<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898547384647344496</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:58:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Engagement</title><subtitle type='html'>How it happened and more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyandtimothy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898547384647344496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyandtimothy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joy and Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181091518931313875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898547384647344496.post-7929615947401342348</id><published>2009-01-05T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:39:06.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>(As told by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timmy&lt;/span&gt; with photos from our friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Every year our Illini family (group of college friends) gets together to celebrate New Year's. This year we decided to spend it at my house in Houston, Texas. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a nice, filling hot pot dinner, it was time for our white elephant gift exchange. The rules for our gift exchange were that the gift had to be under $5.00 and you had to be creative.  Unbeknownst to me, the whole exchange was set up so that I would end up with a one special gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWL7B3XtWLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rH2ChA1-2nI/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWL7B3XtWLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rH2ChA1-2nI/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288064921948215474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My sister Kimmy helped rig the game so I would be the first person to select a present.  After choosing one gift and having it stolen, I eventually selected one present that was neatly wrapped in green.  I thought for sure that it was Denise's gift and I was really excited to see what was inside. When I opened it, I found a box stuffed with a bunch of tissue paper. "What is going on?" I wondered.  At the bottom of the box, I found a CD case with the instructions, "Play the video on this CD immediately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWL7iVd3hLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KEmLPjKCucg/s1600-h/IMG_3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWL7iVd3hLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/KEmLPjKCucg/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288065479782925490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWL9ZPsAjFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SeGmp7Bbp70/s1600-h/IMG_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWL9ZPsAjFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SeGmp7Bbp70/s320/IMG_3118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288067522636057682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;At first I wasn't sure who the gift was from exactly, but I followed the directions and popped the CD into a laptop. We all proceeded to watch. This was the video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HJBN9ljYLA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HJBN9ljYLA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;As I was watching the video, I felt my body temperature rise at a ridiculous rate. Finally when I read the words "Turn around" on the last slide,  I whimpered, "I'm scurred!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I was down on one knee with the ring in my hand.  And now, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; starting to get nervous.  I was so stressed out about making sure everything up to this point worked out that I felt completely unprepared to actually propose to her.  It didn't help that so many people were surrounding us with their cameras.  In fact, at that very moment, I wondered why I even planned to do the proposal in front of all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMBLVGCYKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qvl-0ruNu34/s1600-h/IMG_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMBLVGCYKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qvl-0ruNu34/s320/IMG_3130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288071681615749282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember exactly what I said after she turned around, but I ended it with, "Will you marry me?" to which she responded, "yes!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDbCofARI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zDx5BMZRRFU/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDbCofARI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zDx5BMZRRFU/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288074150561120530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDvPWaIeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iUDXm91FGs4/s1600-h/IMG_5924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDvPWaIeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iUDXm91FGs4/s320/IMG_5924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288074497572348386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMEFMjxhwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/80P98EJ0QmQ/s1600-h/IMG_5936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMEFMjxhwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/80P98EJ0QmQ/s320/IMG_5936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288074874780223234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After hugs and group pictures, we went downstairs where Joy's parents had prepared balloons, cake, and champagne.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWME6TvsnFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vKyjTR0_sa8/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWME6TvsnFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vKyjTR0_sa8/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288075787242347602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDvLacZ8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/9q-XGgd9tmU/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDvLacZ8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/9q-XGgd9tmU/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288074496515532738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Finally, I remembered why I chose to do it this way - proposing and celebrating our engagement with our close friends and family was a true blessing.  Joy and I were both super happy to share it all with them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDvf_w14I/AAAAAAAAAh8/naksxQTzeAY/s1600-h/IMG_5989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDvf_w14I/AAAAAAAAAh8/naksxQTzeAY/s320/IMG_5989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288074502040770434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDvGGnq7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/uQ9Zb8VFq3o/s1600-h/IMG_5988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWMDvGGnq7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/uQ9Zb8VFq3o/s320/IMG_5988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288074495090207666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And that's the story. Thanks again to all who made this possible!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And stay tuned for future posts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Timmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898547384647344496-7929615947401342348?l=joyandtimothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyandtimothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7929615947401342348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7898547384647344496&amp;postID=7929615947401342348' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898547384647344496/posts/default/7929615947401342348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898547384647344496/posts/default/7929615947401342348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyandtimothy.blogspot.com/2009/01/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Joy and Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181091518931313875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2p6povoi38/SWL7B3XtWLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rH2ChA1-2nI/s72-c/IMG_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898547384647344496.post-8165845207916494960</id><published>2009-01-05T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:42:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>Stay tuned!  This blog is where we will be posting stories and news about our engagement and upcoming wedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898547384647344496-8165845207916494960?l=joyandtimothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyandtimothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8165845207916494960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7898547384647344496&amp;postID=8165845207916494960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898547384647344496/posts/default/8165845207916494960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898547384647344496/posts/default/8165845207916494960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyandtimothy.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>Joy and Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03181091518931313875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
