Moment #1:
Last Wednesday I lost my engagement ring at the gym!! I could remember taking it off to put on lotion, putting on my lifting gloves, going to my body-pump class, pulling my gloves off and realizing I had no ring! Then the 6 seconds of denial hit me, "Oh it must have come off in my glove." Nope. "Oh I remember taking it off, I must have put it in my bag." Nope. "Oh it will be in the locker room waiting for me." Nope! Then the panic set in. I searched the entire gym on my hands and knees and no luck. I got in my car and bawled for a few minutes then decided I had to woman up and call Drew. Not sure what to expect or how mad he would be, when he answered I burst into tears again and tried to say, "I (sniff, sniff) lost my ring (whimper, sniff) at the gym." (Loud crying in background)
Drew: "What, are you okay?"
Me: "No I'm not okay I lost my ring."
Drew: "Oh I thought you were hurt!"
Me: "I am hurt I lost my ring!"
Drew: "Calm down, we'll get you another one..."
Me: "You'll get me another one?"
Drew: "Sure...(laughing) In a couple of years."
Me: "Okay, (crying again) I can't believe I lost it!" Staring down at my naked finger where my beautiful, big, hand picked by Drew, ring was no longer sitting. :(
Drew: "It's just a ring, and in a few months you'll have a wedding band anyway. Now come help me stain this wood for our ceiling."
I couldn't believe how well he had taken it, I know for a fact I wouldn't have been quite that understanding. Thanks Love!
Then I called my sister, Stacie. She is pretty much my rock. When Gloria Gaynor sang "I Will Survive" she sang it for women like Stacie. The girl has survive everything and anything, sometimes I call her a modern day Job. So I knew if anyone was going to have good advice she would and of course she did. "Post a reward poster at the gym in case someone picked it up." Perfect idea, anyone who has ever been panic stricken knows that there's no better therapy than action! I had something to do that may help me get my ring back!
I printed posters and put them up at the gym, went back with Stacie and my niece Afton after close and looked again....nothing.
Thursday, no calls with good news. I went and filed a police report in case someone tried to pawn it, knowing it would be a slim chance of getting it back that way.
Friday....nothing.... until 9:00am. While in our production meeting my cell phone starts ringing with a number I don't know so I let it go to voicemail. The lady on the other end leaves her name, number, and a brief message saying, "I think I found what you're looking for." "Yes!" 5 engineers and shift supers turn to look at me, while I'm fist pumping and grinning from ear to ear. "Someone found my ring!" High fives all around- a happy chemist makes happy engineers & supers! :) Thank the heavens, there are still some honest people left in the world. The gym didn't tell her about the reward so she had no idea and then tried to argue with me about taking it. Honest people deserve a few wordly rewards from time to time too! What a happy Friday, our trip to Houston just took a turn for the best...or so I thought.
Moment #2:
We had an awesome time in Houston Saturday. We shopped for 6 hours straight!!
(Cue: Chariots of Fire)
Our FIRST trip through Ikea
The rug for my library
Our SECOND trip through Ikea.
(Yes, that good lookin' thing standing way back there is Drew marking the end of our carts!)
And the "dandelion" light for my library
The next day we hit up Niko Niko's (one of the stops on Food Network's show Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives), Y-U-M! Then we decided to go to the Galleria. Since we were hauling all of our Ikea finds in my folks' cargo trailor (thanks Mom & Dad) we couldn't make the height clearance to park in the Galleria's parking garage so we parked across the street from Macy's in an empty parking lot , then hit the mall!
Of course we couldn't pass up this store without getting
our Bud a sussy- that's what we call surprises, thanks to Mr. Matt & Mrs. Brittany and originally Mrs. Merrill! :)
"Gotta New Girl"
And I got an oil painting for my library- I think I'm finished buying stuff for in
there..well except for books!
After about two hours of Galleria shopping time we were ready to hit the road. I open my door to the truck and see that the glove compartment is open and two sheets of paper are on the seat. (???) Drew and I ask each other at the same time, "Did you do that?" "No." I run around the trailer to make sure none of the locks had been cut...sigh of relief, our Ikea stuff was safe! I go back to the truck and look in the back seat the mirrors and lights we bought are all still there. (???)
Here we go, 6 seconds of denial:
Me: "Do you think the glove box popped open somehow?"
Drew: "It must have a don't see anything missing."
And just when we almost had ourselves convinced that the glove box had regurgitated its contents....
Drew: "Wait where's my pistol?"
Me: "Maybe it's still in my luggage from the valet? Wait, our luggage is gone!"
Drew: "And our laptop."
Ew! Just when my positive outlook on mankind had been reinforced by my ring they go and steal my discontinued Vera Bradley, Chi blow dryer and straightener, makeup, and my favorite sundress! The nerve...the audacity...the down right crudeness of it. I can understand the gun and the computer but my personal items...I mean really?!
After filing my second police report in two days we finally got on the road again. I had never been so ready to get back to my home state- were people say ma'am and sir, mister and miss, thank you and please, smile at strangers, and turn in lost engagement rings. Once settled into traffic I busted out laughing, Drew shoots me his "You're crazy" expression, I tell him I was just thinking about how we had totally convinced ourselves that the glove box had popped open and he says "It's 6 seconds of denial." His flight instructor, Ryan, says when the alarm starts sounding and the Engine Failure light starts flashing pilots experience 6 seconds of denial. "My engine's not failing, that sound is a mistake." I started thinking about the latest events in my crazy, tragic, awful, beautiful life and decided that in a five day stretch I had, had too many experiences that constituted 6 seconds of denial!
We concluded our trip by having some of the best Mexican food ever at Pappasito's-Y-U-M! The homemade tortillas were the best I've ever had! We snacked on our leftovers and talked about how good it was all the way home. I love how good food can turn a bad day into a happy memory.
Texas can keep Houston...but I will take Ikea! :)
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