tanstaafl4y
04-01-2008, 07:48 PM
COPY/PASTE from my Myspace blog
She said yes
FOR THE GUYS
I went to the Martinsville race this weekend with Amie and her sister. We left Roanoke at 6:15 and got to the track about 7:30. No traffic what so ever. It was sleeting when we left Roanoke but by rockymount it turned to rain and mist. It was really freaking cold! Denny Hamlin won. Well better him than Gordon. It took us about 90 minutes to get out of the parking lot but we made it home about 9. Damn long day and I was sore and achey from the cold. Oh yeah, I asked Amie to marry me and she said yes.
FOR THE GIRLS
Amie and I had talked casually about getting married. We "joked" about going to Las Vegas on vacation, but with secret plans to get married while we were there. Back in January I made up my mind that I was going to do it right and ask her to marry me, but I needed a plan as to how I was going to pull it off and make a special day of it. Then we started talking about the race. He sister heard how much we enjoyed the fall race and wanted to go, and right there I realized that Martinsville Speedway was the perfect place for my big (redneck) proposal. The race was the weekend before Amie’s birthday ; I think its cheesey to propose on a holiday- and trust me Amie-Day is a holiday, its not my fault she was born so close to the spring race. So onto the computer I went and bought the tickets.
Having worked in a pawn shop, I’ve seen alot of wedding jewerly (sad when you think about it), but I knew what I liked, a brilliant cut diamond solitare on a thin band. With a thin band you can put any wedding band with it and its easy to add a wrap with accents later. But for me nothing say classy like a solitare. So off to the mall I went. For those of you who don’t know, I absolutely abhorre the shopping mall. I’m getting anxious just thinking about that place. But first I had to get amie’s ring size. A few days earlier she mentioned that her onxy ring was out of round. I just happened to be going to Best Buy (at the mall) and I offered to take the ring to see if someone would hammer it round on a mandrel (fwiw - I may know more about jewerly than the chippies that work at the stores). Anyway, I finally find the perfect style ring...but the stone I was interested in was set in yellow gold rather than white. After a few minutes of speaking with the store manager and threating to take my business to the other side of the food court, the manager saw my side and offered to have the stones swapped and the ring sized for the "sticker price" (God knows they have enough markup on those things anyway. But I digress, as I’m walking out of the mall...OK I was lost, I knew what store I parked by, I just couldn’t figure out where the store was...My phone rang, it was Amie, I absentlymindly answered.
S: Hello
A: Hi Baby, What are you doing?
S: Trying to get the hell out of the Mall
A: What are you doing at the Mall?
(********, Busted.)
S: Well Amie Day is right around the corner
And I just kinda left it at that. Unbeknownst to me She and her co-workers spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what I might have bought here there. That evening she confronted me...I jokeingly said I bought her a washer and dryer for her birthday (inside joke). Long story short, I refused to tell her what I got her for her birthday but over the next few weeks she did manage to get some clues out of me.
1) Its flat on top and round on the bottom.
2) Little kids might like it, but probably not
3) They didn’t have what I wanted so I had to order it special
4) it might come in a shopping bag or it might be in a box
5) its fuzzy on the outside and shiny in the middle
6) No I swear it absolutley is not a W/D combo
Now to be perfectly clear...the engagement ring is not amie’s birthday present. I did order her something else. Not from the mall. It should have been here today, I hope it is in tomorrows UPS shipment at work or I am in wicked trouble.
So the big day is approaching. I’ve kept the ring in my desk at work incase Amie tries to snoop through the house. I come home on friday with it in my bookbag. Saturday I pack up our going to the race bag and when amie is out of the room I slip the ring into the bottom of my green tactical man-purse. Sunday morning we get up and start getting ready for the race. Her sister arrives and is sitting on the couch and I desperatly need to get the ring into my pocket. When Amie leaves the room, I make the "SHUUSH Finger" infront of my mouth, open the bag and grab the box. Jac’s eyes light up and she says "When" My responce was "once we get there"
Off to the races we head. It was starting to sleet the forecast was for rain, by by god I had too much planning into this to let a little rain stop me. I must say I was terribly nervous and that drive was the longest hour of my life. We get to the track and park near where clover road crosses the railroad tracks. Amie and Jac are debating where the closest port-a-pots are. I make a joke about opening up the doors and squatting nedt to the car. Amie and Jac start putting on their jackets and I step to the back of the car and start saying "Amie come here, I need you" probably 3 or 4 times. Finally Jac says, I think he wants you to cover him while he pees...Amie steps around the back corner of the car and I say
"No I really need you" as I open the box and drop to my left knee "Will you marry me?"
