I Don't Give One

In an attempt to clear up certain misconceptions about me, I would like to state unequivocally that I have never eaten a fig. Not a Fig Newton, nor even a date (a dried fig). I resent any implication that I have. Thank you.

The Time Between Times

Since last weekend, two of my friends have found themselves in that marvelous time unique to Provo wherein they were forced to move out of their apartment, but can't move into their new one for two weeks. Normally, this would have them sleeping in cars, park benches, photo booths, clothing hampers on the sidewalk, or any number of small containers. But I have allowed them to stay with me. Since I am the only one in the apartment, it's no big deal, but since I am moving out myself in a week or so, the apartment has adopted sort of a warehouse feel, boxes stacked to the ceiling, unopened bags of generic cereal on the table, and the number of Mechwarrior figurines in the apartment has increased dramatically. And isn't that what really matters?

Strange Gardens

The fiancee and I took engagement pictures yesterday. Or locations of choice were several gardens in the Salt Lake area. My personal favorite was the Gilgal Garden, which I discovered on a paranormal website. It's a bizarre place with strange sculptures like this grasshopper/severed head area here. Perfect for romantic pictures.

The Next Step

Well, it seems that it's high time I wrote about my taking the next step into joining the adult world. A week ago, I asked my girlfriend to marry me. Surprisingly, everything went well. The only real flaw in my plan is that the location I had chosen to pop the question was destroyed some days beforehand. I had no knowledge of this as we hadn't been to the spot for almost a month. So anyway, amidst the ruins, I told the love of my life how I felt about her and proposed. It feels good to know that in a few short months, there will be a Mrs. Tromphlin to share my life with.