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The Ring


The Ring, originally uploaded by BigAssSuperBlog.

For those who've been curious, here's Amanda's engagement ring. Custom crafted by Fire Works Gallery in Halifax. Round brilliant ideal-cut Hearts & Arrows diamond in half-bezel setting, white gold.
I love the way it sparkles -- but I'm not fancy-pants photographer enough to be able to capture that detail.

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  1. I have to ask ... cash, credit or rogers stock?

    :)

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  2. It's absolutely beautiful, Scott.

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  3. gigs: credit, paid off before due-date with cash. And worth every penny.

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  4. Just gorgeous!

    Have you added it as a "listed item" to your tenant's insurance policy yet?

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  5. Just look at us who take the romance out of all this ...
    payment, insurance ... etc.

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  6. Love your blog! Your life sounds like me and my fiance, two cats and engaged to be married. My fiance is short, squishy and hairy and is a radio personality. Congrats to you and Amanda!

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  7. aija: Gosh, looking at your blog, I'm trying to figure out what brought you to bigasssuperstar.com -- I'm guessing either my crack about the Latvian hockey fans, my love of Rush, or both?

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