fall: our favorite time of season(z)!
like a rock, oooooh like a rock.
what a day it was!
reinacting "the" moment
chalk it up.
sangin, playin
I love a piano- great shot!
isn't that just the sweetest?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Engagement Photos!
HI HI HI! Since Chris and I are just putting this blog together, I HAD to put up these pictures back from when we got engaged! Since we met where we went to school at the LeatherNeck's Headquarters, we decided to get our pictures taken there, right on campus. One of our History professors, Jenny Le, took the pictures. She has an ear for photography and takes a lot of professional pictures for students. They turned out really awesome and we just wanted to share them with you!
fall: our favorite time of season(z)!
like a rock, oooooh like a rock.
what a day it was!
reinacting "the" moment
chalk it up.
sangin, playin
I love a piano- great shot!
isn't that just the sweetest?
fall: our favorite time of season(z)!
like a rock, oooooh like a rock.
what a day it was!
reinacting "the" moment
chalk it up.
sangin, playin
I love a piano- great shot!
isn't that just the sweetest?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
How we got engaged
Chris:
MJ and I had been dating for 2 years, and I had finally told her my name. I was afraid that would "ruin the mystery", but instead, it didn't.
I knew it was the right time.
By now I had taken Zach's job sorting at the local Walla Walla recycling plant. I was so good, you could tell me the number inside the little triangle thingy on the bottom of your plastics and I could tell you in 30 seconds (give or take) if it was recyclable. And I don't even work in the plastics department!
Anyway, one day in the fall I took MJ to the recycling plant for a "tour." That's actually what it was, so I probably shouldn't put it in parenthesis. At the end of the tour, I took her to look at the pile of green glass bottles near where I worked in the back. I picked one up and asked her to break it. She looked at me funny... I think she might have suspected something. But thank God she didn't ask any questions, and smashed the bottle on the worktable... the ring went flying across the floor. It was a truly romantic moment.
I of course got down on one knee and properly asked her to marry me. She said yes and cried for a while, then I asked her to leave because my shift wasn't quite over yet.
MJ:
The day started like any other, but it wasn't any other day! It was the day I would be engaged to be married! To Whom, I did not know. I actually never found out his name untill we got engaged. Every day when we would polish our toe nails, I would guess what his name was. Some of my favorites were Jim Bob, Slappy and Clarence. Someone; please tell me that he looks like a Clarence. Throw me a bone or something!
Anyway, I was rolling by Zach's ole recycling place when Zach runs out and jumps on my car. "What the heck?" I thought. Zach was a good friend of mine. We met in Sunday school when I was 6 years old. Turns out that he and the man I was dating (still didn't know his name) were roomates. Back to the story, Zach jumped on my car in a panic. I rolled down my window and asked Zach what the deal was. He yelled out "Yams the recycling plant's dog, just had puppies!". Zach knew how much of a sucker I was for puppies. My room in covered in puppy posters.
My ears immediatly perked up. I parked my car in the handicapped spot and ran into the plant. I saw the man I was dating sorting green bottles and I yelled to him "Hey, have you seen Yams?". He told me that he hadn't seen her all day. I was pissed, Zach had lied to me! So there I was venting to the man I was dating about how angry I was that I wasn't going to see puppies. I stomped my foot and accidently broke a green glass bottle. "OWWWW!" I cried out, and actually started crying. A piece of glass got wegged in the sole of my foot! The man I was dated just stood there and picked up something that fell out of the glass bottle. He held it up to me and told me to look at it. I was too upset about not seeing puppies and THEN getting glass in my foot! FML! I was NOT in any mood to look up at him. Then he said "Look, it's Yams and her puppies!". I opened my eyes to see him standing there with a single, solitary ring. I was confused...he just starred at me. Then me put it on my hand and said "My name is Chris-let's get married". How could I say no?!?! He revealed to me his biggest secret, his NAME! I was so honored. My life has not been the same since!
MJ and I had been dating for 2 years, and I had finally told her my name. I was afraid that would "ruin the mystery", but instead, it didn't.
I knew it was the right time.
