The day I found out I got the new job at PCMH was also the day the Tar Heel had planned to ask my dad for my hand in marriage. He called my mom and told her he had some fish his family caught the weekend before to give to them. This was a really good idea on his part because he has brought them fish in the past, so they didn’t suspect anything at all. The only problem was that he was having difficulty reaching his Aunt Brenda (hey Mrs. Brenda!) who had the fish and so he had to change his plans a bit.
And so he headed to Wal-Mart to pick up some meat. I don’t know if he was just super nervous, or what exactly convinced him he needed to actually bring something to my parent’s at all. Regardless, he started filling his cart with various cuts of steak, shrimp and whatever else he thought fitting.
When he arrived to my parent’s home, he walked right in with bags and bags of Wal-Mart meat. We have laughed so much at the thought that he was bringing my parents a dowry of Wal-Mart meat in exchange for my hand in marriage! Ironically, it actually worked out because I have a lot of family coming into town this weekend and my parents have already started marinating my wal-mart meat dowry. :)
Once he handed over the meat, I guess my parents probably knew something was really up. The Tar Heel told me he started talking to my parents about how much he loves me, and how he would do anything for me. Before he could even ask, my mom, who L-O-V-E-SSSS my Tar Heel, jumped up and said YES!!!! Yes!! My dad proceeded to tell her to sit down and “let the boy finish” and reiterated the fact that he wasn’t actually proposing to her. This whole scenario is so funny to me on so many levels, and I am sure anyone who knows my crazy parents can imagine how hilarious this must have been as well.
Fortunately, they said yes AND my dad managed to not spill the beans about the “talk.” My dad is the worst at keeping secrets. Anytime he gets one of us something really good for Christmas, we neveractually get it on Christmas. We get it the minute he walks through the door because he can’t wait to see how excited we get over it! And that’s why I knew it would be hard for him to keep it a secret from me when the Tar Heel talked to him. I just KNEW I wouldn’t be surprised by our proposal because my dad would slip up and tell me. The fact that my dad didn’t call and say something like “Maybe you should go get your nails done…” was one of the main reasons I had no suspicions that he would propose that weekend. Well I found out later that my dad had a plan to avoid telling me. He powerwashed our entire house and every deck/wooden anything because he knew he couldn’t hear the phone ring in case I called! When we came home to show them my ring for the first time, I thought he had built completely new decks at every door to our house!
I love every part of our engagement, and especially these silly stories. They are so representative of my crazy family. I hope the Tar Heel really knows what he is getting himself into, though the fact that he brought a Wal-Mart meat dowry makes him fit in pretty well with us… :)
The Tar Heel and I have some of the best times together when we decide to make last minute plans that are completely random and spontaneous. Last night was no exception when we were offered two tickets to see Kansas, Foreigner and Styx in concert. His mom, KSG and Timbo Slice couldn’t make it after buying tickets together with his Aunt Brenda Leigh (we have the same middle name!) and his Uncle Jerry. So we decided we would go since we both love concerts, regardless of who is playing. The Tar Heel only knew “Lady” by Styx, and I had no idea what any of them played. But it turns out that once the chorus came on, I had heard several of the songs before! :) haha. A few examples: “I want to know what love is“, “Come Sail Away” and “Feels like the first time“.
It ended up being a GREAT time and we danced and sang along (to the chorus of a few songs, that is) and just had fun together and with his Aunt Brenda and Uncle Jerry. The Tar Heel and I drank a bottle of wine (well, it was mostly me that drank the bottle of wine I guess. He was driving. I couldn’t let the whole bottle go to waste.) and all in all it was a fabulous night. Also, I caught a guitar pick for the first time! I have literally been to probably 40 or so concerts in my lifetime and never once have I ever caught a dang guitar pick. I wonder how much it’ll go for on eBay? :)
Now I’m off to work and on the way I plan to listen to my new playlist that may or may not include Hot Blooded… he he he.
Over Memorial Day weekend, the Tar Heel and I were discussing fun boat names for our future boat. By far, the best boat name we came up with was Tight Lines and Red Wine. It is very “us” and I love it. I proceeded to tell him that I would get him a nice GPS for our boat as a wedding gift since I know he would really appreciate it and it’s a bit on the expensive side for any other gift giving occasion. He then asked if we could get married next week.
Who knew all it would take is a little old-fashioned bribery?