Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentine's Day!

Well I missed "Flashback Friday" which this week is "Love, look at the two of us".

I had picked one of my very favorite photos of my husband, and me. It was one of the very first photos of us together, taken sometime in January 1997. I can't post the photo now because the stupid scanner is dead.

It's a candid shot, taken at Darllng Hubby's bachelor pad by one of our friends. We were getting ready to go dancing. He had just given me a vase with yellow roses in it. He didn't know those were my favorites, he picked them because they were pretty. He is wearing blue jeans and a hunter green button-down.I am wearing a black t-shirt and size 10 blue jeans (really miss those!). He is sitting on the couch, I am sitting on the coffee table facing him, singing. He has his hand on my cheek. It is obvious we are in love.

I'm singing "Head Over Feet" by Alanis Morrisette. It's one of two songs that we call "our song."
It's sentiment was close to home, for both of us. Both of us left scarred by our first marriages. Left to believe that we would never find love again.
Neither of us looking.

These are the words:

I had no choice
but to hear you
You stated your case
time and again
I thought about it

You treat me like
Im a princess
Im not used to liking that
You ask how my day was

Youve already won me over
in spite of me
Dont be alarmed if I fall
head over feet
Dont be surprised if I love you
for all that you are
I couldnt help it
Its all your fault

Your love is thick
and it swallowed me whole
Youre so much braver
than I gave you credit for
Thats not lip service

You are the bearer
of unconditional things
You held your breath
and the door for me
Thanks for your patience

Youre the best listener that Ive ever met
Youre my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long

I've never felt
this healthy before
Ive never wanted something rational
I am aware now
I am aware now

You've already won me over
in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall
head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

We've just began our 13th year together and will be celebrating 10 years of marriage this May.

We've had our ups and downs, like most couples.

And I'm still head over feet.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Movie Night: "He's Just Not That Into You"

A group of us from work had a girl's nite and went to see the new movie "He's Just Not That Into You" last night. Very interesting movie. I was surprised that it was rated PG-13, given the subject matter, it could have been much more.

I had a hard time paying attention to the movie, because I kept getting distracted by my own thoughts. I could "see" people that I know in each of the characters (myself included) and I'd think "oh, that reminds me of so-and-so," or "hey, that happened to such-and-such" or the most telling, "well. I'VE been THERE!"

Writers/Stand-up comedians Liz Tuccillo and Greg Behrendt (who makes a small cameo) hit the nail on the head with this one.

According to my husband, I am not the best person to go to the movies with, because I'm a talker. You know, the person who talks throughout the movie about "oh, I like that sweater" or "isn't that the guy that was in that show with the girl that did that thing..." or " NO STUPID, DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!" I also like to figure out plots and subplots and invent my own dialouge. ( never seemed like much to me, but here, written out, I can see where it might be annoying.) Because of this, when I go to the movies, I try to sit next to the other "talkers" and let the 'non-talkers" sit on the ends.

When I'm with other "talkers" it's okay, because we talk to each other. My mother and I, for example, do quite well together. We sit together and share information throughout the movie, and still enjoy ourselves. My brother is another. Guess that was just the way we grew up, going to movies with Mother.

My husband, however, hates to take me to/watch a movie with me, simply because, he wants to watch the movie in silence. It's very annoying to have something to say, but no one with which to share it.

While discussing the movie, one of my co-workers told me about a theater in Huntsville, the Monaco, that offers an upscale viewing experience for those over 21. Apparently for a few dollars more, you can sit in a large, reclining seat, eat, drink, and socialize, all while enjoying the movie. It sounds like it might be worth the drive to Huntsville.

Here's the blurb from their website:

ELEVATE YOUR EXPERIENCE AT PRIVE' A private glass elevator awaits the Prive' guest, taking them to the exclusive 21 and over Prive' level of Monaco. Prive' guests will enjoy an elevated lounge featuring a Wine Tasting Bar, appetizer dining, and upscale concessions. Enjoy a glass of wine while watching the show along with reserved seating in our custom-designed high back leather recliners. Prive' VIP delivers the ultimate luxurious experience.

Of course, I could also wait for the movie to come out on video and do the same thing at home.
The floor won't be sticky and there's no line for the bathroom.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Flashback Friday: It's Inner Beauty that Counts

A blogger I adore..."Anne Glamore" over in My Tiny Kingdom does this thing every Friday that she calls Flashback Friday.
This week, she tells about her boys school photos and reminisces on her own jr.high school photos and the awkwardness of those delicate years.

I can relate to the feeling of having one's prepubesent body suddenly having a mind all it's own and the hapless, hopeless feeling that things were about to get ugly.

I present this as proof.....a photo collage of my 6th, 7th, an 8th grade school photos.

I refer to this work as "The Awkward Years."
My 6th grade year, despite my best efforts, my hair would fix itself. I am wearing my favorite drawstring-neck peasant shirt, that unfortunately, didn't photograph very well. To the people who always tell me that I look like my is proof that I look more like my dad. I think that it was taken just after gym, which is why I look somewhat dishevealed. Note that my ears are covered, because they stuck out....a lot. But not quite as much as a tooth on the bottom right side of my mouth. It stuck out like the bulldog on the Looney Toon cartoons. I had become a pro at only smiling with my top teeth to cover this very embarrasing flaw. Not a one of these photos were given out. I have every last one of them.
7th grade, I was beginning to get control of my hair. My "wings" were still a little wayward thanks to the wicked cowlick I have right up front, but you can at least tell they are supposed to be wings. I loved this outfit...a jade green color-block sweater and matching jade green pants. Despite my numerous insecurities, when I wore this outfit, I thought I was the bomb. Make note of the jade cloisonne' necklace. They were all the rage that year, and I was the first one who had one. I loved saying cloisonne' because it sounded expensive. It was such an improvement over the previous years photo, I actually gave this one to my family. Ears still conveniently covered.
8th grade, as you can tell, I am getting more confident. It awas never as evident before, but with the three photos together, it is very obvious, as my smile is getting bigger, though still covering that off-set tooth. Mother let me wear some make up. Look how much confidence the Bonne Bell lipgloss and the Pink Cheekers blush seem to give me! The hair is much improved, (though still covering my ears). I was getting up at 4:30 a.m to acheive this look and I was darn proud of it. This was the year I got my braces and thus the last year I only smiled with my top teeth. I loved this photo so much, I'm quite surprised I have this one.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I Thick I Hab A Code....

Zits by Jerry Scott & Jim Borgman...courtesey of

I feel like crap... but I'm here.

Anyday above ground...right?