Well, after spending the last 2 days at a funeral home, I am in a rather chipper mood. For those of you who don't know, I love attending funerals. Even if I was very close to the person (which was the case with this one) I can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy. You see so many people whom you have not seen in years, and I have a particularly loving and friendly HUGE family.

Anyway, I ran into my godmother, whom I have not seen in years. We got to talking about my uncle who died 10 years ago, as we were his best friends. My uncle had tons of money and all kinds of things, and no one in the family liked him except us. Everyone else teased him and just generally did not treat him well. Anyway, she told me that in her will she was giving me her wedding rings that her ex-husband (my godfather) had given her, and that she really thought that she should give them to me now, so I can appreciate them and she doesn't have to worry that someone else would take them...so she did. Now I have this big ass rock of a diamond I'm wearing as the new trend - the 'right hand ring'. Given to me by a woman who has been through as much shit in life as I have and who understands. Not by some dumb-ass dipshit guy. I love it. I always wanted to buy one myself, but never had the money. Again, I love it.