Getting married- that was a no-brainer. Of all of the grown up, life changing decisions I'm having to make this was by far the easiest of all. THE Proposal occured on March 21 in true Tory style... completely blind siding me, catching me in my gym clothes after stuffing my face with chipotle (ironic, right?... this also made for really special photo ops courtesy of LMT that night.) I found the gift bag from the store which was planted for me in his gym bag to find when retrieving a T-shirt for him. Inside the bag was a gift box, inside the gift box was a ring box, and inside the ring box was THIS:
I immediately burst into tears and asked the first question any classy, self respecting, well raised young lady would ask her future fiance... "Did you ask my Dad?" He did. In fact... he did it twice because my dad made it so difficult for him the first time. Note to all future husbands out there: Don't preface your "big talk" with a girl's dad by saying "I was thinking about asking [insert name] to marry me..." because if her father is anything like mine, the response you'll likely get is, "Well, when you're done thinking and have made a decision come talk to me."
I said "yes" and here we are 3-weeks engaged and still blissfully avoiding wedding planning in too much detail. We've decided on a few small things and I am starting to hunt for ceremony/reception venues to get the ball rolling but I have discovered that wedding planning ain't always fun business. It can be stressful and overwhelming when you realize all of the options that are out there and especially when you realize "Ohhh, I have a budget." Oh well, I am hoping that things will start falling together and if they don't I'll just be hitting up city hall with the fam and a few of my closest friends. Maybe we can celebrate at RiRa after (we celebrate everything else there...it would be in poor taste not to).
In other news... I recieved a job offer today from the clinic at which I am doing my internship this semester (refer to previous posts where I indicate that I never intend on seeking employment at this facility... haha). Here are the great things: an awesome CF program that has been in the works for many years at the clinic (which i assume means it has been tweaked, mastered, and perfected over time-keeping my fingers crossed). The people who work there are great. They are brilliant, young, well educated professionals who love their careers and their jobs (most of them at least- there's a debbie downer in every bunch). The details of the job have me doing early intervention which is something I have come to absolutely love this semester... I will also be spending 2 days in the clinic working with children of all ages.
With any big decision in life- I also have to consider the downsides to the offer (which I refuse to be tacky enough to describe in detail via blog). Let's just say, like any job, there are positives and negatives. One of the negatives is that I've got just 3 days to decide if the positives are enough to sign the papers and agree to work there for the next 18 months. That doesnt even really give me enough time to talk over the benefits (HMO? PPO? OMG!) with Tory or my Dad to make sure I am not getting ripped off here.
Bottom line- the best thing to do in situations like these is humble yourself and put the decision in the hands of a Higher Power. If you find me on my knees quite a bit in the next 36 hours- don't worry, I'll just be praying with all I've got for the guidance and wisdom to make the best desicion for myself.
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