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I pretty much caught Boyfriend looking at rings on his iPhone a few months ago.

He was showing me some random photos he had taken, and as I scrolled back, I found a few diamond rings.  “That’s pretty…” I mumbled, vaguely.
“I was… looking for jewelry for my grandma.  For Christmas.”  A quick, if somewhat inept recovery.
“Ah, ok… Diamond rings?”
“I wanna help.  Let’s look.”

And that is the story of how I tricked Boyfriend into finding out what kind of engagement ring I would want.  Naturally he prefers something with a more modern look.  I prefer antique.  We found some compromises.  I’m leaning toward hexagonal settings.

He doesn’t want to get engaged until we’ve lived together, and know for a fact that we can stand that kind of lifestyle.  It’s a good idea, but I don’t see that happening anytime in the next year or so.  So I made him promise to stay with me forever.  Now, when he’s being cute, I look and him and say, “No take-backs,” to remind him of his promise.  He always smiles, laughs, and agrees, yes, no take-backs.

purty, but does it have to be a diamond?

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3 years without heavy metals

Boyfriend and I celebrated our three-year anniversary yesterday with sushi (mmmm, salmon).  I can’t believe it.  It doesn’t feel that long.  We’re really happy together.  It’s… kinda really, really nice.

I do! lol

A couple days ago he asked if I would choose to get a ring, earrings or necklace as a present.  I kinda stared at him like, “um… what?”  He knows I don’t wear jewelry, given how many chances there would be to lose it when I take it off at the dojo and at home.  And we’re not the type to exchange expensive gifts (I got him a button-down shirt this year.  Last year was go kart tickets).  Then I figured here’s my chance to get a present!  LOL  I said a ring, so I can look at it and feel loved (which is hard to do with the other two).

I don’t take this as a sign of an incoming shiny bauble.  Boyfriend is the type to gather information, and wait for the perfect time, the perfect item, the perfect circumstance before he were to introduce anything as substantial as precious metals into the relationship.  I told him once that I would be satisfied with a ring made of thread, and that I would cherish it in the stead of a traditional ring.  It’s true.  I’m proud of the person I’ve become, if that’s how I feel about jewelry.

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Zobo politics of crumbling joints

lol gross

Sister’s fiance (let’s call him Carpenter, since that’s what he was for a long time) dry heaves whenever anyone mentions vomit or poop.  Just saying the words will send a visible shiver down his spine.  It’s pretty priceless.  Carpenter can be a pretty tough guy, but then he’s also allergic to a ton of stuff (like tomatoes), and has a ton of old injuries that make him wince whenever he stands up, sits down, jogs, coughs, etc.  He’s like an old man at mid-thirty.  Sister used to run cross-country, so her knees are shot, and her finger knuckles are all permanently swollen from cracking them all the time and jamming them while playing basket ball.  The two of them.  Fallin’ apart.

Still, in a pinch, they’re both totally on my zombie apocalypse survival team for their self discipline, intelligence, and short-term physical abilities.  Regardless of their rapidly deteriorating bodies, they’re very coordinated and physically capable people.  I figure by the time their joints fail us, we’ll have already set up an impenetrable base of operations, been airlifted to safety, or eaten alive.  But they’re both pretty bossy.  That would be a lot of people trying to pull rank on each other.  Hmmm…  I’ll have to give that some thought.

Speaking of body parts going bad, I was at kung fu last night and while I was doing a sweep, my left shoulder slipped almost out of its socket.  I felt it start to go, heard a click and relaxed my body to take pressure off of it so it would go back in.  It’ll hurt for about a week, it isn’t the first time this has happened.  I need to start doing some exercises to strengthen both my shoulders.  They click when I sleep on my sides.  Bleh.