Isn’t it funny how we all feel so connected nowadays to everything? The World Wide Web has given us all a chance to explore so much without ever having to leave our house/our room/our bed.
With all of the blogs that I follow, after having read most, if not all, of them for multiple years, I have come to feel as if I actually know the “authors” of these sites. I’ve watched as some have gone through break-ups, gotten engaged, the span of multiple pregnancies and sub-sequent births of babies so it’s hard not to feel connected to them all. That being said I rarely comment on posts unless I feel the absolute urge to voice my opinion about a topic. Commenting just to comment would be far too time consuming considering a read 14 blogs a day, some of which post multiple times daily.
Believe it or not though, when it comes to sites like yahoo, people.com, or other news related sites (mainly the local news sites for Jacksonville) I feel much more compelled to take my time to respond to discussions.
So I leave you with this thought-provoking, yet funny and true picture of what we are slowly becoming….
The Morgan Shake may be just the name of this blog to most, but to me it is so much more. The Morgan Shake is a coveted move that somehow evolved in my early 20′s and became my somewhat signature. Pretty much any time I have gotten excited or overly happy I would do this little shake. I can’t really explain it. It just comes naturally. However the other day it changed….
Novemeber 13, 2011 marked my 6 year anniversary with my boyfriend Marshall. It was 6 years ago that we had our first date and ever since then have been inseperable. Most holidays, special occasions and anniversaries have had a common theme of time being spent together being more important than items being given as gifts. So on the morning that began our 6 year anniversary a breakfast at home together was a perfect beginning to the day. I awoke, jumped out of bed early in the morning and grabbed the card I had made (not bought) from my jewelry box where it had been hiding and went back into bed to deliver it to my man. He loved it (yea) and we spent the next few minutes cuddling and discussing the day. He was going to start breakfast while I made a quick trip to the store. When I returned, breakfast was nearly ready and the rarely used for eating kitchen table was cleared and ready to be used. I poured our drinks and made my way to sit down, deciding only at the last second to sit in the opposite seat than I would normally so I could talk to Marshall while he was finishing up cooking. As soon as he saw me sitting there the following conversation took place…
Him: Hey that’s my seat.
Me: Oh sorry. Do you want me to move?
Him: No it’s ok. You can sit there. (he turns his attention back torwards the food still cooking)
Once everything was ready we enjoyed a nice breakfast together, just us and our 2 fur-babies. Afterwards, while still seated at the table, Marshall starts asking me what I want to spend the day doing…..
Me: I don’t know, whatever you want to do is fine with me.
Him: Well I know you don’t want to hear this again, but I really think we should go to a few more jewelry stores and finally pick a ring out. (we’d been doing this for what seemed like forever at this point)
Me: If that’s what you want to do, then that’s fine. (he then starts to get up from the table)
Me: Marshall, no stores are open this early on a Sunday. We’ll have to wait until noon or so. (he comes towards me, reaches behind me & behind the curtain of the window right next to me)
Him: Then I guess this one will have to do then.
Me: Holy Shit! (yes I cursed at the beginning of my proposal)
Him: (he makes his way down to one knee) Morgan…..
And that’s it, I remember nothing that was said after that. As soon as the initial shock wore off and I was able to breath again, if you know me you would expect to hear that the morgan shake made an appearance….well technically no. That’s when it all changed.
And while my new morgan shake looks more like a fairy-bunny-hop-something-or-other, it will forever be my personal little happy dance and it’ll always be called my morgan shake because god knows I can’t control it.