In which I get engaged

Ok, proposal story. I love hearing other people’s, so maybe you’ll love hearing mine.

I had a bad day at work. Shitty day. People were idiots and not tipping (and I was grumpy from staying up too late the night before. I called Aaron as I left work, letting him know I was on my way home but I had to stop at the bank and the liquor store (see: crappy day). He said that he and Luna were hanging out in the backyard, making a campfire, shooting some arrows. “WTF are you doing outside?!” I said. “It’s frickin freezing!” But I told him I would change out of my work clothes and join him.

When I got home, I decided to go say hi first, then change. I headed down the hill, to be greeted by an excited Luna dog. And an even more excited Aaron, waiting for me with open arms (literally). We hung out for a few minutes, but I complained of being cold because it was 20 degrees and windy. He pulled me closer to the campfire and asked if I was warm now, could I stay for a minute? I agreed. which sent Aaron into a soliloquy about how he loves that I am the kind of girl that will hang out in the backyard with a fire even though I’m cold and cranky from work, and he loves me so much “and that’s why I’m asking you to be my wife.”

Me: “what?” ­čś«

him: “will you marry me?” (produces ring)

Me: “Are you kidding me!?”

*much crying on both parts* At some point I managed to say something in the affirmative. I only remember saying ok, but he says I said a whole myriad of yesses.

We did more crying and kissing and hugging, things that newly engaged couples do. We made some calls, sent some texts, and told the Facebooks. Then we went out to dinner at Village Wayside Grill, which is now very close to our house, but more importantly, it’s where we had our first date (14 months ago). There, a drunk couple at the bar started chatting us up, and asked us if we were having a good Valentine’s Day. (Which is tomorrow, and has nothing to do with the timing of the story, but moving on) and I got to tell random strangers that we just got engaged. Yeah, I’m going to be that girl tonight, so what. Then another couple overheard us, and they wanted to know all the details, see the ring, etc. I admit, it was fun to show off.

THE ONE RING: Aaron (with permission) went through his mother’s jewelry box to find a special ring. He selected a delicate white gold band / sapphire and diamond stone that his father (since passed away) had given to his mom. With my line of work (hairdressing), he wanted a mount for the stone that would not catch hair or get dinged easily. Also, the stone that was in there was pretty and dark blue, but not sparkly. Aaron found a local jeweler (Van Dyke Jewelry) to cut off the old mount & stone and replace it with those of his choosing. The original mount was melted down and added to the band of the ring. (It does need to be resized, but that happens.) The stone he chose was an oval sapphire in very light blue. It’s very sparkly, and appears to change color in certain lights. Also he pointed out that sapphire is almost as hard as diamond, so me working with my hands should have no affect.

Anyhoo…. he liked it so he put a ring on it.



In which I go on Vacation

I just got back from one of the best vacations ever. My fella and I drove the 6.5 hours from Asheville, NC to Hammocks Beach State Park, where we stayed on Bear Island. The island is┬áaccessible┬áby boat only, and our boat of choice was two sea kayaks. I had never been kayaking before, and let me just say that kayaks – like me – are awkward (especially when you have all your backpacking gear strapped to it). But after following James’s advice to “wiggle around a bit and try to tip over”, and subsequently realizing that tipping over was in fact, very difficult, the awkwardness subsided and I became a professional kayaker.

See? Pics or it didn’t happen.

The 2.6 mile trip out to the island usually takes about an hour, but in addition to my inexperience, we were also completely loaded down with supplies and fighting both the wind and the tide. Plus it was sunset, so the colored trail markers were hard to see. Maybe we took a coupla wrong turns. But we got there with enough daylight to set up camp and cook some chili dogs.

The next morning we rose, almost with the sun, and went exploring. April is still the off season, so we had the entire island to ourselves. We wandered the marshes and beach, found lots of shells and sand crabs, saw lots of birds, and enjoyed the perfect weather. Literally perfect – sunny and 72 degrees, with some wispy white clouds and a pleasant breeze. One thing that was a little off-putting though, was the presence of a military training base directly next to our island. We could hear them testing their giant weapons off in the distance. The visitor’s center even had a sign explaining the “thunderous noises” we may be hearing.

