Is that a fat joke?

So I walked into change of shift a few days ago, and after stating "Good morning" and sitting down, my co-worker turned to me and asked "Are you expecting?". When I didn't respond and looked confused, she asked, "I mean, are you pregnant?". I responded "No". She nodded her head and then went on with what she was doing. I looked down at what I was wearing--a Huskies sweatshirt with my phone in the front pocket--and couldn't help but wonder if she actually thought I was pregnant because of my appearance. Or maybe they thought I was getting married because I was pregnant.

So naturally, after about a minute of silence, I asked, "Do I look pregnant?". She responded "No, [a patient] has shingles, so we just wanted to make sure".

Yes, she didn't even apologize. The only redeeming part of the event came when the co-worker next to me, who is maybe 4'8" tall, looked at me over her glasses and said "Heaven's no!" to my question. I mean I know I haven't been to the gym in a while, but I only thought this kind of stuff happens to my mom!

The 3rd Times the Charm

So it's officially official. With a real ring and everything.

Nate took me up to Slate Canyon Park in the freezing cold. He got down on both knees, and I told him to go on one because it looked like he was begging, and he said, "Whitney Ann Englund will you mar-" and then a car pulled up to where we were and stayed right next to us. Seriously. Nate asked if he should just finish or do it again. I said that the car had "killed the moment" and we hiked up further into the mountain. Nate once again got down on his knee and asked, "Whitney will you marry me?" He put the ring box in my hand and I said "No, no, you have to take the old ring off and put the new one on my finger" (I'm still wondering why he wants to marry someone so bossy). Which he did. I said, "Yes".

It was a full moon and my ring was out of control sparkly because of it. I feel so lucky, not just because my ring is gorge, but because I'm marrying my best friend and the love of my life.




PS my ring is not purple as it looks in these pictures. I can't get it to photo and sparkle at the same time because the camera always blocks the light. Ai, so annoying. And if you're keeping count, yes, that's 3 proposals.

Both of Our Names Have *Robinson on the End

So, Nate "finally" popped the question. I know you're all dying with anticipation, so I'll give you the run down.

On Tuesday, January 31st, 2012, Nate came over to my house to pick me up to go to the temple. We were in my kitchen, and I was making/eating a snack when Nate asked me, "I have a question I want to ask you, but I want you to feel comfortable saying no". I said, "Ok", thinking it was about a family event or something family wanted me to do. He said, "I don't know if I want to ask it". I stated, "You can't just say that and then not ask!". Nate changed the subject and I quickly and COMPLETELY jokingly said, "Nate, you can ask me to marry you.". He asked "I can?!". And I stated "Yes!". He then asked "Will you marry me?". I stated, "Yes!" in a high falling tone, as if answering a rhetorical question. He looked me straight on, and said more sternly, "Will you marry me?". I again stated "Yes", this time more affirmatively, and as I was answering, I realized he was seriously asking me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring he had purchased at Walmart the night before because he was sick of waiting for the real ring to be done (They forgot to put in the ring order and we've been waiting over a month. Don't go to Sierra West!).



Now my family will stop asking me if Nate is backing out, and I can start saying that Nate is my fiance without feeling like I'm lying. The wedding is June 9th and I can't wait!