I haven't been updating this since I use myspace now, but I thought considering not all of my friends are myspace people I should let ya'll know this very important news...

On September 7 at 9:00 p.m. that very handsome man in my profile picture asked me to marry him. And through my initial shock I managed to say, "Yes!"

So how'd he do it? Well let me tell you...

Thursday nights Jason (that would be my new fiancé) has worship team practice.  We had been trying to have a picnic at Mt. Tabor Park for almost two weeks and Thursday he said, "Hey, we should actually do that tonight." I said, "Yeah, okay." So I took him to practice, went home and made some sandwiches, worked on laundry, and tried to find the picnic blanket that I saw Jason take out of the car and bring into the house.  I eventually gave up on the blanket and grabbed one of Des's (my roommate).

From worship team practice we drove up to the park, though by this time I was tired and really didn't want to go. Buuuuuuut, Jason had been wanting to go for awhile, so I figured I could suck it up for half and hour or so and enjoy a picnic on the mountain overlooking the city.

We get to the top of the stairs and Jason says, "Hey, can I blindfold you?" I say, "Uh, sure," as he twists his Point Loma hoodie around my head. (This didn't work and eventually I had to take it off and just pull it over my head, but not put my head through the hole.) He led me all through the park trying to find "the perfect spot." I was like, "Jason is so weird." But, he does stuff like this a lot, so I didn't think anything of it.

After what seemed like an eternity (I don't like walking around in the dark, especially when I can't see where I'm going because I have a sweatshirt on my head), Jason says, "Okay, stand here while I lay out the blanket." He makes some rustling noises and then says, "Okay, you can take it off now...."

The first think I noticed was the park was on fire. That freaked me out a little bit. (Mind you I hadn't been able to see for awhile.) My eyes adjusted and I realized there were over 100 tea candles making one giant heart with an arrow through it. My next thought was, "Where'd Jason go?" Then I looked down.

There was Jason, on bended knee saying my name. He said, "Nike... *bunch of nice stuff that I don't remember*... Will you be my wife, and be Mrs. Bentley?" (The last part isn't verbatim. There was a Mrs. Bentley in there, and a "will you marry me/be my wife" but I'm not sure in what order 'cause I was a little shocked.) I said yes and he stood up and put a ring on my finger that I also coulding see. (I didn't even know he was holding a box.)

So, on Mt. Tabor, overlooking the Portland skyline, on my Aunt Pam's* 49th birthday, amongst 100 glowing vanilla-scented tea candles, two Mexican blankets, a pillar candle that smelled like wildflowers,  two tuna fish sandwiches in plastic baggies and below a full moon, Jason and I solidified our commitment to each other.

And the best is yet to come...

*MyAunt Pam and Uncle Don are the ones who told me to fly to San Diego and spend spring break with my cousin Roscoe in 2004.  Which is when I met Jason. But that's another story.

Heres what yesterday looked like...

I woke up early ´cause I wanted to be responsible and actually study. Went into to the bathroom, then while washing my hands realized my eye looked kinda weird. So I looked at it closer. It was freaking twice its normal size! So I think, "Huh, guess I´ll go to the doctor instead." Go throughout the rest of my routine and head out the door.

Get downstairs and the cleaning lady has mopped the lobby and is working on the stairs. I´m thinking I´ll be considerate and take the handicap ramp cause 1) it has traction, 2) I don´t want to walk over what she just cleaned and 3) I know I´ll fall if I take the stairs as they´re marble. So, I´m walking down the ramp (Spanish ramps are not handicap friendly, btw), get three feet from the bottom and slip, fall on my butt, and slide the rest of the way down. My thigh and both wrists hurt. I was like, "Estoy bien!" and ran out the door.

Got to school and Marta´s like, "You need to go to the doctor. Really." So she walked me over and we hung out for awhile, then the doctor looked my eye over (without washing his hands or putting on gloves, gross) and talked about things crawling in by the eyelash. He I have pink eye. Only bigger. Whatever that means.

Today I´ve reached a place of complacency. I don´t want to do anything. And I have a paper that needs written and handed in as of yesterday. I´m on page three. Maybe.

I´ll be in the States Monday! = )