I’m so ready for warmer weather. I’m calling “Olly Olly, Oxen Free!” on the sun. This goes way beyond wanting to hang out in short skirts and flip-flops. Way past being pasty white. We are deep into the realm of transparent. I’m so clear you can see my blood coursing through my veins beneath my skin and that would weird me out if I wasn’t so depressed.
No, seriously, I’ve reached that point where I’m fairly convinced that insanity will ensue if I don’t get a real dose of vitamin D, STAT! I’ve reached the, “Girlfriend is going tanning” point and I don’t want to hear one *coughcancercough* from any of you. M’kay?
What does STAT mean anyhow?
Clearly, I’m cracking up. Yep. Losing it. It’s official. I’m not sure who you should call.
Speaking of losing it and depression (I’m not even trying for clever segues at this point) my wedding ring went “missing” last week. And the only the thing I’ve discovered in the process of turning this house inside out looking for the missing “symbol of our relationship!” is that our floors are abysmally dirty. As in, “report Girlfriend to the health department” dirty.
I blame the cat. For both the loss of the ring and the floor. I’m kinda convinced she decided to play with it when I foolishly left the “symbol of our relationship” on the couch. (don’t ask) I can’t prove it, but she looks guilty. Ok, so technically, the ring is my fault; but the floors are all Snickers. I could knit a sweater with just the fur she’s left behind the couch. The couch that is pushed up against the wall leaving no room for her to get behind it and still she manages to shed ridiculous volumes of hair. Behind the couch. I don’t want to talk about what I found under the ottoman. It wasn’t my ring, we’ll leave it that.
IZ says I can’t punish the cat without proof. Which sucks. Because, that leaves only me to punish. I’m not sleeping and I’m mourning and I have this really sick feeling that unlike all the other times I’ve lost this ring “symbol of our relationship”, that this is it. This is the proverbial straw and I’ve done deceased the camel. It’s not good people, not good at all. IZ assures me that he will still love me if it doesn’t turn up. I’m trying to decide if I’d still love me, though.
The truth is, no words work. He’s tried. With these sorts of losses, I suspect you suffer alone. I mean, what words can be said that can lessen the blow of losing a wedding ring? Nothing is going to make me feel less like the ass I know I am. Stupid girl. Telling me, “You know, you’ve been trying to subconsciously ditch that ring for years,” only makes me feel worse because that’s probably true.
I’m not the fresh faced teenager who chose such a romantic ring. I’m a glass half full of jaded. No longer do I have dainty little hands that look overwhelmed by the “symbol of our relationship.” You know, I’m pushing 40 and my tastes have changed radically in the past 20 years. Not to mention I’m aging and showing signs, like memory loss, of the dreaded “peri” condition that will not be named. So, no, it’s not the ring I would choose now. But dang, people, that reality does not help! Trust me. I just end up feeling badly that I’m not feeling badly enough.
Except, I do feel badly. Heartbroken and twisted up and sleep deprived. You can add that to pasty white and transparent and strangely referring to myself as “girlfriend.” What’s that about, really?
Clearly, it’s not just the “symbol of our relationship” that I’ve lost.
The pics are lovely. Kind of difficult to contrast them against your post… they don’t reflect how you clearly feel. As to the “symbol of our relationship” – the actual quote is “symbol of our love” and my point was that it is ONLY a symbol and not like you’ve misplaced our LOVE. Things can be replaced. That’s all. I’m sure your ring will show up and if it doesn’t it is just an excuse to buy you something that, um, “rocks” for our next 20 years together…
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I’m not sure “symbol of our love” makes it better! I hope you’re right. But for the life of me, I haven’t got a clue where to look that I’ve not look dozens of times already.~W
Oh, I feel your pain! The diamond fell out of my engagement ring a little more than a year ago — I am still mourning it. And, knowing that I wouldn’t buy a diamond again anyway doesn’t help, does it. I still haven’t brought myself to replace it yet — it just seems to final that way. Best of luck finding it.
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Oh, man… that stinks Liza. My heart hurts for you. I’m right there with you. And replacing it seems like something I couldn’t do. You know, it’s too raw right now, I think. ~W
Obviously you need to fly to Philly and visit me to feel better. I mean, OBVIOUSLY!
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LOL, you never quit. You know, in May I will be in Nashville. That’s nearly 3/4 of the way there… if you know, you were wanting to drive 12 hours to see me. 😀 ~W
What gorgeous photographs you have here my dear.
