Big Announcement!
I'm engaged! Yes, it's true! I know, I know. You are all saying, "What? I didn't even know you were dating someone!" Well, I admit it has been a bit of a whirlwind. I never thought I would be someone to fall in love so quickly, but... what can I say?
"So who is this gal?" That's your next question, right? Let me introduce you to my fiancé:
Her name is Katie Blunt, but I just call her my little Schmoo-schmoo (we were watching that episode of "3rd Rock" one night, and it just stuck). She’s got a great sense of humor (she thinks I’m funny) and the most beautiful sultry brown eyes. (I'll post a picture at the end of this post.) We met in grad school in August, so we've known each other for just over 7 months. It wasn't really until the last couple of months that we started to get more serious. But once we did, things just clicked!
Katie and I have a lot in common. For one thing, she is a teacher. (I know. I never planned on marrying another teacher. But, again, what can I say? When you're in love... ) She teaches 6th grade science, and even lives right around the corner from my high school. She's funny and talkative and loves to laugh -- just like me!
In other ways, though, I think our relationship is a case of opposites attract. You all know how irreverent and disorganized I can be, Katie kind of reigns me in a bit and helps keep me on track. And she’s already told me how she likes how I make her feel free to loosen up a little bit (I’m still working on it, we’re going to see a little irreverence in her soon!)
Ok, well that's all for now. I'll be sure to give everyone more details soon. And as soon as we have a date I'll post it so everyone can plan on being at the wedding. We're thinking we'll get married in San Diego, but we'll have some sort of open house or reception here too. I’m not really sure she is excited with my idea of having the reception at Wheeler Farm, to be honest, I think she’s convinced I’m joking. (I’m not!)
And you all thought it would never happen!
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15 comments:
Well, it'd be a lot more believable if:
1) this was not April Fools' Day
and
2) you hadn't pulled the same joke with me in front of a bunch of 8th graders 4 years ago tomorrow.
so, uh, well, congratulations on your 2nd April Fools engagement.
And what number wife is she?
What number am I? I forget. I was number one for awhile, then number 7, I think. You'll have to remind me.
Oh yeah.
3) the day you call anyone "shmoo shmoo" without a violent edge of sarcasm in your voice is the day we all take you off to the nearest vet for euthanasia, as it will clearly be waaay too near the end for us to allow you to continue to suffer in that way.
Man, I didn't realize one word could elicit such a reaction. Even if it is repeated. But seriously, you wouldn't find being called someone's schmoo-schmoo endearing? Don't answer that. I expect to have you find it endearing about as much as I expected you to believe the engagement BS. Anyway, thanks for the colorful comments...
Uh... sweetie, you weren't supposed to tell people about the Shmoo Shmoo thing. And by the way, my eyes are BLUE. VERY BLUE.
Congratulations and well done. I'm hoping you snared a couple with this.
Have you seen the BBC April Fool's broadcast about flying penguins? It is absolutely convincing, and our 16-year-old fell for it hook, line, etc.
Well, it is a cute picture. Of both of you.
So, congrats on your engagement photo anyway.
Yeah... I have to agree with a paperback writer the first time you ACTUALLY use the term "shmoo shmoo" in a serious tone without bursting out laughing, you're ready for the little white house on the big green hill.... or was that the big white house on the little green hill? Either way, you'll be checking into the Rubber Room Motel...
-Fz
Hey, Mary, wasn't there also that classic BBC documentary in the 1950s about the spaghetti trees and Italians harvesting the pasta from the trees? I recall seeing something like that somewhere ... and laughing like crazy.
I remember back in high school when our student TV news did an April Fools broadcast that included a fake commercial for a record (yes, vinyl -- this was 1980) called "Sing Along With Marcel Marceau." They even had "bouncing dot" lyrics for the commericial. It was great -- great enough that I remember it 28 years later.
OK, it's not April 1st anymore, so I don't have to make up some lame, although hilarious, reason for why I thought my fiancee's blue eyes were brown. The truth is, they look brown in the picture.
I did, in fact, snare a few with this. The whole thing started when one of my students asked me if I could get a picture of me with my "fiancee" for our April 1str School Newspaper. I couldn't ask Nikita and Funaki-naki-naki to be my fiancee because they both taught at the Jr. High my students came from, I asked the 4th person in our final project group to be in the picture. Got a few good, but the best was one student who, as I walked into another teacher's room to ask her a question, asked me "Mr. Rossi, are you really getting married?" I hunched down, looked him straight in the eyes and said "It's April first today!" to which he responded "So, are you REALLY getting married?" And the custodians scrounged around the store room and came up with a wedding present for me - a can of "Smoke in a Can". Dangerous to give it to me.
And finally, if I ever do say, seriously, "my little schmoo-schmoo" to someone, please have me committed. I don't want to live with a mind that would consider that endearing....
Hey, it worked before, too.
Remember how the band teacher down the hall from us accidentally got sucked into the joke we played on those 8th graders? And the kids who wanted to know if we were going to have children and which of us would move into whose house?
I'm not at all surprised you fooled people.
Oh, yeah.
I wrote a comment over on schmoo-schmoo's blog welcoming her to the Rossi Wives and a new sister wife. I like the term, but she looks too young to catch the reference to the Stepford Wives (at least the old one that was a horror film, anyway).
I don't know if she'll post the comment or not, since it came from a sister wife.....
Yeah, it always surprises me at how anxious some people are to see single people paired off. Which is why, I think, they fall for this stuff so easily.
Max,
I think that's only true 1) in Utah and 2) for men.
Outside of Utah, no one cares.
And no one has ever been anxious to pair me off with anyone. No one has ever asked me why I haven't gotten remarried -- because it's obvious.
Now, you may or may not be aware that Brigham YOung supposedly once said that an unmarried man over the age of 26 is a menace to the community -- and that Utah Mormons have been doing their darndest to get all elligible bachelors married off every since. (And a few inelligible ones, too. Years ago we had a young male teacher at the junior high who was -- in my opinion -- obviously gay, and I knew he hung out with all my gay friends. One older female teacher kept trying to line him up with her niece, and he kept refusing politely. When I heard her complaining about his refusals, I burst out laughing and told her how I'd seen him at a Diversity Rally with several of my friends and also at parties with afew of them. I told her he was gay and she argued with me! So did the home ec teacher that you know from the school. I thought it was hysterical that these women were going to such great lengths to torment this poor fellow who really was NOT interested.)
Now, I suppose that cute, young girls who may fall into this category as well. People can't imagine why they haven't been snagged up yet.
Thus, when you -- the single, straight guy with a job (gee, it is rather amazing you haven't been hooked in, come to think of it...) -- does a fake match up with a cute, young girl... well, of course some people WANT to believe it.
You didn't fool me, however -- not even for a nano second (see my original 3 reasons).
Awesome! Congratulations, man!
I knew I wouldn't fool you, Writer. And I do agree that it is far worse here in Utah, and it may be worse for men, but I have known women who have had the same problem, diverting the "I know the perfect (guy/gal) for you" thing.
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