That Time I Lost My Wedding Ring Forever

After I had Jessie, I found that I had about ten pounds to lose.  Then I started taking migraine meds and I gained a ton of weight.  I began a long journey with my weight.  I don't even like to look at the pictures.  Only once have I been truly happy with my weight and that was about 1 1/2 years ago when I was about 11 pounds less than I am right now.  I don't even know how to get there again, so we won't even talk about it.

What we will talk about are my rings.  My wedding band and engagement ring were soldered together, so it was super wide.  My fingers had gotten a little pudgy during my weight battle, plus they often swell at night. When my rings started getting tighter it became really troublesome.  I would wake up in a complete panic, because my already pudgy fingers would be swollen and I couldn't get my ring off and I would just completely freak out.  Finally, I just completely stopped wearing my rings.  At first, I didn't wear a ring, but felt weird, so I started wearing my grandmother's ring that was sized down.  You know, I had to let all those interested men know that I was married.  Because, there were so many that were lined up...

I wore my grandmother's ring until it fell apart, because it was really old. I decided that my fingers weren't so pudgy anymore and that I could start wearing my old set.  I went to pull it out.  One problem.  It was gone.  How do you tell your husband that you lost your ring?  You know, the one that he paid for with a Zales credit card when he was like 20 years old and had no money!  So, we literally sifted through everything in our entire house and it did not turn up.  To this very day, we have no idea where it is.

At the office, we used to have this guy named Mikey that would come by about once a week with an envelope of jewelry.  The women would rush back to where he was and gather around to look at what he had to offer.  So, one day, I bought one of Mikey's rings for about $250 and paid it off in installments of $25 or $50 a week until it was paid off.  It was about a size 10.  It was way too big for my finger and the jewelry store had a hard time sizing it down properly.  But, all the eligible men in town knew that I was taken.

Fast forward to this week, I was at the Walmart with a couple of co-workers on a field trip for work.  We stumbled on some wedding sets.  I kid you not, I tried one on that was $8.88.  Fred Fortenberry can never know that Walmart sells them at the bargain basement price of less than $10.  He would never have let me buy a ring from Big Mike.   Nothing says love like an $8.88 ring, but I guess you're thinking-- nothing says love like a ring bought out of an envelope and paid for in installments, so I can't judge!  Even thought we've literally turned my entire house upside down, I still have hope that my ring turns up one day.

P.S. There are many typos in this post!  So sorry!