This is getting Embarrassing...

I need a life.

I just made this picture the wallpaper on my computer....
Am I really that bad? I mean, I'm 27! Brent says, "Who is that"?" when he saw it.
"Duh, Edward..."
"Your funny." That's all he said. your funny. huh. Then I felt a little guilty when I realized, if he had a picture of some girl hot character on his computer as his background, I would probably come unglued! But...it wasn't enough to make me change it!

This is nearly topping my fascination with Heath Ledger dying last winter. That REALLY hit me.

Wow. I'll quit talking about it now.

Strangely I can't think of anything else to write. This is almost getting as long as Grandmas post! Lets see...

*For those of you interested, the Salon I work at will be moving in a few weeks, opening at the new location November 4th. We will have an open house on November 12th, in the evening... Kind of exciting!!
*I love the fall. The colors, the leaves, the smells, the pumpkins. This time of year makes me homesick for Monroe, where my great grandparents lived. Every year we would go to their house for the deer hunt, and I was always sure to pack my leotard so I could dance for my Great Grandma. Im sure everyone just would laugh at me, but I thought I was so good at dancing...Until my dad started tickling me, routinely, to the point of flatulence on my part...embarrassing...

4 years ago sometime this week, Brent proposed to me. I really wanted to get married in the fall, but I am starting to cherish the memory of our fall engagement. I had thick, long extensions in my hair, (I tell you this, because I find it strange he proposed when I had wonderfully long, feminine hair. hmm.) He told me we were going out to breakfast with his parents, which was a normal activity for us. But when he mentioned I had to get "dressed up" I grew a little suspicious, and more-so when I asked where we were going and he made up a weird name. We ended up going to La Caille, and they sat us alone at a quiet little table. When they brought out our drinks, they also brought a dozen roses. Immediately Brent got up and came over, down on one knee, and the funniest thing happened. I got so embarrassed! He talked a little, something like "the rest of my life..." and all I remember saying was "YOUR SUCH A NERD!" and feeling like GET UP! Well, I did manage to get out a "yes" and we somehow managed to eat a little bit of breakfast.
After breakfast, we walked around the restaurant grounds (I was still expecting to see someone I knew at this point, hiding in the bushes?), seeing peacocks, the winery, and all the wonderful gardens, my stomach kind of sunk when I thought about my parents, nervous is more the word... Brent had earlier that week mentioned in passing "talking" to my dad, but since we were all out of order, he hadn't done this yet. So we went back the the apartment, and he showed me a practice talk he had written. I still have it somewhere, it is very sweet and slightly funny to read.
Anyway, Dad didn't make it a very comfortable talk for Brent, poor guy. Wouldn't even sit down, and then after he listened to Brents whole, practiced speech, he made him go ask Mom instead. I'm really surprised he didn't call over my brothers to make them give their opinions on the matter, just to give the poor guy even more intimidation...

Anyway, another sweet memory I have of fall, along with many pumpkin parties, forced chili eating before Trick-or-treats, and today we are going here...and I bet it will be so beautiful...