We went on a cruise this weekend, and I asked Lindsey to marry me. She said yes and we've been riding the high since then.
Unfortunately Lindsey doesn't wear rings for me to know what ring size she is, so it doesn't fit so great right now. We're getting it sized tomorrow though, and then everything will be perfect.
I'd tell the details of the story now, except it's bedtime.
I realize that the last post was light on details, so here's the real scoop.
During the summer I was able to go help out at a local camp. And of course we get nifty camp names that may or may not have anything to do with who you are. I've helped out once at this camp before and I gave myself the name Pez. The week leading up to this summer's camp I thought that maybe Hammer would be better, because when I was a factory worker some of the guys would call me that. Sadly, I was stuck with the name Pez. It wasn't really a bad thing though, as most people I was introduced to were interested in talking about my Pez collection. 300+ Pez dispensers and it grows every few years by a few more. That's my Pez story, nothing to do with anything really)
Anyways, when I get back from camp my sister is sitting there and tells me...
"So, I'm pregnant."
I'm all, "Cool! I get to be an Uncle!" and then I'm all, "So does this mean you're getting married sooner?"
Yes, my sister is pregnant so she and her beau will be tying the knot on October 14th, 2007. Pretty much everyone knows now so it's safe to go blabbing everywhere about it. I'm excited that there's going to be a baby in the family, but I'm also wondering how I'm going to continue living here while my sister and her hubby are trying to start a family. I've been living with her for a few years now.
Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Do you hear that?
It's the winds of change.
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Things have slowed down a little. To the point that I have a bit of time to post a brief update.
I'm still here.
I still love hockey.
Let's see if this dusty ol' blog still has legs.
