This page is out of date and is only here for historical purposes.
A proposal does not guarantee marriage, and this here would be a perfect example of that.
Such is life. :)
Readers be warned.









Desperately Seeking Bert


I know there is nothing tackier out there than putting up a web page of your professed love one. But as the rest of my web extravaganza shows, I'm completely unconcerned about web tactfulness (if such a thing exists).

Besides, this is a woman worth shouting about.


Figure 1.2a - Obligatory Brag Shot

On Friday, 11/12/1999 I proposed to my longtime friend, girlfriend and überGoddess Bert. In order to thoroughly embarass myself and bore you, the reader, I'll tell you all about it.


The proposal was a surprise, she was living in Minnesota at the time. Her mom picked me up at the airport and we went to her house. I spent some time drawing a long (and fantastically dangerous!) obstacle course/pathway on her driveway with sidewalk chalk. Pictures linked below.

She came home from work (as an first grade bilingual teacher) and stopped at her driveway. She looked terribly confused. I wish I'd gotten pictures of that. She looked around to try to find me, and started the obstacle course (this is how I know she's the right woman for me :)

On her way, two strolling violinists popped out from the side of the house and started playing 'You Are My Sunshine'

When she made it to the 'goal' of the path, I came out of the house with a rose and ready to give her my speech. The violins started playing Sunny Days, the theme song from Sesame Street. As a first grade teacher, she'd taught me about the goodness of Sesame Street.

Now. Let me take a moment here. I'd prepared for this proposal. I'd done research. I'd asked numerous people how they had done their proposal. Most of them told me about these grandios speeches they had planned and how when they saw their girlfriend they lost it and proposed to her on the spot. I thought these people were total boneheads for losing their cool during such an important moment. Total Boneheads.

Suffice it to say, I completely lost my cool.

I couldn't remember anything I'd planned to say, and I babbled various snippets of the speech like a fool with a head wound. Fortunately she wasn't being terribly picky that day and she took me anyways.

We drove to Stillwater (right outside the Twin Cities) and ate at the best French restaurant I've ever been in, La Belle Vie. Absolutely fantastic. Then we stayed at the extremely quirky, but romantic Lowell Inn and spent the rest of the weekend in Stillwater.

Pictures are now up in the Photo Album