November 04, 2005
Cheers: Steve cashed in 200K frequent flier miles to get me a FREE digital SLR Canon camera, 8 mega-pixel, and elliptical machine, and a digital video camera for him. Did I mention it is all FREE?
Jeers: I seem to have misplaced my wedding ring. I take it off when I take a shower because all the moisture getting trapped under it doesn't do the skin on my hands any favors. It's been missing since last Wednesday or Thursday. Steve automatically suspects the cleaning ladies, I don't think they would take them, and I tend to be a pretty good judge of character. I have searched in the most likely places, the somewhat likely places, the not so likely places, and the what-the-hell-would-it-be-doing-there places. I keep coming up empty. Considering how Murphy's law works for me, I can almost guarantee that when I finally find it, it will be in a place I already looked multiple times. I even checked to see if I might have left it at school (if I took it off to put on lotion or latex gloves in the lab room - nope). One girl said I didn't seem to bothered by it being missing. What a bitch. What the little 18 year old doesn't understand is that I have MANY more things in my life more important than a gold band and diamonds. But I am a bit fussed about it. The other night I dreamt I was looking for it and I would keep picking up what I thought was my ring, but it would change into a different ring. When I finally found it the diamonds had been pried out of it but I didn't care. I think that proves that I care more about what it symbolizes than what it's monetary value is.
On a lighter note, I was getting Becca pickles the other day and we were playing with rhyming and I asked her if pickles tickled, or if they were ticklish. Then I though, wow, what a great idea for a children's book, "The Ticklish Pickle", then my inner twelve year old got a case of the giggles and decided that maybe it wasn't such a great idea after all!
Jeers: I seem to have misplaced my wedding ring. I take it off when I take a shower because all the moisture getting trapped under it doesn't do the skin on my hands any favors. It's been missing since last Wednesday or Thursday. Steve automatically suspects the cleaning ladies, I don't think they would take them, and I tend to be a pretty good judge of character. I have searched in the most likely places, the somewhat likely places, the not so likely places, and the what-the-hell-would-it-be-doing-there places. I keep coming up empty. Considering how Murphy's law works for me, I can almost guarantee that when I finally find it, it will be in a place I already looked multiple times. I even checked to see if I might have left it at school (if I took it off to put on lotion or latex gloves in the lab room - nope). One girl said I didn't seem to bothered by it being missing. What a bitch. What the little 18 year old doesn't understand is that I have MANY more things in my life more important than a gold band and diamonds. But I am a bit fussed about it. The other night I dreamt I was looking for it and I would keep picking up what I thought was my ring, but it would change into a different ring. When I finally found it the diamonds had been pried out of it but I didn't care. I think that proves that I care more about what it symbolizes than what it's monetary value is.
On a lighter note, I was getting Becca pickles the other day and we were playing with rhyming and I asked her if pickles tickled, or if they were ticklish. Then I though, wow, what a great idea for a children's book, "The Ticklish Pickle", then my inner twelve year old got a case of the giggles and decided that maybe it wasn't such a great idea after all!