By now I had taken Zach's job sorting at the local Walla Walla recycling plant. I was so good, you could tell me the number inside the little triangle thingy on the bottom of your plastics and I could tell you in 30 seconds (give or take) if it was recyclable. And I don't even work in the plastics department!
Anyway, one day in the fall I took MJ to the recycling plant for a "tour." That's actually what it was, so I probably shouldn't put it in parenthesis. At the end of the tour, I took her to look at the pile of green glass bottles near where I worked in the back. I picked one up and asked her to break it. She looked at me funny... I think she might have suspected something. But thank God she didn't ask any questions, and smashed the bottle on the worktable... the ring went flying across the floor. It was a truly romantic moment.
I of course got down on one knee and properly asked her to marry me. She said yes and cried for a while, then I asked her to leave because my shift wasn't quite over yet.
MJ:
The day started like any other, but it wasn't any other day! It was the day I would be engaged to be married! To Whom, I did not know. I actually never found out his name untill we got engaged. Every day when we would polish our toe nails, I would guess what his name was. Some of my favorites were Jim Bob, Slappy and Clarence. Someone; please tell me that he looks like a Clarence. Throw me a bone or something!
Anyway, I was rolling by Zach's ole recycling place when Zach runs out and jumps on my car. "What the heck?" I thought. Zach was a good friend of mine. We met in Sunday school when I was 6 years old. Turns out that he and the man I was dating (still didn't know his name) were roomates. Back to the story, Zach jumped on my car in a panic. I rolled down my window and asked Zach what the deal was. He yelled out "Yams the recycling plant's dog, just had puppies!". Zach knew how much of a sucker I was for puppies. My room in covered in puppy posters.
My ears immediatly perked up. I parked my car in the handicapped spot and ran into the plant. I saw the man I was dating sorting green bottles and I yelled to him "Hey, have you seen Yams?". He told me that he hadn't seen her all day. I was pissed, Zach had lied to me! So there I was venting to the man I was dating about how angry I was that I wasn't going to see puppies. I stomped my foot and accidently broke a green glass bottle. "OWWWW!" I cried out, and actually started crying. A piece of glass got wegged in the sole of my foot! The man I was dated just stood there and picked up something that fell out of the glass bottle. He held it up to me and told me to look at it. I was too upset about not seeing puppies and THEN getting glass in my foot! FML! I was NOT in any mood to look up at him. Then he said "Look, it's Yams and her puppies!". I opened my eyes to see him standing there with a single, solitary ring. I was confused...he just starred at me. Then me put it on my hand and said "My name is Chris-let's get married". How could I say no?!?! He revealed to me his biggest secret, his NAME! I was so honored. My life has not been the same since!
How we met
Chris:
There I was. It was 2006, the year of the dragon. Although still a student at WIU (go leathernecks!), I was visiting Walla Walla university in Washington for a series of seminars. I don't even remember what the seminars were about (statistical research methods); I just remember I met the most amazing person of my life there.
That person's name was Mari Jo. One day I was at some meet-and-greet thing, standing around awkwardly, not sure who to talk to. I saw some chick approaching me; at first I thought she was wearing glasses, but then I realized she wasn't. Yeah, I don't know why I thought that.
She introduced herself as MJ. "How intriguing", I thought, "This person who I thought was wearing glasses, has for her name the first two letters of the alphabet." I must have been pretty wasted.
She stared at me. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
"No." I replied. From that point on, I knew 1) My name was Chris 2) I would wear a green shirt the next day and 3) we were going to get married eventually.
Incidentally, later that day I met my now good friend Zach, who ignited my passion for properly sorted recylables. Yeah, Zach's a great guy.
MJ:
How did we meet? Oh, I remember that day like is was any other, but it wasn't! It was the day I would meet the ONE. Well, it started like any other, woke up and fed my picher plants, mowed the lawn and made meat loaf. I do this every day...who doesn't like meat loaf? It's actually become a passion of mine. Families whose houses burn down lose their meat and materials to make meat loafs, so that's where I come in. They call me the meat loaf lady. But, that's beside the point, we're talking about my husband!
