Shined My Ring
Even though I have had my humble promise ring for two years, I still love it so much. All it needed was a shine last night, with some typical jewelry shiner. You may not be able to tell from the picture, but this ring picks up the light very beautifully, has a diamond cut from the gem cutter, and it is very very lustrous. One time when we broke up it felt like the movie, A Christmas Kiss, but I was not the girl in the elevator, I was the woman they had a whole life with day in and day out. ‘Oh hi’. Other times, I have just been so excited to have a boyfriend, that I had to let him bring me out to dinner, or cook dinner for him. You almost become friends after a while, like them a little. It looks good in the light, after a good shine, I cannot believe how much nicer it looks now that I did the shine; feeling happy again. After shining my ring, I felt pure joy, because it looks how it did when I first put it on. :) These are nice to wear everyday, out and about, it’s like wearing swarovski earrings out and about. I love that buying these rings goes towards charity, and it’s really the one I asked for specifically. When I was with my boss in NY for a business trip, a client loved my ring so much she had her husband buy her several to wear out and about. Loved it so much, and just had to have it, because I did. Hahah when that happened, I must have been wearing a sharp looking suit with my hair in a french twist too.
Perhaps I will make a tutorial video of how I blow dry my hair, design my french twist to be professional and work appropriate, I always pull it all back for serious events. My sister just gave me a revlon brush/dryer for Christmas, which is just as nice a my ghd things, all us girls love it. In college, my best friend/roommate always wanted to borrow my blow dryer, and sometimes I just gave her my key to my room so no one would look at her funny trying to ‘break in’, because I was not always there to get it for her.
I had to tutor French and grade all of my advisors papers at all hours, all the flashcards I made for everybody makes my hand hurt just to think about; they picked like 9pm on the third floor in a random classroom for some of my tutoring slots it was the worst job ever. My boss in NY does not even work me like I was worked in college, ‘tutoring’, the writing center was the size of a closet so instead, I used my professors office, the library, or a random classroom on the third floor from time to time. You know, one time I was helping my best friend by correcting their paper as the official ‘tutor of english’, and I was scolded by the Philosophy professor for not helping her in the closet sized room, and the library instead; mean private school scandals. It was funny that they were angry, because she demanded we go to the library, those were the days. It takes plenty of hours to grade tons of papers. Grading papers, and raising organic turkeys for slaughter on the school hobby farm, it made me well rounded having these jobs, but atleast I liked my alumni office job calling everyone. I never managed to be helpful enough for some of them, no matter how available I was as the official tutor….
There is always that one weird person who would see my best friends coming in my room and find a way to make it controversial, otherwise I would have just left my door open all the time (I’m kidding around, I usually just let my door wide open all the time). She would love this so much I almost wish we still lived together, day in and day out. I’m going back up to Maine and living in her parents guest house so she can try this baby out, and order a fancy pizza from Domino’s while doing it. Then, we will swing by Kennebunkport with the lady gang as embarrassing tourists wearing matching shirts, holding seashells we found on the beach to bring everywhere with us. That would be so hilarious, we are overdue for a girls weekend as is everyone in the world. Just some nice stories about my old days with the SAAB 93 I had to drive in college, bottled water, my blow dryer, and that promise ring... Everyone wanted to know how I style my hair to look professional for work when it is so long, and now you know I hide it in a french twist with hundreds of bobby pins after a blow-out.
These are very nice pieces of jewelry. No matter what is going on in my life, wearing glam jewelry always makes me feel good. Those shiny, or lustrous things keep me happy, just matter of factly.
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Lucky, I was never emotionally attached to these guys, fulfilling my dream job back in college. I helped make sure they were all pleasantly plump by Thanksgiving break. Plus, picked a lot of veggies, dug things, watered plants with as much water as those plants wanted. I may have even overwatered some plants, just to make sure they wouldn’t die from not drinking enough water, with all that sun exposure from not living in a windowless closet. Did my school not think I was helpful enough raising these turkeys for slaughter for my student job? Apparently, I retroactively did not make them all fat enough for someones Thanksgiving, so I was punished with driveway paving tar on my hands and knees, just like when I was gardening in the dirt…. Just like Cinderella!
My SAAB cruising days in college were really something else, however I loved all my run stickers on the back of my car, all the stickers a girl could dream of to go with the AAA. That car was real special. Us girls have some fun memories bringing that baby around Maine…. it could not have been more college appropriate than this tank.