She said yes
FOR THE GUYS
I went to the Martinsville race this weekend with Amie and her sister. We left Roanoke at 6:15 and got to the track about 7:30. No traffic what so ever. It was sleeting when we left Roanoke but by rockymount it turned to rain and mist. It was really freaking cold! Denny Hamlin won. Well better him than Gordon. It took us about 90 minutes to get out of the parking lot but we made it home about 9. Damn long day and I was sore and achey from the cold. Oh yeah, I asked Amie to marry me and she said yes.
FOR THE GIRLS
Amie and I had talked casually about getting married. We "joked" about going to Las Vegas on vacation, but with secret plans to get married while we were there. Back in January I made up my mind that I was going to do it right and ask her to marry me, but I needed a plan as to how I was going to pull it off and make a special day of it. Then we started talking about the race. He sister heard how much we enjoyed the fall race and wanted to go, and right there I realized that Martinsville Speedway was the perfect place for my big (redneck) proposal. The race was the weekend before Amie’s birthday ; I think its cheesey to propose on a holiday- and trust me Amie-Day is a holiday, its not my fault she was born so close to the spring race. So onto the computer I went and bought the tickets.
Having worked in a pawn shop, I’ve seen alot of wedding jewerly (sad when you think about it), but I knew what I liked, a brilliant cut diamond solitare on a thin band. With a thin band you can put any wedding band with it and its easy to add a wrap with accents later. But for me nothing say classy like a solitare. So off to the mall I went. For those of you who don’t know, I absolutely abhorre the shopping mall. I’m getting anxious just thinking about that place. But first I had to get amie’s ring size. A few days earlier she mentioned that her onxy ring was out of round. I just happened to be going to Best Buy (at the mall) and I offered to take the ring to see if someone would hammer it round on a mandrel (fwiw - I may know more about jewerly than the chippies that work at the stores). Anyway, I finally find the perfect style ring...but the stone I was interested in was set in yellow gold rather than white. After a few minutes of speaking with the store manager and threating to take my business to the other side of the food court, the manager saw my side and offered to have the stones swapped and the ring sized for the "sticker price" (God knows they have enough markup on those things anyway. But I digress, as I’m walking out of the mall...OK I was lost, I knew what store I parked by, I just couldn’t figure out where the store was...My phone rang, it was Amie, I absentlymindly answered.
S: Hello
A: Hi Baby, What are you doing?
S: Trying to get the hell out of the Mall
A: What are you doing at the Mall?
(********, Busted.)
S: Well Amie Day is right around the corner
And I just kinda left it at that. Unbeknownst to me She and her co-workers spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what I might have bought here there. That evening she confronted me...I jokeingly said I bought her a washer and dryer for her birthday (inside joke). Long story short, I refused to tell her what I got her for her birthday but over the next few weeks she did manage to get some clues out of me.
1) Its flat on top and round on the bottom.
2) Little kids might like it, but probably not
3) They didn’t have what I wanted so I had to order it special
4) it might come in a shopping bag or it might be in a box
5) its fuzzy on the outside and shiny in the middle
6) No I swear it absolutley is not a W/D combo
Now to be perfectly clear...the engagement ring is not amie’s birthday present. I did order her something else. Not from the mall. It should have been here today, I hope it is in tomorrows UPS shipment at work or I am in wicked trouble.
So the big day is approaching. I’ve kept the ring in my desk at work incase Amie tries to snoop through the house. I come home on friday with it in my bookbag. Saturday I pack up our going to the race bag and when amie is out of the room I slip the ring into the bottom of my green tactical man-purse. Sunday morning we get up and start getting ready for the race. Her sister arrives and is sitting on the couch and I desperatly need to get the ring into my pocket. When Amie leaves the room, I make the "SHUUSH Finger" infront of my mouth, open the bag and grab the box. Jac’s eyes light up and she says "When" My responce was "once we get there"
Off to the races we head. It was starting to sleet the forecast was for rain, by by god I had too much planning into this to let a little rain stop me. I must say I was terribly nervous and that drive was the longest hour of my life. We get to the track and park near where clover road crosses the railroad tracks. Amie and Jac are debating where the closest port-a-pots are. I make a joke about opening up the doors and squatting nedt to the car. Amie and Jac start putting on their jackets and I step to the back of the car and start saying "Amie come here, I need you" probably 3 or 4 times. Finally Jac says, I think he wants you to cover him while he pees...Amie steps around the back corner of the car and I say
"No I really need you" as I open the box and drop to my left knee "Will you marry me?"