Trololo, LOTR, and ice cream filled donuts

A lot has happened to me in the past month or so.

I took and passed two licensing exams, I got engaged, and now…I just got a promotion at work!!

To top it all off, I just had a fantastic BM this morning that put me in an even greater, lighter mood.  TMI?  Not even close.

I. AM. SO. BLESSED!!

I want to share this seemingly unending joy with others, but how can I do that?  I can’t reach through the computer and give each of you a hug, although I’d like to, so I’ll do the next best thing.

I am as happy, if not happier (if that’s even possible without excessive amounts of speed laced with E), than this guy!  Watch it, memorize it, love it, sing it.  Use it as your ringtone.  Pass it on to others.  This could be the next Kony 2012, except the opposite, you know, without all the genocide.  You’re welcome.

And then, if that last one was too smarmy and borderline creepy for you, here’s an extra bonus for the more nerdly inclined:

They should make a LOTR musical.  I think that’s one of the few things that could make me even happier than I already am.  That, and maybe some ice cream.  Or donuts.

Perhaps ice cream filled donuts, but I won’t push my luck.

My Cup Runneth Over

I’m way behind in my blog-postiness and that pains me.

I still need to blog about the awesome flour bombing competition me and my pilotboy practiced for and participated in.

Someone awesome nominated me for another blogging award, and I have yet to write a post accepting that.

But before those can happen, I must spread the joy that is growing in leaps and bounds in my life.  Not only did I recently get licensed as a real live therapist, but this happened as well:

That’s right, my friends!  This shit is happening!

Brian and I met at the most awesome job in the world – Summer Nature Camp – and he wanted to propose in the place where it all started.  Full circle.  Cue fireworks and rainbows.

Apparently he had been trying to get me to go geocaching (yet another awesome post I have yet to write) in the park where the camp takes place for a couple of weeks as a way of luring me back to camp so he could make me the happiest woman alive.  And apparently I was very stubborn.  See, he said “let’s go geocaching at the park” and I heard “let’s go traipse through waist-high, snake-filled weeds and get dirty and smelly.”

Unless there’s a very expensive piece of jewelry involved, no thanks.

Well, Brian finally convinced me to go despite it being the hottest day of the year thus far.  As I was getting ready to go, I had a fluttering thought that maybe – just maaayybe – this might be the day.

So we gooped up with sunscreen and traipsed around and we found 4 lovely geocaches and got supremely sweaty and smelly.  We also had an awesome time getting all sentimental with memories from camp – the best job ever in the history of jobs.

Brian wanted to propose in front of the Seven Bedroom House – the building from which we ran camp, and also the building in front of which Brian and I first met almost exactly 10 years ago and also the building in front of which I first asked Brian out almost exactly 9 years ago.  This building is extra special, right down to the peeling lead paint and the attic covered in Hantavirus.

But Brian couldn’t propose in front of the Seven Bedroom House because our former fellow counselors were working, getting ready for the next day (today), the first day of camp for the summer.  So after visiting with them, Brian acted like it was time to go and we walked back down the hill, hand-in-hand, past the fire pit and across the footbridge that goes over the pond on the way to the car.  In the middle of the footbridge Brian stops me and BAM – he’s on one knee.  The rest is history!

Thank goodness we didn’t drop that ring in the water.

One Ring to rule them all…