How beautiful was our campsite? Well…

The folks from the state park organization were actually using it for a photoshoot while we were out exploring. (James’s pictures are better though!)

We enjoyed 3 days of our peaceful island, travelling by kayak, napping in hammocks, and just enjoying life with no cell phones or computers. But there was something there that we hadn’t counted on – clouds and clouds of gnats. The locals call them “no see -ums” and they are on the beach year-round. At first we thought they were just annoying – they would just engulf us and fly into our noses, ears, eyes, and mouths. As time went on, however, we found that we were each covered in tiny bites. I’m pretty sure the gnats were trying to either devour us or carry us away piece by tiny piece. They got to be such a thing that we ended up leaving our camp a day early.

Yes, we were wearing bug spray. But this was mountain bug spray, and these were beach bugs. I’d hate to see what would happen if we had no bug spray at all. Or if we had come later in the summer. I do not want to find out. Although I have concluded that the nextdoor military base should be finding ways to weaponize these gnats, because they were damn maddening.

So we packed up and headed to New Bern, NC where we were able to extend our inn reservations by a day. New Bern is a cute little colonial town, full of history and quirky art. The fire hydrants are painted like local historical figures. There is lots of public art, including various bears painted in symbolic ways. We ate lots of yummy food, and had the best showers ever. (The showers were probably so great because they were our first ones in days and they got rid of all the sweat, dirt, and sand we had built up.) The inn we stayed at was an historical building owned by a cute retired couple that made us breakfast every morning.

The only downside of the inn was that the tv in our room was smaller than my laptop screen. It was only a problem because I couldn’t read the channel numbers, or hear it when the AC was on. But, we didn’t go on vacation to watch tv, so it really was a minor problem.

So, after 5 days and 820 driven miles (plus who knows how many kayaked and walked), we returned home. Refreshed, and maybe a little itchy from lingering gnat bites.


To see the best of James’s photos from our entire vacation, click here.

Cattooed, part 2

You may remember this post in which I discuss getting my cats’ paws permanently inked on me. Well I did it. (One of them anyway. I haven’t decided where to put Hadley’s giant paw yet.)


I’m extremely pleased with the way it turned out. My artist added some fur around the shape so I don’t look like the rapper Eve. We also like the fur because there is no mistaking this paw print. Is that a panther? a bear? No – it’s a widdle cuddly wuddly kitty cat.

I showed you the stamp before, but then I also took a photo of the bottom of his paw so we could get the coloring right. As a result, this is definitely Mecrutio’s paw; right size, shape, and color. And the placement is awesome.

I was expecting this tattoo to hurt quite a bit, as the other side of my chest was my most painful to date. But the opposite happened – it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, I think this tattoo hurt least out of all of them so far. I also kinda feel like maybe tattoos just don’t hurt anymore. Or maybe Brian is just light handed. I was only under the needle for about half an hour, but still. I didn’t bat an eye. I was just like “ho-hum, am I getting tattooed? Whatever.” The last several I’ve gotten have been like this.

There were a few other people in the shop getting tattooed at the same time as me. One of them was this big football looking guy getting his bicep done, and I definitely saw him wincing but playing tough. Then when he was leaving, I could see that he was hurting. I thought it was funny that I’m a tiny little girl, getting a more painful place on my body tattooed, and I didn’t even blink an eye.

Also, you’d be surprised at how often people need to talk to my artist while a pretty girl is getting her chest tattooed. I was wearing a tank top, and had various bandages around to protect from smearing ink, so it’s not like anyone could see anything they shouldn’t. Still, the other artist came in every few minutes, sometimes to watch, sometimes to bug Brian about what he wanted to eat. I also he think he noticed that I wasn’t in any pain. That’s right, I’m a badass.

self portrait

Have I mentioned I like rainbows? I know I’ve talked about my own hair before, and I will again, but you can’t really appreciate it until you see it.

rainbow hair


So there you have it. I do it all myself, and the colors are all Jerome Russell Punky Color semipermanent dye in Pillarbox Red, Bright Yellow, Alpine Green, Atlantic Blue, and Purple. I re-do it every 6-8 weeks (or whenever I get around to it). I only bleach it out when my natural growth starts to overtake the color.

(Pardon the cell phone pic!)