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The plot thickens…


Last winter, I made a post about a little girl who rode the same bus that I did in the mornings. She was always dressed head-to-toe in pink and was usually accompanied by Paul-Giamatti-look-alike-man, yet he never spoke to her and got off the bus before she did without really acknowledging her. Anyway, on Monday, the little girl and Paul-Giamatti-look-alike-man were back, but this time there was ANOTHER little girl, dressed head-to-toe in pink, sitting next to PGLAM and talking with him. PGLAM didn’t get off the bus at his usual stop, but continued to ride with the two little girls. Perhaps it was the new girl’s first day of school? Muy interesante.

Erica: Check out this site that a friend of mine recommended for wedding flowers. It looks a little sketchy, but my friend got her flowers from the site for her wedding and was very pleased with them. Let me know what you think about pricing, etc. It really doesn’t look bad, but I can see myself spending more than maybe I would elsewhere just because I don’t know how much I’ll need for things. I don’t know. Let me know what you think.


I should probably do something about that…


I hate calling places. Really hate it. I hate calling for take-out/delivery, I hate calling to make appointments/reservations, I hate calling to schedule clients. Ugh. It just makes me really anxious. My stomach gets all tied up in knots, my voice takes on an unnatural quality, and I never know what to say. I rehearse what I’ll say to the person on the other end, but what if it doesn’t go the way I rehearsed it? What if they answer the phone differently than I expect them to? What if they ask me a question I wasn’t prepared to answer? What if I can’t understand the person on the other end (this is particularly problematic when ordering ethnic food)? What if I dialed the wrong number? What if I’m calling when the person is busy? There are SO many ways for things to go wrong.

I should really get over this. It’s going to be next to impossible for me to plan a wedding with this kind of irrational fear always eating away at me, sitting in the back of my mind.

I had 3 phone calls to make this week. I successfully completed one yesterday. I did another just now. All that’s left is to call the Rectory at my home parish and try to schedule an appointment with Fr. Greg. But what if he’s not there (which I don’t think he is)? Do we even have a secretary at St. Mary’s (I don’t think we do). He’s not going to know who I am…how do I tell him who I am? What if I have the wrong number to call and I end up disturbing someone? What if I’m too awkward? AGH. I have the number typed into my phone…I just have to hit the “send” button…but I can’t do it!

Holy crap, I’m neurotic.

The (very long) Story


I think most people who frequent this blog (if not all) are aware of the change in my Facebook relationship change (because it wasn’t official until it was on Facebook…HULLO!), but for any blog-lurkers I may not know about: Paul and I are engaged!

I do know, however, that not everyone knows the full story, so here goes:

Several weeks ago, I made 3 requests of Paul regarding our engagement: 1) That I get a big sparkly ring (to which he said “Yes”), 2) That I look nice when he propose to me (to which he said “Sure, I can put you in a nice situation), and 3) That there be a camera present to record the moment (to which he said “Yeah, I can bring my sister’s camera down with me”).

Earlier last week, he asked if I’d like to go to The Bread Company with him over the weekend. I said sure and suggested we go with Nick and Amy on Saturday night for my birthday dinner. He said no, he’d rather go just the two of us.

On Thursday, when he came into town, he told me he had brought his sister’s camera down with him so that he could take pictures of campus for a screensaver on his new work computer.

So, between those two things (and the fact that Paul was checking the weather obsessively all day Friday), I was getting really suspicious. I even told Amy in lab on Friday morning that I was kind of expecting it that evening.

Friday evening rolled around and Paul and I got dressed up and went out to a very nice dinner at The Bread Company, wine included. Part of Paul’s dinner ended up on his shirt, so we left the restaurant and walked across campus to Walgreens to get some Tide-To-Go to attempt to salvage his shirt (mission: accomplished). Once his shirt was presentable, we walked to Moonstruck for dessert. We started talking a bit about engagement/wedding things, and he told me that my ring wouldn’t be in for another 6-8 weeks because they had to have it sized down to fit my tiny seven-year-old fingers. I told him I was upset…that I had kind of been expecting it that night, since all the pieces were fitting. And then I got more upset and reminded him that I had pushed him to get the ring earlier because I knew it would take a while for it to come in and if we waited for two more months, then that wouldn’t leave us much time to plan a wedding if we were planning it for Fall 2009, blah blah blah, insert pre-engagement bridezilla moment here.