I bet IZ is right. It will show up. Probably not for a couple of years as these things happen… but it will. But all that negativity? Guilt? Bad thoughts? Not good for your inner being. Forgive yourself. Blame the cat. Do what you have to. And let it go.
(((hugs)))
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I’m sure I’ll get past it. It’s just half of my life I’ve worn that ring. I feel naked. ~W
I bet your ring ran off with my wedding dress and they are in the Carribean somewhere on a beach while we sit in our mud/Spring/depression at home.
Stupid disappearing inanimate objects of symbolism.
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OH! Your dress??? Oh man. Totally stupid disappearing inanimate objects of symbolism!! ~W
Aw man. I lost my ring for 10 minutes today and freaked. I found it in my pocket but I had checked there a couple times and I didn’t even remember putting it there. It was in real deep. I usually put it in two spots when I take it off and I tell myself where I put it. I have faith it will turn up. I told my 4-year-old that he will have to trust that I buttered his toast even if he can’t see it – you will have to trust that your ring is there though you can’t see it. I am anxious to read when you have found it and all is right. Sorry.
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Oh, I laughed. As long as you’re not giving him dry toast!! And thank you. I promise to report in, if it turns up. ~W
My mother-in-law lost her ring for like 7 months and it turned up in the pocket of a bathrobe. She was bereft for those 7 months, though. Meanwhile, I have taken mine off because my fingers are FATTER.
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Yeah, I had mine sized so I could wear it for that reason. I bet your MIL mourned. I think the more years you have it the harder it must be. It’s half of my life, Mary. HALF. ~W
If I flap my arms hard enough, I wonder if I can send some of our sunshine your way? (minus the 100% humidity)
In terms of wedding rings, my husband and I are a little strange. We’ll be married 15 years next week, and I think neither of us have worn our rings for a combined 15 months during that entire time! Neither of us like the feel of them. So while I cannot completely empathize with your plight, I do feel sad that you’re so sad. Give yourself a hug, “girlfriend!”
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Flap, flap, flap!! I don’t even care about that kind of humidity. I need SUNSHINE. Seriously, this is a PROBLEM. And thank you. ~W
Girlfriend, you need some sunshine and warmth, first of all. Secondly, a ring has little to do with the wonderful, loving relationship you have with your husband. I wear a wedding ring and lost the diamond out of the engagement ring a year or so ago. My husband bought me a new diamond and all was well. I am unlikely to misplace the ring itself since I have thin fingers but largish knuckles, so it’s sized down and won’t come off very easily. However, it is just a piece of jewelry, and like you, I wouldn’t pick it out now. In fact, I never did choose it; he did. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring; it would be dangerous in his job. Does it mean he loves me any less? No. Hoping it shows up though and the sun comes out. I too am sentimental and that’s why I understand completely how sick you feel. xxxooo
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I’m a sentimental fool. And I do need sunshine and warmth. I’ll be in TN in May and I suspect that’s as soon as I manage it. You know, my kid keeps telling me it’s “HOT” here in the summer. He’s acclimated that much. And I keep saying to him, “Uh, 65 is not hot. No matter what you think.” ~W
IZ is so sweet! Are you sure he doesn’t have a sister? 🙂
Go tan. Once or twice won’t kill you and a good dose of UV rays might cheer you up.
As for the ring … IZ is right. It’s not like you misplaced your entire marriage. It will turn up, once you’ve stopped freaking out about it.
And for your “pushing 40” remark. I have two words. They are not “Happy Birthday” 😀
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Heh, you’re probably the only person I’d let get away with that last sentence besides IZ. 😀 ~W
ack about the ring. 🙁 i have nearly lost mine a few times recently, and so now i’m trying to be extra careful. and mine is only a $10 one that my boy bought me at Busch Gardens some years ago, so i can only imagine how you feel. 🙁 i really do hope you find it 🙁
sorry you’re depressed about things. that sucks. maybe when the weather picks up, so will your spirits. at least you’ll have a clean house to show for it 😛
you can come clean mine once you’ve finished yours. i’ll be out tanning in your honor.
(okay, i totally won’t be. i’m an albino too 😛 paleness loves company? :P)
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Hi you… I’ve missed seeing you in these parts!! Especially since your last comment was on the post where I was being snarky about people commenting while at work. I was really referring to the HATE they were writing while at work, not sweeties like you.
