(1) Email Etiquette: Top posting is evil. Read why, then make the world a better place, one inline reply at a time. (2) Almost 3 years later, I finally got a wedding ring. Free engraving too. Cool. (3) When my Giberson cousins married Stark siblings they caused a confusing pretzel shaped genealogy chart.
Milestone: It occurred to me to take a life snapshot last week: I've lost 45 lbs. I was wearing my new jeans (8 inch waist shrinkage), belt, shoes, shirt, and shwanky sport jacket, wedding ring, catching another flight to Dallas looking all corporate; this time to appear as a panelist (OTA Interopability). Apparently I'm an expert in my field now, and people pay hundreds of dollars to attend a conference -- and I'm one of the people speaking? 30 years old and in a lot of ways I guess my hospitality career has already peaked? Save working for a bigger company, I'm not sure what's left. :) At home my wife, son, one pair of hounds, and toad await my return from the road. I guess I'm all grown up.
That same day I was picking up my wedding ring and had an experience. We had been in Lincoln a couple weekends ago looking at bands and trying them on at different sizes and widths. Decided a size 10, width 10 was the best fit and coolest looking, so that's what we mail ordered: tight enough not to fall off accidentally, but not too tight to remove w/ a little effort. On delivery day, I went to the USPS depot, picked up the box, opened it up -- cool ring! Slid it on my finger, it bumped hard over my knuckle and thumped down onto the base of my finger. (Did I actually hear the thump?) Wow. Tight. Very tight. Somehow "the real thing" is much tighter then the trials at the store. I can't even get the thing off to show Andria the engraving inside! I sat in my truck, laughing at the analogy. A cliche? Absolutely. But a powerful one, when its your finger. :) Nope, that thing isn't coming off.