Well, I was at this seminar for those recovering after their houses burn down. Since, it's my forte, I brought my meat loaf on a cart. My business partner Gail and I set up a booth right next to the fire detectors. We were working hard, supplying meat loaf for families and others too. We just share the wealth. I noticed a man standing in the back of the room, sort of twiddling his thumbs. He looked like he had no idea where the meat loaf was. I could tell that he was smelling it, but seemed to to blind to the fact that we were giving it away.
Me, being the go getter that I am, slapped a piece of meat loaf on a paper plate and ran over to this strange, but intriguing man. "Hi!" I said. He nodded his head. "You like meat loaf?" I asked. "Who doesn't?" he replied as he took the fork I gave him and dug right in. The way he did that told me that he meant business, and I liked that. And he was wearing a Fraggle Rock T shirt, did he even know that was my favorite show growing up?! Not a clue. We struck up a short conversation about Fraggles and then he said that he had to go home and take care of his ferrets. Quick and smooth as ever, I slipped him my meat loaf card and told him to contact me with any meat needs or if he knew anyone who's house is burning down. Let's just say that his house burned down a few weeks later and he called me to help. I was honored and glad that he called me in his time of need. When I went to his house, I found a small pile of brush and a single flame with a house that was obviously still standing. I told him that if he wanted to see me again, he could have just asked me out. So he did. We took a trip to the grocery store the next day and it was official. Ever since then we spent every free moment together.
There I was. It was 2006, the year of the dragon. Although still a student at WIU (go leathernecks!), I was visiting Walla Walla university in Washington for a series of seminars. I don't even remember what the seminars were about (statistical research methods); I just remember I met the most amazing person of my life there.
That person's name was Mari Jo. One day I was at some meet-and-greet thing, standing around awkwardly, not sure who to talk to. I saw some chick approaching me; at first I thought she was wearing glasses, but then I realized she wasn't. Yeah, I don't know why I thought that.
She introduced herself as MJ. "How intriguing", I thought, "This person who I thought was wearing glasses, has for her name the first two letters of the alphabet." I must have been pretty wasted.
She stared at me. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
"No." I replied. From that point on, I knew 1) My name was Chris 2) I would wear a green shirt the next day and 3) we were going to get married eventually.
Incidentally, later that day I met my now good friend Zach, who ignited my passion for properly sorted recylables. Yeah, Zach's a great guy.
MJ:
How did we meet? Oh, I remember that day like is was any other, but it wasn't! It was the day I would meet the ONE. Well, it started like any other, woke up and fed my picher plants, mowed the lawn and made meat loaf. I do this every day...who doesn't like meat loaf? It's actually become a passion of mine. Families whose houses burn down lose their meat and materials to make meat loafs, so that's where I come in. They call me the meat loaf lady. But, that's beside the point, we're talking about my husband!
Well, I was at this seminar for those recovering after their houses burn down. Since, it's my forte, I brought my meat loaf on a cart. My business partner Gail and I set up a booth right next to the fire detectors. We were working hard, supplying meat loaf for families and others too. We just share the wealth. I noticed a man standing in the back of the room, sort of twiddling his thumbs. He looked like he had no idea where the meat loaf was. I could tell that he was smelling it, but seemed to to blind to the fact that we were giving it away.
Me, being the go getter that I am, slapped a piece of meat loaf on a paper plate and ran over to this strange, but intriguing man. "Hi!" I said. He nodded his head. "You like meat loaf?" I asked. "Who doesn't?" he replied as he took the fork I gave him and dug right in. The way he did that told me that he meant business, and I liked that. And he was wearing a Fraggle Rock T shirt, did he even know that was my favorite show growing up?! Not a clue. We struck up a short conversation about Fraggles and then he said that he had to go home and take care of his ferrets. Quick and smooth as ever, I slipped him my meat loaf card and told him to contact me with any meat needs or if he knew anyone who's house is burning down. Let's just say that his house burned down a few weeks later and he called me to help. I was honored and glad that he called me in his time of need. When I went to his house, I found a small pile of brush and a single flame with a house that was obviously still standing. I told him that if he wanted to see me again, he could have just asked me out. So he did. We took a trip to the grocery store the next day and it was official. Ever since then we spent every free moment together.
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