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Hoo! What a month and a half. Should I list it all or just make a mess of things like normal? You’re right, the latter is preferable.

Now we live in San Diego. Just like poof! TBU got a great job offer and I should be starting my nursing program in SD in a few months so we gave our thirty days and left our bucolic hamlet by the sea. It has been a rough start. A rough fucking start. I don’t have a job and I’ve been searching (heartily) since July 20. I’ve said my name so many times and shaken so many hands it’s been exhausting. In fact, I don’t know if I can even write complete sentences that aren’t detailing my work history and trying to get you to hire me to do some sort of paid work. But we’ll see.

We moved into a place sight unseen and for the first night it seemed ok, but that was probably just paint fume induced euphoria. Since then it’s been like we live in an airport smoking room. It’s hot hot hot but we can’t open the doors or windows because all of our neighbors like to support tobacco companies with what seems like all their time and money. So we’ve been living in a green house with fans and air purifiers running at all times. The plants are doing really well actually. We found a new place that we move into at the end of next week. I’ll try to make it.

But you knoooooow, the move isn’t really the biggest news. Well considering how long TBU and I have been together, I guess it is. When we were in Tahoe for the 4th of July weekend TBU proposed. I yelled, “Right now!?” and smacked him. Then he asked me again and I said yes. It was really quite sweet. We were at his family’s cabin, eating dinner on the deck watching the fireworks. My love of fireworks is well documented. We talked about what he should be called now that he is my fiancee and will soon be my husband. I argued that he should remain TBU for blogging’s sake. He positioned for THC – The Husband Companion. Then I checked his ID, just to make sure he wasn’t 16.

Also, TBU’s Canadian grandfather died in the midst of all this and we just got back from Canada a couple days ago. Remember last year’s trip? I don’t know if I feel like going into related details of this year’s trip. I guess I could, but I don’t want to give too much energy to it. Mostly, it was a lovely trip, save for TBU threatening to call off the wedding because of my vegetarianism (believe me it was so unrelated it was comical). There were a few bumps in the road, but really, nothing less could be expected from us. Everytime shit like this goes down I only wind up being obviously right, so I am never too bothered. I’ll save the gossip for another post.

The service was beautiful, TBU did a great job getting up in front of everyone and telling a story about his grandpa. And when the glee club sang “It’s a Wonderful World” I totally lost it. Good thing I was wearing liquid eyeliner and waterproof mascara.

I got my first ringer in horseshoes, everyone cheered. Except TBU because he was off trying to make me jealous. Ha! I can’t even stop myself. It’s true though, I got a ringer, I was very excited, people cheered but TBU wasn’t one of them. There, simple.

What else? Well our engagement was big news in Canadia, even though two other cousins just got engaged. The fact that ours is taking place in Southern California really seemed to enthrall people, that and the theme. Whatever works, we got our first present! $100 Canadian, so like $95. But no, it was really Canadian because we spent it all on booze while we were there. It was really sweet and touching and totally unexpected. Plus, my ring far overshadowed everyone else’s so HUZZAH!

During all these crises I’ve feebly attempted to plan a wedding. It has been slow going but we have our venue, our caterer and our theme. Guesses? Guesses? Next time.

The Millionizer calls shotgun but acquiesces that you may play your R&B tunes