As engaged life progresses, God keeps reminding myself, and Liz keeps reminding me, or words that God has spoken over me about our relationship. The latest, crazy one of which I have been reminded by Liz and by God is that I would marry someone who has an accent that is very different from mine! I only remembered and told Liz this after I realised I was actually in love with her!!
It's good to know the Big Guy is looking out for me!
Friday 20 June 2008
Monday 16 June 2008
I Hate Me Right Now...
I’ve done it! I’ve managed to do the very thing that I have mocked engaged and married men for over and over. I’ve agreed to get married on the day that England play football. A World Cup Qualifying match.
My previous arguments/ torments of “who wears the trousers in that relationship” amongst other things, have now left me open jawed and with a horrible feeling in my stomach. I have long known that my love of Elizabeth far outweighs my love of football- still; I never thought I was capable of doing this!
Nonetheless, I’m left with the knowledge that however bad this situation is, it can never be as bad as my friend getting married on the day of big games for the English Football, Rugby AND Cricket teams!
I still hate me right now, though.
My previous arguments/ torments of “who wears the trousers in that relationship” amongst other things, have now left me open jawed and with a horrible feeling in my stomach. I have long known that my love of Elizabeth far outweighs my love of football- still; I never thought I was capable of doing this!
Nonetheless, I’m left with the knowledge that however bad this situation is, it can never be as bad as my friend getting married on the day of big games for the English Football, Rugby AND Cricket teams!
I still hate me right now, though.
Thursday 5 June 2008
Such a Girl...
It has been brought to my attention in the last few days how much of a girl I am. (No offensive/ derogatory intentions present... I can assure.)
So apparently I, when referring to make-up (which is bad enough in the first instance), use terms that a girl would use- such as freshly applied! I don't know whether to be proud or disappointed in myself.
Then yesterday I find out that it's more of a Brown thing. This, I am not disappointed about. In my first post I mentioned how much admiration I have for my father, and there surely is no better man that I know. We are very similar (not meant as an arrogant building up of ones-self) when it comes to our emotions, and keeping them that way. As I called to discuss further the news of Elizabeth's job success, we both unashamedly admitted we both had to leave our desks to have a weep. Neither of us could contain our joy.
Like father like son? Certainly. And it's a fact that I'm proud of.
So apparently I, when referring to make-up (which is bad enough in the first instance), use terms that a girl would use- such as freshly applied! I don't know whether to be proud or disappointed in myself.
Then yesterday I find out that it's more of a Brown thing. This, I am not disappointed about. In my first post I mentioned how much admiration I have for my father, and there surely is no better man that I know. We are very similar (not meant as an arrogant building up of ones-self) when it comes to our emotions, and keeping them that way. As I called to discuss further the news of Elizabeth's job success, we both unashamedly admitted we both had to leave our desks to have a weep. Neither of us could contain our joy.
Like father like son? Certainly. And it's a fact that I'm proud of.
June...
June is, right now, my favourite of 2008.
June has brought genuine excitement to me in many forms already- and we’re only on the 5th day!
Firstly, Liz (my dream woman- I love making her feel uncomfortable when she reads these!) has just gotten her dream job. This was just the best news I could have had and made a great week turn into an excellent one. It has taken many a burden off of many parts of our shoulders. It was an answer to many people who were praying and fasting for us and in particular this job. I like things that make me so happy I can weep for joy (not cry!)… and this was definitely one of them!
But alternatively, and in my own blighted eyes just as exciting- the Euro’s are here! I’m not talking about the currency- which is getting ever stronger, incidentally- but the football tournament!
A month long of the 16 best teams in Europe (England didn’t make it) playing some of the best football I am ever likely to see. The first two weeks bring along with them two games a day. A day. So bored have I been at work, that the entire fixture list is now written in my diary, and my date nights planned around them! Players of such a high caliber that only the presence of Brazil and Argentina could make it a more attractive affair.
Not only that, but it brings back magical memories of 1996- when the same tournament was played in England, when my first real interest and passion for football was born. I made posters of our starting XI, banners for each game we played, mocked my Dutch teacher endlessly when we beat Holland 4-1… it was a magical time, and a time when England were genuine contenders to perform on the big stage.
Still, in the midst of this, I have the excitement of purchasing a new compartmented-bag and coffee date with my beautiful fiancée to look forward to sum the end of this most grand event.
June has brought genuine excitement to me in many forms already- and we’re only on the 5th day!
Firstly, Liz (my dream woman- I love making her feel uncomfortable when she reads these!) has just gotten her dream job. This was just the best news I could have had and made a great week turn into an excellent one. It has taken many a burden off of many parts of our shoulders. It was an answer to many people who were praying and fasting for us and in particular this job. I like things that make me so happy I can weep for joy (not cry!)… and this was definitely one of them!
But alternatively, and in my own blighted eyes just as exciting- the Euro’s are here! I’m not talking about the currency- which is getting ever stronger, incidentally- but the football tournament!
A month long of the 16 best teams in Europe (England didn’t make it) playing some of the best football I am ever likely to see. The first two weeks bring along with them two games a day. A day. So bored have I been at work, that the entire fixture list is now written in my diary, and my date nights planned around them! Players of such a high caliber that only the presence of Brazil and Argentina could make it a more attractive affair.
Not only that, but it brings back magical memories of 1996- when the same tournament was played in England, when my first real interest and passion for football was born. I made posters of our starting XI, banners for each game we played, mocked my Dutch teacher endlessly when we beat Holland 4-1… it was a magical time, and a time when England were genuine contenders to perform on the big stage.
Still, in the midst of this, I have the excitement of purchasing a new compartmented-bag and coffee date with my beautiful fiancée to look forward to sum the end of this most grand event.
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