New Home?

So about two weeks ago Jeff and I were talking about what we wanted to do about the stress of living with my parents (not one of our best decisions). Jeff started talking about living in a camp trailer. So we started to look at some and I fell in love with this huge 5th wheel toy hauler trailer. It had a master bedroom upstairs and it had like a loft bed, and it had two beds that came down from the ceiling in the toy hauler part. It was beautiful and big. So we started the process of trying to get approved for it. But, we didn't. They told us that we needed to get something cheaper to get us closer to our goal (it is long story and complicated) so we pick a less expensive and somewhat smaller used trailer to live in. It is very nice. It even came with a washer/dryer combo! So we have now been living in our "house" for a little over a week.

Lost Ring?

So today was almost one of the worst days of my life. It started out with me having to get dressed up to go to the symphony with the 3 Sixth graders ( I am an aide at an elementary school). I had to do my regular things for the class until it was time to leave. I had to rush to get my jacket on and to lock up my purse before having to rush out to the bus. We got on the bus with the other sixth graders from the school and we headed to Cottenwood High School for a special performance by the Utah Symphony. We got all seated in our seats and I just happen to look down at my hand and noticed my wedding ring was gone. I was so frantic I searched my pockets and found no ring. I didn't know where it could be. So I was so paniced not knowing where it had gone. So we got back to the school and I looked in the halls where I had walked that day. I also looked on the floor of the classroom thinking maybe it had dropped in there. And the last place to look was my purse. But, I could not get to my purse because it was in the closet behind the classroom teacher who just happened to be having a meeting. So I skipped lunch waiting and worrying, and hoping that the ring was in my purse. So finally her meeting ended and I got to look in my purse.... And guess what? It was there. I was so so worried. So the moral of the story? It is to always keep my eyes on my ring.