Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Circle of Life..

It always amazes me how things have a way of finding their way back to you.  You lose something you hold dear to your heart.  You mourn its loss, even though it's just a thing.  You finally come to terms with never seeing it again.  Then after a few months, maybe years, it comes back to you.  I feel like that is something special.. like the thing you lost is MEANT for you. 

For example, back in 2002 ish, I had this great necklace: a cubic zirconium star on a silver chain.  I had bought it when my obsession with stars was at its height.  I had just gotten my tattoo, and the necklace was the perfect compliment.  I wore that necklace every day, no matter what, for about two years.  Then, in the fall of 2002, I lost it.  I knew I lost it on a visit home from college one weekend, but that was all I knew.  I looked and looked, and finally gave up.  Fast forward to the next spring, I went home for Easter Break.  I was walking from my car towards the house when something shiny caught my eye from the ground.  I couldn't believe my eyes when I realized it was my star.  All dirty and almost completely covered with mud, but beautiful. 

I mentioned in my last blog that I lost my grandmother's ring at my wedding.  My grandmother died about 8 years ago, and I had her favorite amethyst and diamond ring.  I wore in my wedding ceremony as my something old, to honor her memory.  That night, about 4 AM, I woke up out of my deep sleep and realized I had no idea what happened to it.  I knew it was gone, without even having to look.  But of course I looked.  I looked through everything I had with me.  We went home and looked through everything brought to the house.  I looked in my car.  I called my mother and sister in law to make them look through their cars.  I called the woman who runs the building where we married.  I had the man at the Bed & Breakfast where we'd stayed that night look through his stuff.  When I returned from my honeymoon, Carmen and I went back to the wedding place to look through the grass & bushes around the building for an hour.  I called Men's Wearhouse to see if it had somehow gotten into Jared's tuxedo pockets. 

All of this time.. nothing.  Three months of feeling a sense of loss.  I know it's just a material possession, and that it doesn't mean much in the real world, but I felt like I was somehow letting my grandmother down. 

BUT.  Yesterday I was walking around the back of my car.  You know that space between the back seats and back windsheild of a car?  Where there is always a bunch of dead bugs and no one ever looks?  Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a HUGE dead bug back there.  I stopped and looked closer.. and there it was.  My grandma's ring.  Just like it had been there for 3 months.  How did I not notice it before?  How did I miss it the twenty times I looked through my car? 

Doesn't matter.  It finally came back to me last night.  Like Nana (that's what we called her) was just holding on to it for a while so I would remember her.  

But this ring is now even dearer to my heart.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Gift from the past

Yes, as Carmen pointed out in the comment on my last blog, I got married.  Though if you're reading this, you probably already know that.  But just in case you missed it, the pictures are here.

It was lovely and amazing and I'm still flabbergasted that I was able to pull it off.  Not everything went perfect, but that's how these things go.  What mattered was that the next morning I woke up a married woman.  And I didn't go bridezilla!  Jared got drunk.. but survived unscathed.  I lost my grandmother's ring at the end of the night. And someone threw up out front.  My step-brother hit on EVERY female there, including my married (and pregnant) best friend, my other best friend's wife, and all of Jared's cousins. But that's just the little things that no one will remember.  What was great was the dancing, the sweetness, the people, the colors, the pictures, the family.  I truly had a great time, and unfortunately it was over before I could blink.  The pictures are all I have to remember it by. Someone videotaped, but I havn't received the DVD yet.  Since it was a favor, I'll wait patiently. 

The honeymoon was more that I could have imagined.  The two months afterwards have been even better.  Nothing has really changed, except my name.  Jared lived with me for 3 years before hand, so this was nothing new. 

The next stage in life is moving.  We are working on that.. Last night I cleaned out my closet to find stuff for Goodwill.  I am giving away about 60 pairs of shoes, and 4 trash bags full of clothes.  I also found something odd in my closet: a wrapped Christmas present.  I could tell it was one that I had wrapped, I recognized the paper.   It was small, and squished under some boxes.  I opened it and found a little journal.  There was no name attached, not to the paper or written  in the journal. 

Who could this have been for? I have zero recollection of buying or wrapping this.

Maybe I put it there so that I would forget and find myself a happy little gift in the future...

Friday, February 25, 2011

Ginger Ale

In an approriate return to the blogging, I was inspired by Gnumoon's list of famous/hot Englishmen, and decided to make my own list.

Not a list of Englishmen, as I find my list would be almost a mirror of Gnumoon's, but my own special kind of list. 

Yesterday a coworker sent me a link to wicked rad t-shirt I would get if I wore t-shirts... Here is a picture:

You can order it here.


I took some ideas from this shirt, because I like a lot of these people, but I added some.  And I took out Lucille Ball because I will always be dissappointed that her hair color wasn't real.

People I didn't include: Julia Roberts & Nicole Kidman: because they're annoying.  Carrot Top: don't need to explain this one.  Chuck Norris: is he really a ginger?

In my ginger research, I was sad to discover the following people are not actually gingers:
-Alyson Hannigan (still love her though)
-Kate Winslet (I don't know why I thought she was)

And then there's Lindsay Lohan, who repeatedly dyes hers other colors to hide the ginger.  Sure, I did it once in high school, but that's what I would call experimentation. Plus, I wanted to see what life was like when people weren't CONSTANTLY STARING AT YOUR HAIR.

Finally, here's my list of my favorite famous gingers:

Bryce Dallas Howard

Molly Ringwald

Laura Prepon

Julianne Moore

Lauren Ambrose  (Six Feet Under, amazing show)

David Caruso (because of the f*ing sunglasses! ha!)

This guy (because he has a SOUL!!)
Tilda Swinton (because she can wear the weirdest shit and get away with it)
Susan Sarandon (because The Client)

Conan (because you would all hate me if I left him off)
Gillian Anderson

Prince Harry (because he's so Spicy)

Ronald McDonald 

Shaun White (Hot!!)
And my absolute favorite, because of those awesome faces, those Ron Weasley moments, Rupert Grint
Alright, who'd I miss?