Yes, the crazy calendar strikes again!
Today is Proposal Day! I wish my calendar told me exactly what one is supposed to do on each of these crazy holidays, but it doesn't. So, I'm going to improvise - since I've already been proposed to, I'm going to tell you our proposal story:
It all started when I applied for a job at a local Manhattan flower shop - Kistner's to be exact. The owner had advertised the job on the KSU job website and she was offering to pay $8 or $9 per hour, which was a very high-paying job for Manhattan. So, I immediately applied and was interviewed within a few days. They told me in my interview that 90 people had applied for this job - I told you it was high paying! Well, later in the week, I found out that I had been chosen as 1 of 2 people to fill this full-time job!!! Hooray! Little did I know how this job would affect the rest of my life!
So, I started working there, as often as possible and enjoyed it very much. I got along well with the other girl who was hired and the delivery guys seemed pretty cool too (they were also college guys who had a pretty easy, but good paying job). At the time, I had a boyfriend and didn't really give much thought to these other guys. Well, as time went on, I got to be pretty good friends with one of them in particular - his name was Brandon. We would go out on big deliveries together and do plant maintenance at local banks, the hospital and a few other buildings in town. Through this, we got to know each other pretty well. We even had some Garden City connections in common. As time went on, my relationship started falling apart and we eventually broke up. Brandon had also been in a relationship that didn't exactly turn out the way he had hoped. So, we would console each other and talk about life in general and go about our ways.
Well, one day, several weeks after I had broken up with my boyfriend, Brandon and I were on delivery together and we were discussing the upcoming Big XII Championship football game. He was telling me that he and his roommates were having a watch party and I should come. Of course, I wasn't going to go by myself to this house where I didn't know anyone. For all I knew, Brandon wouldn't pay any attention to me and I'd look like a fool. So, I told him we'd see. Then, after we left work that day (remember, we had been out on delivery together all afternoon), Brandon called me to see if I would be interested in going to dinner and then coming to the watch party as his date. Of course, I said I'd be happy to. At least I knew he wanted me there as just wasn't being kind.
So, on December 6, 2003, Brandon and I had our first date. Since we were such good friends, I really wasn't all that nervous. In fact, he took me to dinner at CoCo Bolos, which is my all time favorite restaurant and I devoured my entire meal - the Black and White Pizza!! Yep, that's me, making quite the first impression.
Now, fast forward to December 6, 2004 - our first dating anniversary. I show up to work and go about my day getting deliveries ready. I notice the bouquet of 12 Lipstick roses, which just happen to be my favorite, sitting there with no card and looking a little messy. I ask Connie who they were for and she said a friend of hers. So, since they were my favorite flowers, I took it upon myself to spruce them up a little and put them in the delivery box. Brandon then comes in and takes the delivery out and that was that. When I returned back to my sorority house, I notice this big bouquet of Lipstick roses on the entry table with a card for me. Yes, my friends, those were my roses, that I sort of arranged! I called Brandon to thank him and I think we went out for dinner that evening and I thoroughly enjoyed my roses all week!
The following Friday night, Brandon had made arrangements for us to go grab a quick dinner, since my house didn't serve meals on Friday nights. Again, we had been on delivery that day and as we left, I told him I would go home to shower and get ready and I'd cal him when I was finished. I took my time and ended up calling my friend Megan for a chat. During my conversation with her, I get a phone call from Brandon. Apparently, after we left work, Connie called him to tell him he needed to pay her for the roses he sent me earlier in the week. This seemed odd to me because she never made us pay for flowers, but stranger things have happened, so I said okay and told him to come get me when he was finished, that I was running behind a bit. As I'm straightening my hair, I get another call from him - his truck died at the shop and he needed me to come get him. I told him I was still getting ready and to call one of his roommates to come out there. Well, he didn't want to do that and was quite insistent on me coming to get him. So, I threw my frizzy hair in a pony tail and off I went. By this time, it was getting dark outside, so when I pulled into the shop, I couldn't really see him, but I could see that he was standing by his truck with the hood up. I sat in the car and waited for a minute, thinking he would come get in, but he never did. So, I got out of the car and headed his way. Just as I did that, he walks out from behind his truck, all dressed up in a sport coat and tie, holding a red rose. I wasn't quite sure what to think because talk of our engagement hadn't gone exactly as planned with my parents. They loved Brandon, but didn't know if we were quite ready for marriage. But, I was wrong. Brandon got down on one knee, pulled out a box and asked me to be his wife! I was so shocked that I can't even remember what I said and I know I didn't cry, much to his dissatisfaction! Then, he asked me if I had seen the sign driving in and I said no. As I looked up to read it, it said "Tessa Bohn, will you marry me?" - I didn't even NOTICE that when I walked in. And to top it all off, our boss and one of Brandon's friends were there taking pictures!! (I wish I had them digitized, so you could see the sign and realize what a dope I am for not seeing it. I mean, it was lit up and everything!).
So, there you have it. The story of how I became Mrs. Brandon Brungardt!