Legoland Florida opens October 15th! Over 150 acres of rides, shows, attractions, and phenomenal Lego structures. You may remember me blogging about it here. Today I met Jason, a “Master Builder.” Look what he brought in!
Does your kid LOVE Lego? Which is their favorite one?
The Best App in the world is, of course, FAN MAIL:
But recently I stumbled across the SECOND best app in the world. It’s called Instagram and it rocks!
It makes the already cool photos I take even cooler. The square shape and the classic filters make documenting events with my iPhone even more exciting. I don’t just tell people what I’m doing, now I can show them in a really amazing way!
Here are some of my favorite Instagram moments:
Antique Mall Finds
First T-Ball Practice
My birthday is coming up, and even though my daughter is only 3, I want this shirt:
I also want a Rolex.
For the first time in ten years I am NOT wearing my wedding ring.
If you thought women hit on me before, just you wait until they see this! (I’m going to have to avoid the clubs for awhile.)
It’s really odd not having a ring on my finger. I mean, I’ve worn it for ten years straight without taking it off once. Wait, that’s not true. When I first got married I used to take it off all the time and spin it like a top on the coffee table. It was awesome! It would make this really cool whizzing sound and then eventually wobble to a stop. One night I spun it with a little too much passion and it flew off the table and landed dangerous close to an air conditioning vent. My wife told me I was not allowed to take it off anymore.
So, for the past 9 years and 8 months I have had this piece of white gold wrapped tightly around my finger. You can even see how my finger grew around it. My ring finger is clearly thinner at the bottom than the other fingers on my left hand. Plus, ten years of daily “knuckle cracking” has made the damn thing almost impossible to take off. It’s a bittersweet fact for my wife who loves that I can’t easily remove it but hates that I crack my knuckles. When I’m old and gray and crippled by arthritis at least the other biddies in the home will know to keep their liver-spotted hands off of me. I’m taken ladies!
The strangest and saddest thing about not wearing my ring is that I’ve lost one of my favorite musical instruments. I love keeping the beat to my favorite songs by tapping my ring against whatever hard metal object is nearby. When I tap my finger against the side of a shopping cart or the outside of the car door now, all I hear is silence. (Wait, do you actually hear silence?)
The reason I have to go without my ring because I sent it off to get “Rhodium Plating” whatever the hell that is. I didn’t want my ring Rhodium plated, but the Pushy Jeweler Lady (and my wife) insisted. Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning…
This month my wife and I are celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary. Thank you. Thank you. Yes it’s quite an accomplishment. We have decided to celebrate this landmark occasion the way most couples do: I’m buying my wife diamond jewelry. More specifically a ring. Even more specifically a “Ten Year Diamond Anniversary Band.” See you can’t just call it a ring. That would be like calling a drink from Starbucks “coffee” or a Harley-Davidson a “motorcycle.”
My wife picked out a beautiful ring too. It’s sparkly and shimmery and shiny. It’s perfect. In fact, it’s a little TOO perfect. See, when she slid it on her hand next to her ten-year-old wedding band and her eleven-year-old engagement ring, it looked WAY too clean. The other rings looked old and dirty, mostly because they were. The white gold in the bands had faded to a light yellow. They were scratched and had lost their original luster. “Pushy Jeweler Lady” was eager to point out how dilapidated my wife other’s rings had become.
“You can’t put that beautiful new ring next to those old ones. Give me those others and I’ll send them in to get Rhodium Plating.”
“What’s Rhodium Plating?” I asked.
“It’s wonderful! They cover your old white gold ring with Rhodium plating and it looks brand new.”
“But what’s Rhodium?”
“It’s like white gold.”
“Why don’t they just cover it with white gold?”
I don’t remember exactly what happened next, but it ended with my wife and I both sending our rings off to get “Rhodium Plating.” I sure hope Rhodium makes that same cool sound when I bang it against the side of the shopping cart.
