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So, losing wedding bands must be a common link for our group of friends and Oregon. We went up this past weekend to go to a family reunion, see my grandparents, and spend some time withe Rachel and Jaron. Saturday, Rachel, Jaron, Mike, and I all got together to hang out. We saw their apartment and their rats. They were cute and cuddly, but I'd still rather have a puppy. Rats just kinda gross me out a little bit. We went out for ice cream and played croquet and ate dinner. It was a great day.
Saturday night we went to my grandparents and looked at tons of pictures and watched a video of Naomi's wedding and then another of mine. I didn't realize how much our pastor talked and how much I wasn't actually paying attention to him. After a night of very little sleep because I could not get comfortable on the air mattress we were sleeping on. We were planning on getting up at 8 and all going to breakfast (mom and Kirby and my brother were all there). I woke up at one point hoping that it was almost 8, and was greatly disappointed seeing that it was only 4:45. No where near the time it should have been. So I gave up on the mattress and went to go sleep in a chair. When 8:00 finally came around we all piled into our respective cars and went to Mt. Morris for breakfast.
Then was the dreaded family reunion. We managed to muddle through it. And left about 2 hours later, headed to Rockford to find a hobby store to look at some rc cars that Mike has been looking at. We stopped at Beef-a-roo on the way out of town and finally headed home.
While getting ready for work the next day I noticed that I could find the ring box that I had my wedding band in it. (I took my ruby with me and wore that instead) I searched the apartment; Mike and his mom searched her car (we took hers up instead of mine), I called beef-a-roo, I had mom call grandma to see if I left it there. It was no where to be found. The last place we could think that it would be was at the restaurant we went to for breakfast. And that just happened to be where it was.
So there's the end of that saga, time for the next one...
Saturday night we went to my grandparents and looked at tons of pictures and watched a video of Naomi's wedding and then another of mine. I didn't realize how much our pastor talked and how much I wasn't actually paying attention to him. After a night of very little sleep because I could not get comfortable on the air mattress we were sleeping on. We were planning on getting up at 8 and all going to breakfast (mom and Kirby and my brother were all there). I woke up at one point hoping that it was almost 8, and was greatly disappointed seeing that it was only 4:45. No where near the time it should have been. So I gave up on the mattress and went to go sleep in a chair. When 8:00 finally came around we all piled into our respective cars and went to Mt. Morris for breakfast.
Then was the dreaded family reunion. We managed to muddle through it. And left about 2 hours later, headed to Rockford to find a hobby store to look at some rc cars that Mike has been looking at. We stopped at Beef-a-roo on the way out of town and finally headed home.
While getting ready for work the next day I noticed that I could find the ring box that I had my wedding band in it. (I took my ruby with me and wore that instead) I searched the apartment; Mike and his mom searched her car (we took hers up instead of mine), I called beef-a-roo, I had mom call grandma to see if I left it there. It was no where to be found. The last place we could think that it would be was at the restaurant we went to for breakfast. And that just happened to be where it was.
So there's the end of that saga, time for the next one...