So, we left Moonstruck. I was very unhappy and wanted to go home. Paul said he still wanted a couple of pictures of campus at night, in particular the amphitheater at Krannert. So, we walked over there, climbed the (almost) empty stairs (there were a couple of kids running around, but they cleared off shortly after our arrival), and I sat and sulked while he took pictures. He came and sat next to me and asked me to cheer up. I made some bratty remarks before finally saying “I just don’t understand why you’re dragging your feet on this. Are you ever going to propose to me?” He smiled and reached into his pocket and said “That’s a very good question.”

Me: “Are you being me to me?”

Paul: “Maybe….”

Me: “You’re being mean, aren’t you!”

Paul: “Maybe….”

Me: “You’re the meanest boyfriend ever!”

Paul: (while down on one knee) “Carly Sullivan, will you marry me?”

Me: (crying and hitting Paul wherever I could reach)

That touching moment was followed by hugs and kisses. And then…

Paul: “Oh by the way, I forgot to bring socks this weekend. We’ll have to go to Meijer.”

We called our familes. My dad’s exact response when I told him Paul had given me an engagement ring was “Oh. My. God.” Mom was crying and could barely form words. While I was talking to mom, dad shouted in the background “Did she say yes?” I said of course I did! I hung up with mom and then realized… OH CRAP! I hadn’t said yes! So, I quickly told Paul that yes, I would marry him. And then we resumed calling our respective families.

So, that’s the very long, very detailed story. Hope you enjoyed it. I know I did….

Oh, and the ring is gorgeous, and it really will take another 6-8 weeks for the ring that’s my size to come in. In the meantime, I have a “loaner” ring (it’s exactly the same, just a sample size) that I’m terrified I might lose.

Little-known facts:


1. Sometimes it makes me sad to know that there will be no more Harry Potter books

2. I don’t like going for runs because I can’t run the whole time. If I could run the entire 40 minutes, I’d enjoy it more.

3. I don’t like being bad at things and I often don’t even attempt something because I think I might be bad at it.

4. I think I’ve come to the realization that I’d like to be a stay-at-home mom. I’m serious.

5. I can’t stand it when the kitchen is dirty. Yet my room is a sty….

6. I’m always afraid that my laundry will shrink in the dryer.

7. I’ve lost over 15 pounds since the beginning of February, but I still can’t see it. This is very discouraging to me.

More to come….

Make new friends, but keep the old


I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we make friends. It seems strange to me to think about this, but it’s been on my mind a lot.

At 22, I have Paul, my best friend, but who lives in Chicago. I have my 3 closest friends from home. One of them is still in Rock Island, one is in Peoria, and the other is clear across the country in San Francisco (Come home, Amelia!). I have 3 or 4 close friends from school. One is in Chicago, another is moving up there in a month, and the others will (thankfully) still be here next year. Aside from those 7 or 8 people, I have other friends, but I’m just not as close with them. I talk with them, sometimes share important parts of my life, but for the most part, we’re classmates, and rarely do I hang out with them after that bell rings. It’s not that I don’t like them. I like all the girls in my department. It’s just that I don’t have a whole lot in common with any of them outside of the classroom, with 1 or 2 exceptions.

So, at 22, how am I supposed to make new friends? How do you ask someone to be your friend?

“Hey ______. Will you be my friend?”

Awwwkward. It’s like trying to ask a prospective boyfriend on a first date. It’s a very quasars-esque situation. And so this is my dilemma: next month, when most of the people I know graduate and leave me, how the heck am I supposed to make new friends? I didn’t go to Marquette this year primarily so I could avoid this particular problem, and now I’m being faced with it, and it scares me.