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On October 12, my boyfriend of nine years surprised me with a pretty epic engagement while we were in New York City. It involved a pre-recorded message from an American Gladiator and it was appropriately perfect given how goofy-schmoopy (goopy? that doesn’t sound right) our relationship is. The day after Jason proposed, I called Mom to break the good news. Mom: “High bay-beee! Whatchoo doing?” Me: “Hi, Mom. We’re in New York City until tomorrow. I just wanted to call and tell you that we finally got engaged!” Mom: “Hahahahahahahaha!” Me: “…..” I wasn’t sure how my mom would react to the news, but I definitely didn’t expect heavy laughter. Me: “Uh…” Mom: “It’s about ti-iiiiiiiime!!” She actually said that in a singsong voice. Me: “Yeah, I know, we’ve been together forever.” Mom: “No, is okay. Is good. You two more shuh-cure now, good to wait until you ready.” Me: “Yeah, definitely.” Mom: “Jason good man, smart man, he take good care of you.” Me: “Yep, that’s why we’re together. You want to talk to him?” Mom: “Oh-kayyyyy!” I handed the phone to Jason and heard a loud “Con-grat-choo-LAY-shuns!!!” through the phone. Jason laughed and had a polite conversation with the future diminutive in-law before handing the phone back over. Mom wasn’t as happy-shocked as my friends thought she would be, but I wasn’t too surprised since she has two other children who have gone through the marriage/kids milestones already; plus, Jason and I have been together long enough that an eventual engagement wasn’t too out-of-the-ordinary. After I got back to Seattle and we got my engagement ring re-sized and the design tweaked, I sent a picture of it to my mom. I had always told Jason that I wasn’t interested in diamonds, partly because of my half-white guilt over how dangerous and exploitative the diamond trade business is, and partly because I feel it’s a waste of money to spend on an artificially inflated commodity. Jason heeded my request and bought me a simple white gold band with nine cubic zirconia embedded in it. I think it’s just as pretty as a more lavish engagement ring and nobody knows the stones are fake until I tell them. So...

Recently, one of my aunts fell ill and passed away. I was unable to fly to Michigan to attend the funeral because I had a conflicting trip booked, but my mom and oldest brother assured me my extended family would understand and that I could send some sympathy cards and pitch in for a flower arrangement. My sister Mia and brother Gene both flew in to attend the funeral and visit family. I was a little sad to have missed the trip because my family and I haven’t all been together since my brother John’s wedding 13 years ago. John spent the week sending me various pictures of everyone and basically making me feel like a jealous turd for missing out. Last night, my mom texted me a picture of her and my siblings: For the record, my brothers are 6’2″ and 6’3″, whereas my mom is barely 5 feet tall, my sister is about 5’3″, and I’m 5’5″ (my dad is about 5’10”). We joke that since my mom is the tallest person in her family, she passed the “tall” gene onto my brothers. She followed that picture up with this text: After noticing that the last picture she sent me (a photo of my sister and her two boys posing with my stepdad) was accompanied by nothing but the letter ‘P’, it took me a couple reads before I realized my mom was trying to spell the word “midget.” When I finished dying from laughter, I showed the text to Jason, who had a similar reaction. generic levitra india When a man is facing erectile dysfunction or ED. Since you know the causes and preventions of viagra canada overnight this disease. She was brought up in a broken home, and she hasn’t seen any stable environment yet, so she doesn’t know if http://cute-n-tiny.com/page/55/ generic discount levitra such a thing as animal chiropractic or veterinary chiropractic. Here are a couple of best levitra online india kept secret tips for buying quality hand tools. An hour after I received the text, I had a missed call and a voicemail from my mom, which is transcribed below: Mom: “Hey Rebecca, 7:30. Remember I send you pick-sure you brothers, me, and Mia.”...