Today Tim and I went snowshoeing up a trail in Dry Canyon. We stopped at an area with a beautiful view of the mountains where the stone reflected the pink of the sunset, and Tim started taking off his gloves unexpectedly. He got down on one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. As he placed it on my finger, he said, "Laura Dickey, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?" I started crying of course and after a few moments of consideration I said, "I would love to marry you. Yes!" We then kissed against the backdrop of the setting sun, and it all would have made a terrific ending to a movie, except I'm six months pregnant (which makes embracing head on a bit difficult), and we both had snot-cicles hanging from our noses. Nevertheless, it was a perfect ending to a lovely Christmas day, and I couldn't be happier.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
It's official...
Today Tim and I went snowshoeing up a trail in Dry Canyon. We stopped at an area with a beautiful view of the mountains where the stone reflected the pink of the sunset, and Tim started taking off his gloves unexpectedly. He got down on one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. As he placed it on my finger, he said, "Laura Dickey, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?" I started crying of course and after a few moments of consideration I said, "I would love to marry you. Yes!" We then kissed against the backdrop of the setting sun, and it all would have made a terrific ending to a movie, except I'm six months pregnant (which makes embracing head on a bit difficult), and we both had snot-cicles hanging from our noses. Nevertheless, it was a perfect ending to a lovely Christmas day, and I couldn't be happier.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
What was I thinking?
Cami reminded me (in response to the post below) that there are ever so many lovely things about winter in Boston. Quoth she:
"I think you're being a little closed-minded about Boston winters. Here are some other things to love:
*free salt washes whenever you drive on the freeway
*the quiet slow pace of snowstorm drivers- you can start and finish a good book WHILE you drive!
*the mad rushing mob in grocery stores before a big blizzard
* the frigid humidity that permeates ever piece of clothing and membrane you have on your person
*The dirty polluted snow that accumulates by the T tracks
* The T absolutely disregards any sort of schedule on particularly nippy days so you can enjoy the cold while you wait for a bus that really isn't coming.
*Oil heat that is so ridiculously expensive people keep their heat set low and open the fridge just to feel the warm air inside.
My fingers are too cold to type anymore."
So there's that.
"I think you're being a little closed-minded about Boston winters. Here are some other things to love:
*free salt washes whenever you drive on the freeway
*the quiet slow pace of snowstorm drivers- you can start and finish a good book WHILE you drive!
*the mad rushing mob in grocery stores before a big blizzard
* the frigid humidity that permeates ever piece of clothing and membrane you have on your person
*The dirty polluted snow that accumulates by the T tracks
* The T absolutely disregards any sort of schedule on particularly nippy days so you can enjoy the cold while you wait for a bus that really isn't coming.
*Oil heat that is so ridiculously expensive people keep their heat set low and open the fridge just to feel the warm air inside.
My fingers are too cold to type anymore."
So there's that.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Top 10 Things I love about winter in Boston...
#1. My super awesome, super warm, could-kick-the-crap-out-of-any-other-coat-on-the-block, water-and-wind resistant, sleeping bag coat. Thank you times infinity to those who made it happen.
That's the end of the list, as there is nothing else to love about winter in Boston.
That's the end of the list, as there is nothing else to love about winter in Boston.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Actually...
Erin recently sent me a blog post about a woman who had some romanticized notions about being a mom. Before she had a child. I've decided to confess some of my preconcieved notions about being pregnant. Before I was pregnant.
1. I, *Laura*, will not get morning sickness. Honestly, I truly (I'm not kidding... truly) thought that because I didn't get car-sick or nausiated from roller coaster rides, I would be spared from the humiliation and inconvenience associated with frequent regurgitation of partially digested food stuffs. Ha ha ha. Ha... ... Haauuuuuuck. The truth is that I secretly detest every living human who only has to taste their meals once.
2. Even if I, *Laura*, experience morning sickness, I will exercise one or two hours every single day. Yep... I will tough it out... I will jog / swim / cycle / do yoga / lift weights / do 600 kegals every hour ... even though turning my head too quickly or listening to upbeat music makes me run for the nearest ladies' chamber. Sure, I will be super-awesome-exercise-obsessed prego woman. In an alternate universe.
3. I will eat 10-20 servings of fruits and vegetables a day, drink only water, skim milk, or 100% fruit juice, and stay far away from preservatives and everything evil about processed food. Actually, I will eat anything (thrice-fried chicken... an entire bag of colored marshmallows... antifreeze...) that sounds remotely tolerable. And I will drink Diet Coke if it is within arm's reach... even if it belongs to the stranger sitting next to me who clearly has tuberculosis.
4. Despite having severely decreased energy, I will make an effort to look pretty every day. Ha ha ha. Ho ho ho. He he he. My blow dryer hasn't been plugged in for 21 weeks; hairspray and all other fragrance-weilding substances have been banned from the house; my makeup has been neglected so long that it's growing several species of molds.
5. Even if I'm exhausted and feel like I've been hit by a truck, I will remain professional at all times at work; in fact, nobody will even know I'm expecting. Actually, I've managed to terrify every female of child-bearing age in the microbiology department out of having children in the next century or two. It is difficult to remain professional when relaying stories related to public vomiting, pregnancy-induced incontinence, and sleep-preventing pelvis-kickings. It's also difficult to remain professional when I see a tasty-looking bit on somebody's lunch tray, and instead of saying, "That looks good," I say, "That looks good. Can I have it?"
6. I will never, ever, under any circumstances, pass gas within a radial mile of another human. I don't want to talk about it.
1. I, *Laura*, will not get morning sickness. Honestly, I truly (I'm not kidding... truly) thought that because I didn't get car-sick or nausiated from roller coaster rides, I would be spared from the humiliation and inconvenience associated with frequent regurgitation of partially digested food stuffs. Ha ha ha. Ha... ... Haauuuuuuck. The truth is that I secretly detest every living human who only has to taste their meals once.
2. Even if I, *Laura*, experience morning sickness, I will exercise one or two hours every single day. Yep... I will tough it out... I will jog / swim / cycle / do yoga / lift weights / do 600 kegals every hour ... even though turning my head too quickly or listening to upbeat music makes me run for the nearest ladies' chamber. Sure, I will be super-awesome-exercise-obsessed prego woman. In an alternate universe.
3. I will eat 10-20 servings of fruits and vegetables a day, drink only water, skim milk, or 100% fruit juice, and stay far away from preservatives and everything evil about processed food. Actually, I will eat anything (thrice-fried chicken... an entire bag of colored marshmallows... antifreeze...) that sounds remotely tolerable. And I will drink Diet Coke if it is within arm's reach... even if it belongs to the stranger sitting next to me who clearly has tuberculosis.
4. Despite having severely decreased energy, I will make an effort to look pretty every day. Ha ha ha. Ho ho ho. He he he. My blow dryer hasn't been plugged in for 21 weeks; hairspray and all other fragrance-weilding substances have been banned from the house; my makeup has been neglected so long that it's growing several species of molds.
5. Even if I'm exhausted and feel like I've been hit by a truck, I will remain professional at all times at work; in fact, nobody will even know I'm expecting. Actually, I've managed to terrify every female of child-bearing age in the microbiology department out of having children in the next century or two. It is difficult to remain professional when relaying stories related to public vomiting, pregnancy-induced incontinence, and sleep-preventing pelvis-kickings. It's also difficult to remain professional when I see a tasty-looking bit on somebody's lunch tray, and instead of saying, "That looks good," I say, "That looks good. Can I have it?"
6. I will never, ever, under any circumstances, pass gas within a radial mile of another human. I don't want to talk about it.
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