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What does an Etymology book and Vases have in common?

On the Friday we celebrated my husband’s 53rd birthday, which in my books is a terrible time of the year to have a birthday. For people like me who already hate shopping, to make me go out again, right after Christmas, well you may not receive exactly what you hoped for. Now I do try to find the perfect gift (see last paragraph), I listen to comments you make throughout the year, so when I’m shopping I can readily find it.

A week or so before his birthday, my husband mentioned he liked vases. Now in my defense, this was not the first time he has said this, we have numerous vases throughout the house that are his, not mine. I am not a collector of things, and certainly not vases (I do kind of like the one hubby bought me years ago, but if I was shopping I would not have purchased it).

Vase hubby purchased for me

Vase hubby purchased for me years ago.

After picking up the music cd’s he had asked for, I went on a search for a vase. I had already decided I would not spend a great deal of money on it, just in case he didn’t like it. (Most of you are probably saying, well he could return the gift, but I wanted him to like it, so in my mind returning it was not an option. Besides, I was taught that no matter how much you didn’t like something, a gift was a gift, so you smiled graciously and said thank you.)

So on Friday, there we sat, the eldest and I watching hubby open his gifts (middle child and the young man are away at school). Before unwrapping the vase, he opened four other presents ~ music cd’s (he had requested these, so I just had to go to the store, give the list to the sales clerk, asking her to find them for me ~ remember, I do not like shopping. I’m really digging a large hole for myself, aren’t I?).  Next it was time for him to unwrap the vase. With excitement (mostly mine), hubby unwrapped his gift and this is what he saw…

Picture of the birthday vase.

The birthday vase.

…and he didn’t like it. I thought it was pretty, the stained glass effect, but no matter how many descriptive words I could think of and say, he still didn’t like it, and apparently the eldest didn’t either, since her comment was “I don’t get it when you die”.  Being a very good sport, I did not get upset, even when he said “it reminded him of a trophy”.  

I had already sent a picture of the vase to middle child, who definitely did not like my choice either. Hubby then sent a picture to the young man, who immediately phoned his dad and said something to the effect of “WTF”. Next the young man phoned me, his comment “that’s perfect the etymology book lives on!”. 

Picture of the dictionary of English Etymology.

The Book of English Etymology.

One Christmas years ago, I had given my husband a book of English Etymology because I was 100% positive he had mentioned that he would be interested in having such a book. He, of course cannot remember this conversation. Since then all my children have questioned the reasoning behind buying such a book, and whenever I buy a gift for someone, this book comes into the conversation.

What do you think? Do you like the vase?

Laughter & Rings & a Sanitary Napkin

The other day hubby and I went to the jewellery store to have one of the claws on my diamond engagement ring tightened. The diamond had fallen out of the ring a while ago and hubby asked if I wanted a larger diamond since the current one was well, minuscule. I said no because we had purchased the ring together some twenty-six years ago, and regardless that it was minuscule it was my diamond. So at the jewellery store, when I asked the jeweller to tighten the claw on my minuscule diamond, we laughed together. Well waiting for the ring, we browsed, I mean who can go in to a store filled with diamonds, gems, gold and silver and not look around? I saw another diamond ring that I quite liked but we decided we wouldn’t buy it because we didn’t really have the money right now. Funny thing was, we had just received a rather large income tax rebate, but being parents, with two in higher education we have debt.

After my ring was fixed and back on my finger, we were off to Walmart to purchase a rake for my husband. He found it quite funny that considering our tax rebate, all he was getting was a rake, so I offered take him to lunch but since I only had twenty dollars on me, I would take him to the MacDonald’s located inside the Walmart. Again, we laughed at how we were splurging. After lunch, we went and bought the rake. As we left the store, I thought to myself that I wouldn’t mention the diamond ring we had seen earlier but if hubby did, well then, off we would go. When he did offer if I wanted to go purchase the ring I said yes, but we would set a price limit. Of course the ring was well beyond our budget, but the nice jeweller sensing that I would really like something, suggested we look at their estate jewellery. The estate rings were lovely and I decided on a garnet with two diamonds. The garnet is my husband’s birthstone, and the diamond mine. The ring had to be sized so it would not be ready until the next day.

Hubby was working the next day, so I phoned the jeweller myself to ask if the ring was ready yet. It was, and being impatient, I decided to pick the ring up myself rather than wait for my husband to arrive home. I immediately put the ring on my right ring finger with my original wedding band. Hubby and I have two wedding bands because he had to have his first one cut off.

Last year when he was moving middle child to her new apartment, he had seriously hurt his hand. He was moving the trailer, with her belongings packed in, over a few feet. When he went to set the trailer down, the hitch had somehow become caught in the ring. The next thing we saw, was him bent over doing the weeble-wobble trying in vain to unhook his ring. His hand is being scrapped along the pavement because of the weight of the trailer. Once he finally became unhooked, his fingers immediately swelled up, there was blood everywhere.

I frantically look for some sort of band aids in the first aid kit but the only thing I could find was a feminine sanitary napkin. Now my husband has his hand wrapped in a sanitary napkin and I, along with my daughter and her two university girlfriends laugh. Luckily he was not in too much pain, and laughing along with us. After the laughing subsided, the sanitary napkin removed, I looked closely at his hand, the wedding ring has been bent into an oval shape and his fingers are quite swollen. There is no way he can get the ring off.

After a few days we see that the swelling was not any better on his ring finger, it was getting worse, so the decision was made to cut off his wedding ring. I cried. Silly, but it was his wedding ring. We decided to purchase new wedding bands since his was so badly deformed. I moved my original band to my right hand, so my left would match his left. I’m sentimental this way or neurotic.

Diamond Garnet & Diamonds