Ring Toss Champion

Well - I submitted my application to graduate school on Friday. And what a daunting task that was... who knew that you had to have 3 letters of recommendation AND have to write an essay? I feel like once you cross the age of 25, you should be exempt from that. I mean, really... aren't I a bit too old to ask people to write a letter stating how awesome I am and why the school should let me in? Luckily, I was able to get 2 of my bosses and an old colleague (who is now a fancy pants manager) to agree to write the letter (after giving me grief about my procrastination). Now I just have to wait.

Now onto the subject of this post. As many of you already know, I lost my wedding ring. That's right... LOST. Gone. Vanished. Not here. I lost it after being married for only one freaking month. Amazing, right? Amazingly sad. I was giving The Mr. such a hard time about him probably losing the ring (since he was always playing with it and taking it off) that it figures that I was the one to lose it. Its like it fell into the black hole. Here's my sob story of the event:

I had just finished working out at the gym in my office (its so convenient). I NEVER take my rings off. I always feared that someone would see just how awesome my rings were and want to swipe them so they always stayed on my finger. I only take my rings off to put lotion on. So, I took off my rings and placed them on the top shelf of my gym locker. I then grabbed my small bottle of lotion, squeezed some of the content into my hand and then placed the bottle on the top shelf of the locker. When I did this, I knocked the wedding band off the shelf. I've done this many times with my engagement ring so I wasn't freaking out just yet. So, I lotion up and then look on the ground to grab my wedding band. I couldn't find it. I tore apart my gym bag and purse several times and then started crawling on my hands on knees to look on the floor. The other women in there asked if everything was okay and when I told them about the ring, they were on their hands and knees too. NOWHERE.

I looked in the dirty towel bin and the trash. At this point, I was convinced it fell INTO the locker somewhere. Later that day, the maintenance staff came and took apart the locker for me. NOTHING. I am freaking out. I obtained the list of all the women that were in the gym that morning and I e-mailed all of them and begged them to check their gym bags. NADA. So... there you go. My ring is gone.

At first I was upset over the fact that the ring cost the same amount as a mini vacation to Puerto Rico with The Mr. But after looking at our professional pics (that's another story), I'm upset over that damn ring for sentimental reasons. It was my wedding band! It was the ring that The Mr. promised to love and cherish me with... does this mean he doesn't have to anymore? Lucky duck.

Thankfully the ring was insured so I just called to claim it. A claims adjuster will be contacting me soon. This is so frustrating! Where could it have gone? My manager said that she thinks the universe will bring it back to me if I want it back badly enough (she's very cute and sort of tree-huggerish). Universe - can I have my ring back, please?

Some more pictures of the wedding
Okay, these aren't really pictures from the wedding... but from the morning of the wedding. We kicked the day off with brunch in Canton:


Yay for Mimosas!


*Burp*


And I don't remember who came up with this idea, but because we wanted to keep drinking throughout the day and on the way to the wedding (I swear I'm not an alcoholic)... we used sippy cups to hold the wine to prevent spillage. Brilliant! And what's better than Disney princesses?