Right Hand Ring

This guy is stuck with me. Forever and Ever. I love him more than I ever thought possible. I just don't think there is another soul on this big wide planet Earth who understands me the way he does. So he's got no choice in the matter--He's stuck.



...but I'm pretty sure he likes it that way.

And in other news, I thought I'd share a lil gem I acquired a few weeks ago. I'm not going to post all my wedding day accessories--I want at least a few surprises!! This one is just too good not to share though! A jewelry store here in town was going out of business, so we (my mom and I--partners in crime!!) got this at a steal. A white gold Aquamarine/Diamond ring for my right hand:


And that amazing man I mentioned above? His reaction was, "Why do you need a ring for the other hand?? You are already getting TWO new rings!!" Pooey! I didn't realize my fiance had been taking lessons from my DAD!!

oh me

I am having a girl moment. A super emotional i-don't-know-why-i'm-crying moment. I was on the 'Bee earlier and read many moving/inspiring posts as always happens there. Today the real, down-to-earth awesomeness of the 'Bee just happened to collide with my hormones. Seriously, broken engagements, losing loved ones before your wedding and the like. I did see a great idea where a bride embroidered a love note into a pocket square for her groom. Check it out here. Clearly, I *have* to do this! So I started thinking of possible quotes that would be meaningful to my Lovebug. I found the perfect one, and CRIED and CRIED as I read it to myself. Gah! Such a girl! I'm gonna be one hot mess next April. I keep telling myself that I can't cry because my eyes will be all puffy and NOT cute---but I know me, I'm a cryer. I blame my Mom. What's worse, is that together Mom and I are a blubbering mess. I'm going to work on this ASAP.

Besides crying at a love poem, I also have tossed everything hanging in my closet on the floor in an attempt to find something to wear tonight. My legs are so sore from running this week and that awful 2nd job...so no short dresses. But my jeans were hot, and my tops seemed not to look quite right and BLAH BLAH BLAH. More GIRL!

It was just a moment. I found a sassy long dress that looks great, and I pulled it together. Now I can go out and have a great time tonight. However, my silly girly indulgence just reminded me how much I miss my best gals. My dearest friends, with 2 exceptions, no longer live close. They are in Florida, South Carolina, and DC---far away. Too far for them to run over and have a much needed glass of wine with me. My schedule has prevented me from seeing the two good friends that are in town. What little spare time I have is usually spent with Boyfriend. It's frustrating! Sometimes a gal just needs to cry or giggle or gossip and only her *best* friends get it.