Chocolate covered diamonds are a girls best friend!

Some may be aware that for Memorial Day weekend, I went to see my sweetie, Ryan, in the grand ol' city of Fargo ND. Fargo. Where every chinese buffet closes are 9:30, Bed Bath and Beyond closes at 6:30, you can wear jeans to church, and I'm Pretty sure it's the only place I know that will let a plane take of during a thunder storm, "Thank you for flying with United Airlines. We will be maneuvering as necessary to avoid any storms. You may use our designer seat cushions as floatation devices in case of emergency. (are there any large bodies of water between fargo and Denver?!) Please turn off any electronic or cellular devices at this time. For those of you who cannot be without your cellular device for 10 minutes, we have psychiatrists on standby." ha. ha. ha. oh Fargo, how you humor me. After meeting several very colorful characters in the airports on the way (future blog to follow on THAT fun lil topic), I arrived in Fargo around midnight. Boyfriend was supposed to pick me up at the airport. After some serious psychological help on the airplane, I turned my phone back on to find a text that reads "Babe. Oh my gosh. I'm sorry. I can't pick you up. I just got into an accident. I'm totally fine. No worries. It wasn't my fault either but I'm doing insurance stuff. Mike is going to drop you off and pick you up wherever you are staying." .... excuse me? ...EXCUSE ME?! RYAN! FOR THE LOVE OF CRUD! awesome. just. awesome. SO. I call Mike, he picks me up, drops me off, I go to my room, open the door. now for this part I'm gonna let you inside my head and I'll move kinda fast so try to keep up. open door. See very dim lighting. panic a little. Is this my room? continue to open because obviously our thoughts process and move a loot faster than our actions. See lit candles. holy crap. not my room. I'm interrupting someones romantic night. don't look at the bed. DON'T LOOK AT THE BED! Someone could be getting it on. see man. see man with creepy smile looking at me from over a table with roses and lot of treats. freak out. There's a guy in my room. There's a guy in my room with lit candles everywhere. run. HEY VALERIE, WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE?! RUN, YOU ARE GONNA GET RAPED R-A-P-E-D RAPED!!!! THEY DOUBLE BOOKED YOUR ROOM! THEY LET SOME CREEPER IN YOUR ROOM! WAIT! ...wait. That creeper is my boyfriend. ...... ....... ...... kill. him.
yep, that was pretty much it in a heartbeat. Literally though. pretty sure that was my whole though process within the 3 seconds it took me to realize it was Ryan. No, I didn't kill him. I wanted to considering I nearly soiled my pants on some tastefully tacky carpet that some poor arabic woman would have to later clean up. no no. I did not kill him. I gave him a hug, like the sweet girlfriend should do, but I was so freaking scared. NOT FUNNY. Anywho.... yea! Ryan didn't get in an accident. He lied. He's a good liar. I should be scared. He had lots of little treats set up and was just so adorable. We ate cinnamon rolls, He had lil chocolate covered pretzels, strawberries, chocolate dip... the works. He just tries so hard. After a little bit, he went to do something and realized he forgot to put a lil bag of M&M's in the chocolate dip. M&M's the the chocolate dip? Ryan... doncha think that's a little bit of sugar overload? I mean, I get trying to be romantic and all but really, you've done enough. ha ha. He asked me to pour the M&M's in the chocolate, and being the mature adult that I am... I.. uh... put the package in my shirt. Come on people, like you wouldn't have done the same? It was payback time! He scared me! And payback was glorious. He came out, couldn't find the M&M's, started whining about how he'd planned this and was really excited about the M&M's... Ryan, they're just M&M's bud. cool it. Little did I know, I may or may not have just shoved a nice lil assortment of diamonds down my shirt. whoopsie :) It still would have been a mystery had he not said "Vaaaal, you're ruining my proposal." awww crap. Of course this would happen to me. so fine. I'll put the M&M's in the chocolate, just pleeeease get up off of one knee! haha I examined the bag, opened it and poured the M&M's in. I saw the ring but had not decided if I wanted to still let him have his moment and pretend I hadn't seen it, or if I wanted to dive in a grab it, after all, I'd ruined the mood anyways! I decided to let him do his thing. He tried fishing it out of the chocolate sauce, and after I couldn't stand to watch my diamonds drown in a high fructose corn syrup and cocoa mixture much longer, I told him "Ryan, I saw the ring. Just get it out." So he did, proposed, I said yes, and the rest was history. Wait, woah. You keeping up with me? Yup, I'm engaged!

Take that facebook, blogspot is the first to know :) hahaha
oh, and get this. I'm a scrap booker right? I'm usually pretty good about taking pictures of memorable things... I didn't take a single picture of the whole weekend with Ryan. I suck. The end.

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