2007 in Review, Part 1

I've been compiling notes for end of the year highlights in the news industry. Crime, punishment, and of course we can't forget disasters -- which we have all grown so used to here in Oklahoma. Frozen power lines, flooded roads, toppled trees and ruined infrastructure. It was a tough year for my resident state.

As 2007 leaves us, waving goodbye with a blast of flurries and cold, I think it will be a year that will always stick out in my personal timeline.

I'll admit, I didn't keep very good track of what was happening in my life, or my own reflections on it. I'm going to try to do better with that in 2008, cause otherwise I'm just watching the days pass me by like pages torn from a book on a blustery day. I wish I knew the exact date when things happened and how I was feeling about them at the time.

But the highlights in brief:

Rang in the New Year in Austin, Texas, with great friends at a bar my friend for college wanted to go to because there wouldn't be any "Abercrombie Kids there." Also spent time with great friends in Austin as they prepared for their March wedding. We had started our trip to Austin with a car crammed full of camping gear and a dog in the back seat. We had fully intended to spend a night in a campground somewhere in scenic north Texas. Then the weather took a violent turn. Raindrops the size of oranges pelted the car, and then the announcer on the radio said the county were we planned to stay was under a tornado watch. Not good when you're planning to sleep on the ground in a tent. But the storm was beautiful as it moved across the flat north Texas horizon. Rain coming sheets, the front moved through as we traveled into the dark, forgetting our plans to become one with nature.



While at a book store in Austin we ran into my first newspaper boss and a reporter we all suspected he had a relationship with. That was awkward. While trying to get away from them I stumbled into the poetry section and bought a Pablo Neruda poetry book, to which my beau exclaimed, "I don't get what he's trying to say." Poetry can be so vague and frustrating all at once. I believe these poems, read out loud to my beau in Spanish and English while sitting in Austin traffic, sparked his interest in learning Spanish. I like to think that any way.



"Speechless, my friend, alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead and filled with the lives of fire, pure heir of the ruined day. "



Valentine's Day was snowy and cold. Chocolate fondue, fruit, jazz music was a perfect combo.

On we March. My beau and I celebrated our one year anniversary, with lunch and a rushed exchange of gifts in the car. Honestly, I don't remember what I gave him. I was so blown away by his gift that all recollection of what happened next was gone. We were in the car, he had picked me up for lunch. I'm sure I was grouchy, having been at work and all. After lunch, he handed me a box. A box...from a jeweler...could this be....Mind you, we had talked about marriage and I was excited about the prospect, but I was really hoping he wasn't trying to repeat our first kiss by proposing in the car too....

It was a diamond necklace with three oh-so-sparkly stones. I felt fabulous wearing it. It was such a lavish gift, unlike anything I had ever received and from a man who knew what he wanted. What a refreshing change from all the chapters that came before him. To celebrate the necklace, I wore a lot of black, so the stones would pop out. I stared at its reflection while driving, distracted by something so lux.

It was such a wonderful feeling to know that I was with someone who was honest, straightforward and interested in acting on his feelings. Moving with purpose is what I'd like to call it. I turned 29 in 2007 and suddenly things started to feel like they were falling into place, precisely.

I had an inkling my beau was going to propose. We went ring shopping. I was breathless. In all my years of dating, I given a lot of lip service to marriage and commitment, but never actually been to a jewelers trying on sparkly rings at the glass counters under the hot lights. Some of those rings were worth my than my car. I felt like a theif just having them on. Something would surely happen to the $12,000 ring during the 10 seconds it was on finger, I was sure of it.

Arriving at the mall that day to meet my beau, I was short of breath and sweat was pooling in my armpits. Did he really mean it? Was this just a show of his commitment? A crumb to throw a girlfriend who had expounded on the virtues of marriage? A cruel joke?

My beau doesn't have that sort of venom in him. He's pure, honest and his intentions are clear. He knows what he wants. He isn't skiddish, and he follows through. Easter morning he proposed. Clues led me to my Easter basket filled with soccer socks (which have someone been lost in less than a year) and other goodies. I'm reading the notes, and suddenly he's down on one knee...his hands are shaking... and I'm thinking to myself, Here it is. The moment that has eluded me all my life. Act excited. Act excited. Muster a tear.

He asked me to marry him in Spanish. I like to think Pablo Neruda had something to do with it. My language of love. And I said yes... yes...yes!! And the ring. Wow. Mind you, my beau is a student with a student income. But somehow he managed to sell enough plasma to get a ring that lights up rooms a

We spent nearly the whole morning trying to take pictures that would adequately show are joy. Pictures that would some how capture the excitement and potential of the third entity of us...a bright, shiny, new thing....and one with strings attached. We've got about 20 pictures or two people trying to fit their faces into a frame without the aid of photographer. They're laughable really. But they show our fresh-faced, earnest excitement.

That gets us through April. I turned 29, that month too. I nearly forgot my own birthday as we were both headlong into planning a wedding and trying to decide what sort of cake or flowers would define our love for each other. I'm sure it was a great time. I felt like I had already received the best present, some one who wanted to spend the rest of their life with me -- good or bad.

Crushed Ice

I'm starting this a few days after an ice storm left me without power and destroyed trees across my city. It is my city, afterall. I've here five years -- nearly longer than I've lived anywhere in my life. Seems strange that I never expected to be here longer than a year or two. Oh how life changes.



Anyway, I'm looking at blog as my personal-yet-public journal. I need to start thinking or acting on creative thoughts and this is one to force myself to act on the impulse to create. It's tough when there are 100 things to do in a day, but yet so simple. Don't expect great things at first. I'm trying to even imagine an audience for this thing. But both feet are in. Here goes.