I read on a friend's blog this morning that Swedish Crown Princess Victoria Bernadotte is now engaged to her long-time boyfriend Daniel.
Royalty is a big deal in Sweden, even though they do absolutely nothing to run the country except act as diplomats to foreign leaders and sometimes advisers to government officials, I presume. However, it's just the joy of having a real king, queen, prince and princesses that is so fascinating.
Daniel, a gym owner from Stockholm who is not of "noble blood," has been dating Victoria for seven years. They have may have been living together as well, I am not sure. Now, they finally have the government's and the royal family's blessing to get married.
Being named after the crown princess, who is a year and a half older than I am, I do take solace in the fact that I got engaged first! (Christmas - read about it here). And not only that! Victoria and Daniel are planning their royal wedding for the late spring/early summer of 2010.
Albie and I are getting married in a month! Yup, that's right - March 29, 2009. Exactly one month before our four-year anniversary of our first date. It's going to be a small ceremony away from home.
But don't worry. Just like Victoria and Daniel posted their engagement announcement on YouTube, Albie and I will post video evidence on the web for the whole world to see!
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
When the ring goes missing
It's happened to a few people I know. We even wrote a story about it last week in The Register Citizen. I just never thought it would happen to me.
Last year, a coworker called me on her day off and asked "Is my engagement ring on my keyboard at my desk?" I went to look, then reported back. "Yes, right where you left it." She came to pick it up a few minutes later.
Two years before that, a married reporter went to cover something at a camp facility. When he came back, he was without his wedding band. After several phone calls to people at the camp, and several young girls searching buildings and areas where he had been, he had to give up hope to ever find his ring again. "My wife is going to kill me," was the last thing he said before he went home that night.
Tonight, I was driving home fiddling with my fingers on the steering wheel when all of a sudden something didn't feel right. "My ring!" I exclaimed. "I'm not wearing my ring!"
Earlier in the day I had taken the ring off while I was putting lotion on my very dry arms. Perhaps it was still sitting on my desk at work? I immediately called work. No ring. A was put on hold while a coworker - the same one from above who lost her ring last year - looked around my desk, my garbage can, the floor, piles of papers on other desks... NOTHING!
"I'll call you later if it shows up," she said, not sounding certain it would. I wasn't certain either. Where could it be?
For ten minutes, I was in a panic, thinking I'd lost my grandmother's golden ring. I'm not sure if it's worth much, but to me it's worth the world. Especially since it is now a symbol of mine and Albie's relationship.
When I finally got home, I emptied all my pockets. Nothing. Then my last hope... my gloves! I was barely inside the door when I threw the thin gloves down on the stairs and started slapping the outside of them. And there, inside one of them, was a great big lump! Phew!
The ring must have slipped off after I spent ten minutes cleaning off my car in the freezing cold (it was nice and sunny when I went to work this afternoon, then the temps dropped 20 degrees in a few hours and we had 2 inches of snow). My gloves were wet from all the snow, so I had ripped them off and thrown them onto the passenger seat before I went home.
It's a good thing they were wet, though. Had I stuffed them back into my pockets, I may have never found the ring, or may have lent the gloves to someone else with the ring still inside!
Last year, a coworker called me on her day off and asked "Is my engagement ring on my keyboard at my desk?" I went to look, then reported back. "Yes, right where you left it." She came to pick it up a few minutes later.
Two years before that, a married reporter went to cover something at a camp facility. When he came back, he was without his wedding band. After several phone calls to people at the camp, and several young girls searching buildings and areas where he had been, he had to give up hope to ever find his ring again. "My wife is going to kill me," was the last thing he said before he went home that night.
Tonight, I was driving home fiddling with my fingers on the steering wheel when all of a sudden something didn't feel right. "My ring!" I exclaimed. "I'm not wearing my ring!"
Earlier in the day I had taken the ring off while I was putting lotion on my very dry arms. Perhaps it was still sitting on my desk at work? I immediately called work. No ring. A was put on hold while a coworker - the same one from above who lost her ring last year - looked around my desk, my garbage can, the floor, piles of papers on other desks... NOTHING!
"I'll call you later if it shows up," she said, not sounding certain it would. I wasn't certain either. Where could it be?
For ten minutes, I was in a panic, thinking I'd lost my grandmother's golden ring. I'm not sure if it's worth much, but to me it's worth the world. Especially since it is now a symbol of mine and Albie's relationship.
When I finally got home, I emptied all my pockets. Nothing. Then my last hope... my gloves! I was barely inside the door when I threw the thin gloves down on the stairs and started slapping the outside of them. And there, inside one of them, was a great big lump! Phew!
The ring must have slipped off after I spent ten minutes cleaning off my car in the freezing cold (it was nice and sunny when I went to work this afternoon, then the temps dropped 20 degrees in a few hours and we had 2 inches of snow). My gloves were wet from all the snow, so I had ripped them off and thrown them onto the passenger seat before I went home.
It's a good thing they were wet, though. Had I stuffed them back into my pockets, I may have never found the ring, or may have lent the gloves to someone else with the ring still inside!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The engagement
On Christmas Eve, I was very sleepy. I knew I didn't have to get up for hours, so there was no reason to get out of bed.
Albie kept checking in on me, waking me up and then apologizing for it. I fell back asleep.
Around 1 p.m., he finally came in and sat down next to my side of the bed and said, "the kitties want to ask you something."
"Yeah sure," I mumbled, while pulling my comforter and two blankets up to my chin and rolling over.
I was sure it had to do with breakfast, since Pip and Sophie usually don't get fed until I get out of bed in the "morning."
"Hold on," Albie said. "I'll go get them."
I fell back asleep again, then I woke up when Albie, carrying both cats, came up to the bed and kneeled down by my side. I noticed Sophie was wearing a pink bow - it was nice to see her "dressed up for Christmas."
"The kitties would like to know..." Albie started, while both kitties stared me straight in the face, "...they would like to know if you want to make our family arrangement more official."
"Yes," I said immediately, still not really understanding what was happening. We had already talked about this. He knew I wasn't going to say no if he proposed.
I reached out my left hand to scratch Pip behind the ears, and I noticed he was also wearing something around his neck. It was black yarn. Then I felt the ring attached to the yarn. I touched Sophie again, and she was also wearing a ring tied onto her bow - my grandmother and step-grandfather's engagement rings.
"Oh," I said, then I started laughing. "I get it now."
As we kissed, Albie put the kitties down. It wasn't until a few seconds later we realized we still had to retrieve the rings, now being carried around the house by four-legged critters not too eager to slow down...
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