ANYHOW, glad you’re back. Yeah, we albinos must stick together—or we’ll be easily picked off, eh? 😀 ~W
Oh NO! You poor thing. Cat’s are ALWAYS guilty (at least for the things you haven’t caught them doing) I am so very sad that you lost the symbol of your relationship. I figure, if you’re still in love with and living with your spouse…that may be the ultimate symbol…but nice jewelry? I like that too…dang.
I am so sorry…why is it that when you’re feeling lousy already, then something like this happens as well? Shucks. Come for a visit…our sun-filled days would warm your spirit right up…and I always have spare room…loads of it actually.
And Wende? The words you’re using to bash (yes bash) yourself about loosing your symbol remind me of the words that were going through my head today at AM yoga…we had moved into the room with the mirror…and I had a running commentary of exactly how horrible I looked doing all the poses. I kept trying to tell myself to shut up and enjoy myself…it was kind of like Stranger Than Fiction. sigh. (you are still welcome to come visit…but, you may not want to talk to me if you do 😉 )
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We are too hard on ourselves, aren’t we. I feel your pain with the Yoga bit. It’s been 6 weeks of eating right and working out consistently… I now weigh MORE than when I started. This was expected, since my body has been in starvation mode for years. But DANG, it just makes you want to quit. But don’t, OK?! You keep at it, and try not to trash talk yourself… and I’ll do the same. We’re going to get there.
As for my ring… I’m beside myself. It was such a stupid mistake and I know better. Clearly, not better enough to NOT do it… but that seems to be beside the point at the moment. It’s going to take some to time to absorb this, I guess. Raw. ~W
Be careful about pushing 40. I pushed it once and it pushed back – hard. 😀
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Heh… I bet it did. : D~W
Don’t give up hope. It wasn’t a ring I lost, but a contact. (I know, I know, no sentimental value, but stay with me.) When the time came to move, the bed was taken apart. On an inside lip of the frame perched the contact, in vertical position, where it had been for several years. It was a hard contact, so it was just fine. And don’t blame the cat.
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Holy Cow. That’s amazing. Here’s hoping, eh? ~W
I understand how you feel, once on a trip home from Oregon I tossed some trash into a trash can, you know me clean freak that I am. Well when we were about home it hit me that the thud the trash made as it hit the can was my Black Hills Gold ring. It took me a long time to tell your Dad what I had done and to this day I miss that ring, but then I still miss my first wedding ring , lost it when I was caring you. Like you I know better but knowing and doing don’t often go together with my name.
Just a odd thought, might keep and eye on the cat and dog poop, I know if my dog Mac was involved, like just in the same house he would of eaten it,
just for fun.
Need Sun? Come to Monclova!!! You can burn to a crisp really fast 102 today.
As for pushing 40 just remember what that make me, pushing 60.
Mom
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Oh man… 102? I’m so envious. I actually like to be that hot. ~W
I’m right there with ya on the Vitamin D and California!! When oh, when will we see the other side of this dreadful winter?! Best of luck finding your ring – mine always shows up where I least expect it! Renee
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Rumor is, we’re in a for a nice weekend. Cross your fingers. 😀 ~W
Here’s the best news: You’ve got a couple of honest-to-goodness warm, sunny springtime days coming–the forecast says so (not to provoke envy, but the temps down here in B-town are supposed to be in the 80s on Friday and Saturday. Not sure I’m ready for that. It’s supposed to be in the 70s over in the Willamette Valley; sounds like a weekend outing).
My sweetheart and I didn’t get rings until … more than ten years after we were married. I’d like to say that there was some big statement involved in doing that, but it’s just the way it happened. I never wore jewelry before we got the rings, and for whatever reason I don’t feel comfortable sleeping with mine on. So I take it off every night. I’m pretty good about putting it in the same place every time, so it’s only gone missing once or twice, and then only for a day or two. Still, it’s been strange how much I have notice *not* wearing it when I can’t put my hands on it.
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If I wasn’t traveling to Seattle on Sunday, I’d be considering a trip into Portland. It’s supposed to be nearly 70 in Seattle on Saturday—of course, the day BEFORE I get there. But honestly, even 60’s and sunlight will be an improvement. It’s been that dreary here. ~W
It’s months later now. I hope you found your ring. It took months to find mine, and it was in the very safe place that I had put it, and then forgot.