**idea stolen from my friend Weird Aaron
so this weekend we had the mean cheese, so now I am left so tired...I have no idea how my bubs does it, hauls out of bed in the morning and heads to work, I just grumble and start swatting at the alarm and think to myself that there is no way I have it in me to blog today....but then I think....then I remember, that while out on adventures this weekend (aka trying to make the mean cheese tired) we saw these.
um, holy hell...Rap Snacks. That is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen, immediately I wanted them, no...it was more than that, I wanted to have a party in our new house, and serve them, so as my bubs said "show people how we 'roll'".
Since I was not really sure what that meant...I nodded in agreement and for the next 24 hours would randomly mumble..."rap snacks"
Saturday my bubs gave me an early birthday present after I pestered him for about an hour and then "almost broke my fool neck" (his words not mine) climbing into our secret "present box" to see if it was there.
In lieu of me actually breaking my neck, my bubs climbed up and pulled out of the box...a dvd of..."The Notebook".
yes, it's corny, yes, it's a "chick flick" but I love it.
I read the book during the middle years of my bad first marriage, and sobbed, and immediately thought of my bubs, my first love, the real powerful and passionate love that never went away.
THAT is why I like that movie, and the book...so much of it rings true in an overly dramatic sepia tinged kind of way...right down to the tearful fight fight and her saying "why didn't you write, Iw aited for you for seven years"...
just as I type this it is almost too much for me.
My bubs at first could not understand why I wasnted to own the movie, as when we finally saw it together, there was no consoling me...I was a wreck.
he is a logical man and cannot understand why I would want to watch a movie that makes me sob, makes me ache.
needless to say I watched it Saturday morning when we had the mean cheese and bubs was at work, I cried, a lot, but managed to not have a full on fit. The cheese watched it with me as I held her captive by doing her hair in these elaborate Grecian twists and ballerina up-dos...
though at the end the cheese looked at me, and I had tears streaming down my face....she unable to hear or really comprehend what I was going on about just gave me a look, and that look basically said "and people think I'm special needs....what's your excuse"
so that dear ones was my weekend, rap snacks and the notebook...ying and yang.
oh and we watched "Shark Mountain on PBS last night and it was beautiful, though I did get to see sharks having sex which was awful and violent...like a poor dumb slut at a frat party.
ok, must dash off now as monday's I tend to work from about 9:00am until 11:00pm...so much to do.
image today is actually a small change bank and it is up for sale in my shop, it is called
"A Disturbance in Mirrors"
also please make sure to read yesterday's "Petite Heights"