Getting rid of the RING

So I was getting a facial this afternoon.   The room is so lovely and smells so nice...normally I close my eyes and go night night.

I go to Angelica at Palm Wellness.   Shout out to Angelica!

http://www.palmwellnesscenter.com/

Well not today.   My brain was on fire writing a blog entry.   Dear Readers how I could I forget about THE RING?   So I am flashing back a bit after my deadline of Dec. 31, but I am making my memories into literature.   We did the long distance thing and John would fly SW New Orleans to Tampa frequently.   Southwest used to be Terminal A back then I think (it is now C).   Well, I would always park and wait for him outside of the thing where the shuttle brought the passengers over to the ticketing side.   John proposed on bended knee out side of Terminal A.   It was very movieish.   People clapped.   So cute.

Fast forward to October 2007.   Recall that I was still in my pre-extensive counseling mode.   Well, I tied the platinum band (not the engagement ring) to some ribbon along with notes blasting him for being a cheater to the rear view mirror of his car the last time I left the house for good.   Kind of like you see when people decorate cars after a wedding.   The engagement ring went into my jewelry box.   Note of interest--when I spoke live to Pao, I asked if he kept his ring on when they were "together" (you know when they were at the Hilton Garden Inn at noon time).   She said he never took it off when they were "together".   All together now for Pao, "hello RED MUTHA FUCKIN FLAG!"

Back to me and move forward to last month.   I realized I had not gotten rid of the ring.   It had sat in my jewelry box.   Early on I had asked Phil (boot wearing, bulldog divorce attorney) if I could sell it.   He said, "why not, it is your property."   Well, I realized that I needed to get rid of it.   Some friends said, "its pretty, make it into a necklace or another ring."   I am all about the toxicity that is associated with the object (reminds me, I must address my Mini Cooper too.)   I went to several jewelers and decided on the one on Kennedy with the crazy dragon thing coming out the top.   I just did a web search and I can not find a picture.   I will take one myself and post later. Well this guy gave me the best price.   It wasn't as much as John paid or near the appraisal, but I didn't care.   I was a purging machine.   I had to show my license and get fingerprinted (why was I the one that was treated like a criminal?).   The jeweler, Joe, told me he had 2 full cases of solitaires from women who had been cheated on.   We stood and looked at the mass of rings.   He said he mostly sells the rings to custom jewelers who then use the stone for a new ring.   It made me think-first, EW.   I am all about the energy that is attached to an object.   Could my pretty princess cut have been worn by someone else who has the misfortune of marrying a mangrooming, cheater?   It was too much to contemplate.   I was 1.5 carats lighter and I left with a few Gs in my bag.   I then went   home and promptly got on the David Yurman site.   I've never had really nice earrings.   I called my girl Connie at the David Yurman store in Orlando (Tampa has stores that sell DY, but I wanted the actual store and Connie is the best).   We discussed options.   I told her about the earrings I liked.   She told me every morning before the shop opens they get a "play box" that contains jewelry that the employees get to wear for the day.   It is a way to advertise.   They box is treated as first in--first get nicest jewel for the day.   She said the earrings I liked always went first.   I gave her my AMEX number and here they are:

Girl, you know I rock those everyday!  I got them and still had money left over for a little Anthropolgie shopping spree and the rest went into savings.  It was truly a cleansing experience!

Off to see Up in the Air.  I will tell you the car story later.

Penelope Out.