YAY. Has DA been a disgruntled maniac for anybody else lately? The last time I was on (Friday) I couldn't access my journal options or fave art or do much else. Seems okay now though, so I can update with my big news at last. Huzzaaaah.

*Dimintri's pretty much spilled the goods already, so it's not going to be much of a surprise. But still...

I'M GETTIN' MARRIED! Gawsh, it's as bizarre to type as it is to say, but I'm so damn gleeful that I could asplode into a cloud of purple smoke. My mind's been floating around somewhere in limbo (more then usual) since Christmas and I've only just recently come back to earth. What a perfect ending to one of the most eventful years of my life. *swoon*
So anyway it went something like this: He offered the ring on Christmas morning, got down on the bended knee and gave me the whole adorable 'would you do me the honour of... speech with a 'omgpleasesayyesorI'mgonnacurlupanddie' look on his face, but with me being sleepeh and without caffeine all I could wonder was 'aw, poor thing, he must have fallen and hurt his leg... ' but then I paid closer attention and finally woke up.
My answer? After almost stumbling sideways into the Christmas tree with shock and killing us both? HELL YEAH! Of course this is ~Megatron80 I'm talking about, my dear Jpooh, not some random bloke who'd just wandered into the house. No. And It wouldn't be Brumby if she hadn't made an ass out of herself at some point, so I sorta glomped him a bit too forcefully and the both of us, somehow, ended up on the other side of the room. Crazy. I think he asked amid the chaos of feet and scattered presents, 'so that's a yes then?' and that's when I blurted my answer, which I hadn't actually given yet. Until then all I'd managed to do was open my mouth, make a bunch of spazzy flapping hand gestures and DIVE. Still, it's a moment I'll never ever forget for the rest of my life. Not bad for a girl who was once terrified of commitment and... gasp... marriage. Over that now. WAY over it. I may have almost killed him and taken out half of the living room in the process, but he has no regrets (yet). At least it'll be something to tell the grandkids. And the tree managed to remain upright, so we weren't crushed. Yayee.
Now there have been no dates set yet or anything like that, much to my family's disappointment. They were all aware of the plans (sure makes sense now: why my mum would break into a fit of giggling whenever I wondered out loud what James was gonna get me for Christmas... tsk, seems so obvious now) and *Dimintri too I believe! Even my dad is gleeful and he's notorious for disliking every boyfriend I've introduced him to, especially the one he tried to beat around the head with a golf club when I was 16. So everybody turned up for their Christmas lunch, all of my family and his, and it was perhaps the most chaotic time of my life. The women went berserk and rounded on me like a pack of hungry wolves, interrogating me with questions like 'Have you thought about what style of dress you'd like?' 'What're you going to do with your hair?', 'Have you set a date yet?' 'Shoes! You need shoes!?', 'Where are you going for the honeymoon?' and becoming increasing infuriated with my dumbfounded answers of 'Er', 'I dunno yet really', 'haven't had time to think about that yet', 'Uh' and 'Um'. I mean, I was still trying to come to terms with the fact I was actually getting married, and these women were picking my poor shocked brain for information that just wasn't there. It was obvious they had been dying to ask me these things for months, having been in on the plan. Anyway, I finally managed to wriggle free and left them arguing over what colour the bridesmaid dresses should be to escape and play some cricket with the boys, which was a lot more fun. It's doubtful they were even aware of my absence anyway. I mean, I'm sure the wedding plans will come together in time, but unlike our families we're in no rush to set a date. It's going to be a slow and steady process. The thought of wearing a dress and walking up an aisle wearing high heels does indeed concern me a little (I tend to trip a lot even without high heels) but it's just something I'm going to have to overcome. For James I'll do it. If he wants me to be his bride, then all I'll have to remember is how very much I love him and it'll be easy. Heck, I could do it barefoot and across hot coals. I just feel so honoured that somebody as wonderful as him would choose me to walk through this life beside him. I've become a better person just by being in his presence these past 4 years and he's been my soulmate, playmate, best friend and now... my fiancé. Wow. What I mean to say is, he'll do... I suppose. *grin*
As for the ring, it's beautiful. Priceless. I'll get photos as soon as I can.
Hm, has anyone seen the film My Big Fat Greek Wedding? Well I think that's exactly how my wedding is going to end up. I may not be Greek, but I do have a large and rather pushy family. Already I've been forced into dress and shoe shopping next weekend and I have a feeling of dread that it's only going to become more hectic and crazy as the months go by, so pray for me. We've suggested the option of eloping in secret, but it was quickly scrapped. Our mothers would murder us.
If you're wondering whether I'll still have time for art, well of course I will. I'll make time because I still owe so much to people, and because I still enjoy it. There's lots of stuff coming. Also, I've been commissioned! YEE! The extra money would really come in handy, so if you were ever thinking about commissioning me, please do it now!

So yeah, I guess that's it, unless you count that I'm terribly sunburned from my holiday and currently have a bag of ice on my head. Urgh.

Everybody, please go hug =WrathOfNessis. Poor girl. My heart goes out to her.

*disappears behind an Australian Bride magazine*

Bestest Brumby love to you all,

~Teh Brumbster





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