I got an award from Capt. Alex “Rush Rocks” Cavanaugh.
(Oops! I nearly wrote Limbaugh instead of Cavanaugh, which would have been funny – but only if you listen to talk radio :)
Alex got the inaugural Super Blogger Award from creator, Mark “call me Mel” Means, and the criteria is simple.
“Take the award for yourself, then pass it along to someone who inspires you or you just think is 'super' in one way or another. Tell us why you think that person is super and deserving. Now, all the recipient has to do is reveal a (as in one) small secret about themselves (super people always tend to have a secret or two, right?) and pass the reward on to someone they think is deserving.Simple, right?”
I am supposed to share a secret.
Do I go funny or strange?
Serious or unbelievable (but true!)
Let’s go with cute… (At least I think it is :)
I knew I wanted to propose to my wife somewhere unique, and as this was 2003 pre-FB, Twitter, etc., my creativity had no choice but go work.
After securing a positive response from the possible in-laws-to-be, I contacted the place I wanted the deed to be done.
It took a while, but once their public relations department took pity on my charming Oirish accent – I was in like Flynn.
On the day in question, I made arrangements to relax and dine close to the action, but once lunch was over, we did have to boogie like it was 1974, ‘cos we had to be in specific seats at an exact time.
My future intended thought I was a mite strange that I wanted to sit in the sun – in the middle of the arena – when there were many shady spots, but I liked the view here, I told her, sweating worse than an old piece of cheese.
Considering we were in the oval-shaped arena, I don’t doubt my betrothed-to be (I hoped) wondered toward my sanity.
But then, at the prescribed time, the Jumbotron came on, and as usual, people waved as the camera went by.
My future squealed a little as she saw herself - at first - and then she was like, “whoa, dude it’s zooming in really close.”So close that within thirty seconds, we filled the screen.
Which meant I had ninety seconds...
The scrolling sentence started to scroll… “G., Mark has something he would like to ask you…”
I got down on bended knee and then, oh my gosh... I struggled to get the ring box out of my jeans pocket... arrgggh... Please don’t let me drop the ring, Lord!The box came free, and as I held the ring out to ask for her hand in marriage – the roar from the crowd was awesome…but she hadn't said yes - yet!
The fickle camera would have to move soon…
“Sweethie, I said, “You don’t have to say yes, but you gotta say something – quick!”
Luckily for No. 1 through 3 Sons, her answer was yes, and we sat back to watch the rest of the Shamu show at SeaWorld, San Diego.
I now pass the Super Blogger Award on to none other than Julie Luek.
Julie is a goddess of goodness and a true blogger friend.