It’s not in my best interest to have this in the plural…
Last night, I told Mandrina I had a cute story to tell her. She interrupted with, “So do I. Once upon a time, Glitch. The end.” Yes, he is that cute. I say that as he demonstrates that, as much of a spaz he may be, he’s really rather smart. My alarm clock went off
So I’m a bit terrified. I’m going to be greatly outnumbered — but my friend Iuli would have come along had she not been moving this week, so thanks to her — but I can do this. We’re off to tour possible wedding/rehearsal dinner/reception sites in Florida. I’ll be mostly off-grid — call my cell-phone
Which normally would mean that for business reasons I’m going onsite to watch customers use my product. ‘cept, I don’t have products, which means this probably has something to do with Mandrina. We’re going to Florida to visit potential wedding sites. We’re choosing Florida rather than Seattle — which, being where we live, would make
Mandrina and I had been shopping for engagement rings since last year around this time. We’ve hit nearly every jewelry store in the region. Some more than once; most recently I was going alone in the interests of being able to surprise Mandrina with the proposal (which worked). Unfortunately, I feel a little bit guilty
Mandrina and I went to a bridal show today. It was my idea, I’m not complaining. Much. But I wanted to share my creepy experience with all of you. So I’m at this bridal show, with maybe a dozen or two other guys. Most people there were women. Brides-to-be, friends, mothers, what have you. I
Mandrina doesn’t get along too well with her dad. I’ve met her mother three times now, and in all of them I’ve spent a large amount of time with the lady. Miss Polly is a sweetheart through and through. I’ve met her father twice. Once the day before he was getting remarried, and the second
On December 23, 2005, at approximately 12:45pm, in the center of the ice rink at Rockefeller Center I finally officially asked Mandrina to marry me, surrounded by a few hundred random strangers. She said yes. And there was a photographer there from the New York Daily News… Wanna see? Details of proposal to follow; details
So today is Wednesday, December 14th, 2005. I have done no Christmas shopping. I have barely thought about what to buy people for the holidays. In addition, I need to finish a huge bunch of stuff at work which I’m just slightly overdue on, and I need to plan and pack for our trip back
After much discussion, at the last minute, and possibly because the second possibility would have been highly sacrilegious (a senile god recording his memoirs? Okay, maybe.), I’m ending up doing my original NaNo idea. So Diary of an Evil Genius it is. I’ll probably be posting, but it won’t come up in feeds or the
Mandrina is not very good at video games. She admits to this. She randomly calls to me, “Can you do this?” with some random game I had bought for me to play months ago, but had never had a chance to open. As long as it isn’t Prince of Persia or Ninja Gaiden, I’m unlikely