So I spent two and half weeks in TO, Got to see my sister, hang out in the city. Had a great time, love that city. While there My sister and I came up with a great idea. Fly Mandy out and propose to her. I have been planning to propose for the last year and had been saving for a wring, but with my being off work, it got really hard. Kathy donated her diamond earings from Birks to my engagement ring savings, and I was able to get a remarkable ring for Mandy. So we surprised her by telling her we could use my Sisters airmile points to fly her out for a couple of days while my Sister was out of town. Mandy and I have not had alot of alone time since I got out of the hospital and My apartment was sold. So she flew out on Thursday night and got in around 11:00pm or so. We had a car waiting to pick her up and bring her to my Sisters place. The next morning Kathy (my sis) was on her way to Paris with my Mom. Mandy and I woke up and explored the city. I had told her that we had a dinner reservation for the CN Tower for about 5:30 so all day I am walking around with her ring in my bag trying so hard to remember that I had it and were we are going for dinner etc. You try to remember not to say something like that. Remembering what not to say is alot harder than remember what to say. So all day I am in a weird mood, I keep looking at my watch. In my head for the whole day I am going " Don't forget where your going, Don't forget the wring, Don't forget what to say" I cant let her into any of the stores I had been in, because I had been doing some crazy shopping in preperation of her coming out. So all the stores she wanted to go into all knew me, and they all knew I was flying my Girlfriend in to propose. If we walked in and one asked " how was the proposal" well you know. We finally make it to the CN Tower and the meal is great. Just before desert I go talk to the waiter, under the guise that we (photos of this will be added lader)need him to take a picture of us in the few. After handing the camera to the waiter I nervously head back to the table I look at Mandy and tell her that Me and Kathy had lied to her. She was not here just for us to get some time to ouselves, then I drop to one knee and told her how much I love her, and ask her to marry me. She was so suprised she had no idea it was coming, she cried and laughed and was totally shocked. Score one for Dave... To top the night off we cab back to my Sisters apartment and I had some really neat Champagne waiting, with some fantastic truffles, two special crystal glasses, a nice lounge outfit from La Sensa for her, some wedding magazines, a gift certificate to get her nails done, and to seal the proposal of a lifetime some deserts to die for. All and all it was great night (see attached photo for the whole idea of what was waiting for her when she got home ((sorry about my finger getting in the way))
Mandy left Toronto on the Sunday and I came home on the Monday. The wring is being fitted in the Birks here in Vancouver. There is no date set as of yet for the wedding, with me just starting school, and her finishing her fourth year at UBC, the time is not right yet. We expect about a year or so before it happens and are enjoying the engagement.
Once I was back in Vancouver I had My driving lesson from Young Drivers on the left hand turns, so I am back to driving. I have had my Math class and will be starting Biology 12 in the next week or so. All the classes her are on spring break. I am also training for a Marathon. I run almost every day and hit the Gym every other day. Got physio on the go, all and all I am keeping busy. I will be hitting a meating this week as I am know more mobile. My twice weekly visit with my memory dude is ending soon.
This is were I will rant about Occuptainal Therapists. My driving assesment was complete crap. I am wrighting a letter to the Ministry about my frustration with how they go about there business. The power these people have in your days of extream need is something that needs to be rained in.
Thats about it for the last two weeks.
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