I often do stupid things, we all do, but I think that Tuesday was one of my dumber moments. I had an appointment at St. Pauls at lunch time where I had to run on a treadmill like a rat for 45 long minutes while hooked up to all sorts of gadgets and chords. When I do this, I sweat, a lot...so I put my engagement ring aka really expensive solitaire diamond ring, into my wallet change purse for safe keeping. Once I got off the treadmill and somewhat caught my breath, I realised that I had to be back at the office for a 1pm meeting and it was now 12:51pm, crrrap! I ran outside, flagged down a cab, paid the guy cash and ran to my desk, making it just in time. I realised later that day that my bling was gone. I have a suitcase for a handbag so I figured it was somewhere in there, stay calm. After I got home I dumped and re-dumped my bag out over and over again to no avail, my ring was gone. I got maybe 20 minutes of sleep because I wasn’t sure how to tell the man what a tard I am. The next day I retraced my steps, filed a police report and came clean with my man (he handled it so well, said it was just an object and not to worry, awwwww, he’s the absolute best!) As a last resort I went on Craigslist and I saw an ad for a found ring. After copious e-mails back and forth, handing my gemological reports over to a jeweler to verify that the ring was indeed mine and meeting the angel at the community police station who found my ring in the cab that I dropped it in, I finally/thankfully have my ring back. My faith in humanity has been restored and I am so glad that there are good people left in the world.
Monday, June 29, 2009
I lose things aka I am the luckiest bastard
I often do stupid things, we all do, but I think that Tuesday was one of my dumber moments. I had an appointment at St. Pauls at lunch time where I had to run on a treadmill like a rat for 45 long minutes while hooked up to all sorts of gadgets and chords. When I do this, I sweat, a lot...so I put my engagement ring aka really expensive solitaire diamond ring, into my wallet change purse for safe keeping. Once I got off the treadmill and somewhat caught my breath, I realised that I had to be back at the office for a 1pm meeting and it was now 12:51pm, crrrap! I ran outside, flagged down a cab, paid the guy cash and ran to my desk, making it just in time. I realised later that day that my bling was gone. I have a suitcase for a handbag so I figured it was somewhere in there, stay calm. After I got home I dumped and re-dumped my bag out over and over again to no avail, my ring was gone. I got maybe 20 minutes of sleep because I wasn’t sure how to tell the man what a tard I am. The next day I retraced my steps, filed a police report and came clean with my man (he handled it so well, said it was just an object and not to worry, awwwww, he’s the absolute best!) As a last resort I went on Craigslist and I saw an ad for a found ring. After copious e-mails back and forth, handing my gemological reports over to a jeweler to verify that the ring was indeed mine and meeting the angel at the community police station who found my ring in the cab that I dropped it in, I finally/thankfully have my ring back. My faith in humanity has been restored and I am so glad that there are good people left in the world.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Jacko ‘fans’
It’s funny how last week everyone thought that Michael Jackson was nothing but a washed up weirdo pedophile but now everyone is all distraught and can’t believe that the King of Pop is dead. The majority of you ‘fans’ are exactly like Canucks fans, fickle at best.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Toadstool
I arrived home this evening to see a massive toadstool in my houseplant, I felt so violated in my own home! We dug it out and hopefully it will not make a reappearance. I did some reading online and apparently this lunacy is normal?!? There is just something so damn creepy about fungi in your own home.
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