• He doesn’t flinch when we’re getting ready to leave and I say, “Okay, let me go put on some hair.”
• He knows that when I say, “I’m not going to tell you to NOT come home,” I’m silently screaming for some alone time.
• He makes shadow puppets.
• It doesn’t phase him when I pull an electric tealight out of my purse at dinner so we can have ambience.
• He believes in traditions that I think are silly, and sticks to them (even though I think they’re silly).
• He buys double stuffed oreos even though I chide him for eating so unhealthily, but he never judges when I have some.
• He knows when I need help, even though I never, ever ask.
• He makes great farting noises with linoleum.
• He talks to me about lighting gear like I have ANY clue.
• There is not a night that goes by where he doesn’t do a striptease before coming to bed.
• He taught me to value affection.
• He earns some MASSIVELY GOOD KARMA.
• Although he is careful to not overstep his boundaries, he’s incredibly protective of me.
• He plays with Mabel.  A LOT.
• Not a day goes by that he doesn’t tell me I’m beautiful. (Even though I don’t feel it half the time.)
• He is a fantastic father.
• I am incredibly forgetful.  He is not.  And he never makes me feel stupid for forgetting.
• He makes a sport out of torturing our neighbors.
• When I need to take a walk, he never ducks out.  He always walks with me.
• He doesn’t keep score.
• He’s a damn hottie.

“.. if I get it all down on paper
it’s no longer inside of me,
threatening the life it belongs to.”
- “Breathe (2 a.m.)”, Anna Nalick

I feel very clogged when I don’t write often, especially when I have things of actual weight to pen.  But time hasn’t been granting me very much free time as of late, and the free time I do have, I fill too quickly.  I have got to learn to be better about that.  It’s on my to-do list.. but, unfortunately, it’s pretty far down on the list.

Last week was a blur.  Last week felt shorter than the week prior, where I actually only had a three day workweek.  But last week was such a whirlwind that I feel like I lost two days.  I couldn’t believe it was actually Friday.  And then that sucked, because I had booked Friday to the breaking point.

All in all, Friday was a very good day.  I had a very promising interview.  I so rarely walk away from anything with the blind confidence I had in my youth; now I walk away feeling that “I could SO do that job” or “Why in the hell did they call to me to interview for that job?”.  Those are the two options.  I walked away with the former, which was nice.  Honestly, I’m not qualified enough on paper to be hired for it, but I held my own in the interview.  I walked away feeling a bit more accomplished, whether or not I’m hired.

Then I hauled ass home.

Bryan and I had our engagement shots taken on Friday afternoon.  Karma paid off and the sky cleared to a sunny magic hour, just long enough for us to visit Big Spring Park and take some shots there.  It’s very awkward, though.. pretending to be in love on camera.  I mean, we’re very much in love.  But when we’re forced to be, it’s just odd.  In most of the pictures, Bryan is grabbing my ass off camera.  Cause that’s how we roll.

After that, we went and ate dinner and Bryan COMPLETELY spoiled me.. we went to see “The Descent”.  I had been drooling over this horror flick for months now, and it opened while I was in Seuss-ic-hell, so I didn’t try and see it then.  But it was a FANTASTIC movie, and well worth the wait.  It was a bit more of a psychological thriller than I had anticipated (I’m more of a gore fanatic.. the bloodier, the better), but after my first jumping-and-screaming-out-loud moment, I was then ready.  And you have to adore the new Rave theatre, which allows you to do away with that pestering armrest and actually crawl into the lap of your neighbor.  I made use of that.

Saturday morning, I realized that I was just stuck in that zone.  That zone where I have to be busy.  All the time.  I went and worked at the gym for half an hour, then did an hour of cardio jam, then met my bridal party for lunch.  We braved the hysteria that was David’s Bridal, and another thing can be checked off my list.. my side of the altar is now dressed.

After that, I did an hour of grocery shopping.  Then I came home.. and crashed.  I passed out in a chair where Bryan and The Boy were kind enough to leave me undisturbed for an hour.

And try as I might, I can’t remember much else that happened that night.

OH!  I was buried in wedding planning.  There is so much crap to do!

Sunday was all about Shel.  I spent a good several hours memorizing my “tirade”.. because, damn, it’s crazy.  Then there was more wedding stuff.  Then there was rehearsal.  Then we went home.

So, but this is really what I want to share with you.  I have a slight addiction to reality tv (although I haven’t seen ANY tv in almost an entire season), and one of my favorites, “Flavor of Love”, just began it’s second season.  Now, Flava Flave usually picks an.. interesting.. group of women to be on this show, but this second season definitely has a buncha skank-nasty-hoes.  Seriously.  Case in point?

As Flave is ending the first evening’s festivities, he remarks in a voiceover, “And I started to smell something that was just not right.  And I saw this one girl drop down, like this, out of the frame, and then she came right back up.  And I started to go up the stairs, and..”

Cut to “this one girl”: I was having some serious stomach problems.  You know, I was nervous, and we had eaten that food, and I was trying to hold it in, but.. my stomach just pushed it out.

Back to Flave: “This girl shit on my stairs.”

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you.. the highlight of my weekend.