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- a ring given and worn as a sign of betrothal
- A ring given by a man to a woman when they agree to marry
- Especially in Western cultures, an engagement ring is a ring indicating that the person wearing it is engaged to be married. In the United Kingdom, and North America, engagement rings are traditionally worn only by women, and rings can feature gemstones.
- The Engagement Ring (B?xt Uzuyu) is a full-length Azerbaijani comedy film released in 1991. The film plot is based on the same-titled novel by Azerbaijani writer Vagif Samadoghlu.
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- A particular position or point in space
- put: put into a certain place or abstract location; “Put your things here”; “Set the tray down”; “Set the dogs on the scent of the missing children”; “Place emphasis on a certain point”
- place somebody in a particular situation or location; “he was placed on probation”
- Used to refer to an area already identified (giving an impression of informality)
- A particular point on a larger surface or in a larger object or area
- topographic point: a point located with respect to surface features of some region; “this is a nice place for a picnic”; “a bright spot on a planet”
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Seasons.
This is turning out to be a strange year indeed! There used to be a time where I thought monumental changes in my life occur very sporadically without pattern at all. Perhaps thats best and perhaps, thats how it always happens. I remember times when I was happiest was always shown to occur when the year had the number 6 in it. In as such I directly pinpoint my optimum happiness in 1976, 86, 96, and 2006.
But thats all garbage really.
Happiness comes in small packages and its often unnoticed until the feeling has passed.
In the last 6 months, several things has happened.
I turned 39. For some reason I thought I was 40. Does that give me another year to be in my 30′s? Answers on a postcard please …
I also got engaged. To Kerri of course. Got my own engagement ring, given to me one starlit night, outside my door on one bended knee. I know its fast, but hey, she’s nice to me and is a fantastic kisser …
Frank is dying. He can’t hold a charge anymore, or drains the batteries almost immediately. He also can’t see very well. I have retired him to the shelf, calling on him when Betty (my Nokia) is unavailable. He had a very good run. A very good run. I’m saving for a new one.
I’m still a funeral girl. Still loving my job. I think I always will. Gave up the carer thing by reasons of managerial bullying. Besides, I’m much better at funerals anyway. If things go well, I might even be considered for partnership in the company.
I joined a choir. Apparently I can sing! But too much Hannah Montana is making me question my sanity.
I no longer live at the funeral home. No more sleeping in the Chapel of Rest when the boss has his girlfriend over and no more arguing over the remote. I have a nice place in Canterbury. I take the bus(!) on a daily basis and spend my time in the front upper deck seat with a book and Baltimora in my ears en-route to and from work.
I am learning to swim! Being underwater is a strange feeling. Its like learning to fly all over again.
I have an extended friends now. Friends of the fiance of the ‘Mom’ variety. Moms with kids, moms who play squash, moms who babysit each other’s kids, moms who ‘lets do lunch … ‘ … you get the idea.
I have all but quelled my sexual desires, favouring the ‘homely girl’ approach. That is, unless I am seriously overdue for PonFarr again. Can’t remember the last time it happened. But for now, the ‘toys’ stay in the box.
Have I been domesticated? I don’t know. There is still a little spirit of adventure left in me. Don’t know how to exploit it yet. For now I am content. But then again, thats perhaps why I got a fresh run at being 39.
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