<font color=skyblue>In monetary terms, my wife has just called me from work with one of the worst things to hear...

She's lost one of the diamonds out of her setting in her ring. She has no idea where it might have fallen out at, whether at work, home, in the sink, in the parking lot...there is just no way to be able to trace all the steps and find that blasted thing if its even around here at all. It could have been flushed down the toilet for all I know.


Her engagement ring is comprised of three diamonds, the center piece being the larger one and then two on either side. Even though it was one of the smaller ones, that's still hundreds of dollars lost. She will not be getting a replacement of equal value anytime soon because it cannot be afforded, even in our dreams.

BLAST BLAST BLAST!!

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<font color=lightgreen>have a Rant to spew forth? Let's hear it.
Turn this thread into a pit of fiery hell if you can.</font>

<font color=8fbc8f>At least your spousal unit is <s>gainfully</s>, monetarily employed.</font>

That truly sucks. My sympathies.

At the very least, have a jeweler take a look at the ring to ensure you don't lose another one... that would suck worse.

You might check to see what the replacement impact would really be. It may not be that expensive, and it may also be covered under insurance (possibly your homeowner's insurance).

Replace it with a worhtless piece of glass.

Better yet, go to Sierra Leone and choose your own.

Two words. Cubic Zirconia. :D

Alright man. This thread popped up just in time.

Lately I've been taking blood tests for a new acne medication they want to put me on. Everything is fine, except for one thing. They say my liver enzymes are high, not abnormally high, just higher than normal. They can't put me on the meds just yet, so we had to wait a month to see if they go down. They not only didn't go down, they were actually higher than normal. They wanted to find out why.

I went to my regular doctor and we had a checkup. Everything was in fine order and they couldn't think of any reason why it would be, all my organs and the such were fine and healthy. They sent the results into a liver specialist. They say it might just be my weightlfting. My parents get a phone call, saying I have to abstain from lifting for a month. They were gonna go ahead and call me coach for us and everything.

I didn't even get to state my opinion on it.

They just up and assumed I'd be okay with it. Hell no. It's ruined my day and my weekend. Weightlifting isn't just some hobbie or a thing I do inbetween sports. I have stress problems, it helps me relieve that stress. It's one of the only things that makes me feel GREAT about who I am. I'm in shape, I'm fit, I'm strong, and now I've got to stop all of it for a month. It drives me insane. I know they're not asking me to permanently stop, but it's just so frustrating. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.

BLAST BLAST BLAST

6 cent raises. How cheap is that.

Okay, I'm done. [img]smile.gif[/img]

Car crashes that ruin your hopes and dream forever, thats all im gonna say.

So I go in to my military history midterm, which I'm totally prepared for, having attended all the classes, read the readings, and studied. I look over the questions and think, I'm gonna crush this exam.

No.

Instead, he lets us keep the paper with the questions on it. Now, the format of the test is we choose a certain number of identification questions (which is basically, what is it and why does it matter,) and one essay question. So I fill out a page each on two identification questions and I fly through the essay, writing ~5 pages, and I walk out of the class with a giant grin on my face, thinking I've aced it. Instead, I was supposed to answer 5 identification questions, and I misread the last component of the essay. How to fail a test when you know the answers. [img]graemlins/1pissed.gif[/img]