear and getting some music that he forgot to gel his hair. As we backed out the driveway I looked at his puffy head and said, "You're not going to gel your hair," at which point he exclaimed, "Oh, I forgot!" FYI - Chris is more particular about his hair than some women I know. Once the gel is set, no one is to touch it for fear it might get puffy. And in the three and a half years we've been dating I can't recall a single instance in which he left the house without gel or a hat. So as he exclaimed, "Oh, I forgot," I couldn't help but udder something about his mind being preoccupied. As we drove toward Fort Worth and then toward Arlington, Chris kept reading new text messages and sending what looked like responses, all the while saying nothing about their content. He did however comment on how nice the evening turned out and how happy he was that it stopped raining. After ignoring his preoccupation with his phone as long as I could, I finally asked him who kept sending him messages. He calmly replied that George was sending him some dirty jokes. They must not have been very funny jokes, because not one of them made him laugh, smile or want to share it with me. And then we pulled up to a very familiar place - a place of significance for the two of us. As Chris turned off the car in the parking lot by Lake Arlington, I tried to act cool and unsuspecting, however my emotions got the best of me as we approached an empty blanket with some cushions, roses, lit candles and rose petals scattered about. As I turned away to keep myself from crying, I caught a quick a glance at the open ring box in the middle. And the rest is between Chris and I. All you need to know is that as I sat on one of the cushions he knelt before me and asked the monumental question, and of course I said yes. It all made sense - Jesse's secretiveness about his Saturday night activities, the lack of hair gel, the tex messages and even Chris' insistance on getting his free fancy car rental for this particular weekend. An hour later as we gathered everything together to leave, I couldn't help but jokingly thank him for not proposing earlier that morning at the Filipino church.
Friday, June 15, 2007
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Puerto Vallarta
The past few days have been full of activity. I left for Puerto Vallarta on Monday, June 11 for Ashley & Freddie's wedding. After sitting in traffic, standing in a long check-in line at the airport and rushing through security, we made it to the plane minutes before the scheduled departure time, only to see that the Ashley and her family were lagging behind us. As we sat there anxiously watching the front of the plane for the bride to round the corner, I thought to myself, "what a story we would have if everyone but the bride made it to the wedding." But alas, Ashley and her family made it with a couple of minutes to spare. And we were off to Mexico for a week of vacation!
In total there were over twenty people in the wedding group. We had a lot of fun crossing paths at the resort and eating dinner together every night. The ocean temperature was perfect and the resort was beautiful. The wedding was picture perfect. We spent plenty of time on the beach, swimming and playing in the sand. One day we went into town and explored a little bit of "real" Puerto Vallarta, complete with a roller-coaster bus ride through the narrow and winding city streets. We also took a small excursion up into the Sierra Madre Mountains to enjoy the scenery of the port below via zip lines. What a rush that was - a sweaty, bug filled, fun and exciting rush. I celebrated my 25th birthday at a Brazilian restaurant. As I'm not a huge fan of meat in large quantities, my favorite part had to be the fire show and of course, my surprise birthday cake and birthday song. The night before the wedding all the girls and ladies gathered in Ashley's room to do our nails and such - and of course there was some giggling and silly antics. It was the perfect way to spend the evening. It was a great vacation and as I packed my bag Thursday night, I couldn't help but wish we had a couple more days to enjoy each other. Of course, I didn't know what was waiting for me at home...had I known I may have been more eager to board the plane for Texas Friday afternoon....
In total there were over twenty people in the wedding group. We had a lot of fun crossing paths at the resort and eating dinner together every night. The ocean temperature was perfect and the resort was beautiful. The wedding was picture perfect. We spent plenty of time on the beach, swimming and playing in the sand. One day we went into town and explored a little bit of "real" Puerto Vallarta, complete with a roller-coaster bus ride through the narrow and winding city streets. We also took a small excursion up into the Sierra Madre Mountains to enjoy the scenery of the port below via zip lines. What a rush that was - a sweaty, bug filled, fun and exciting rush. I celebrated my 25th birthday at a Brazilian restaurant. As I'm not a huge fan of meat in large quantities, my favorite part had to be the fire show and of course, my surprise birthday cake and birthday song. The night before the wedding all the girls and ladies gathered in Ashley's room to do our nails and such - and of course there was some giggling and silly antics. It was the perfect way to spend the evening. It was a great vacation and as I packed my bag Thursday night, I couldn't help but wish we had a couple more days to enjoy each other. Of course, I didn't know what was waiting for me at home...had I known I may have been more eager to board the plane for Texas Friday afternoon....
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