My Moon, My Man

I can't get Feist's song "My Moon, My Man" outta my head. Not that'd I'd want to....

Speaking of which, MY Man is pretty awesome. He made me this little flashcard thingie of the reasons why he loves me. And I was sick yesterday, so he brought me two pints of Ben and Jerry's. Our anniverary is November 8th...3 years! I can't hardly believe it. Seems like yesterday we had our first kiss on the swingset near my cousins' house. He's so great! Everything is easy with him. In many ways, I think true love has a lot to do with an underlying friendship. Stefan is my best friend. He accepts me with all my flaults, and understands me without ever having to speak a word. And, I've noticed how so many couples don't talk, probably because they've run out of things that they feel comfortable saying to their significant other. But not us. There's always something to say. I apologise if it sounds like I'm bragging, but honestly, I am saying this to remind everyone that love is something that is very precious and vital. And I AM bragging a little. Sorry. I still get all giggly when he comes to visit me at work.

I hope that when I die, my spirit flies up into the skies and swirls around the mountains, and blows the dandilions. Then my ashes would float on the ocean, and little fishies would eat some of it, and the rest would go into a coral reef. Then my soul would begin again anew, and when a baby takes it's first breath, it would take in my soul. I suppose I believe in reincarnation. If energy recycles itself, why not myself? And I hope that the love I have inside floats around like little invisible balloons, and inspires people to do good deeds. I hope anyway.

I feel like spending some time in the sunshine. I miss the cool of spring. I want to sit in a hilly field of green grass, in a big flowy white dress and purple boots. I want to play a ukulele and take pictures of deer with a vintage Canon. I want to wear a wreath of flowers in my hair. I want to skip! I want to spin round and round, and dance like a hippie flower child. I want to think of only the present and smile and laugh and drink lemonade. I want to lay naked in the tall grass and look at the clouds. Oh how I miss my childhood. I wish so much of it hadn't been stolen from me.

Colors are taken for granted. We think so little of the miracle that is color, probably because all of our lives are filled with spectacular color. But there are times that I see a color and it just knocks the wind outta me. Deep, vibrant blues typically are the ones that hit me hardest, but I go through color phases where one particular hue, or a group of colors, strike me. I feel really alive when I am around a bold color. Like it breathes life into my tired soul. Sometimes I get sad looking at the color swatches at paint departments, because the colors aren't vibrant enough. I like the drama of color. When we went to the Its a Small World ride at Disney, I got so inspired, because the colors are so gorgeous. Sometimes I'll do a painting because I want to stare and envelop myself in a particular color. I hated studying the color wheel (despite the fact that it makes so much sense) because it took the fun out of color. After all, no real artist looks at a color wheel to decide what should go on the canvas.

Anyhoo, that's all I have to say for now.
Love and pancakes,
Mimi

So Very Much to Say...

So much has happened I don't know where to start! Most recently, Stefan and I went to Disney. We had a wonderful time, despite getting sunburned and completely exhausted. The Magic Kingdom was great fun, but I will never again go in July. Not at all wise.

Anyhoo, the painting is a George Petty pinup. He's one of my favorite artists. I just thought you'd like to see somethin' sexy. The Painted Anvil website has a lot of his work that is very hard to find.

My dad may be getting a job in Savannah, which is great because he'll be doing something that allows him to get more respect for his through knowledge of carpentry, and my mom can be a southern belle like she's always wanted. I'm going to stay here with Stefan, because I think leaving him might just about kill me. I have a really good feeling about the whole thing and I'm hoping that it all works out.

If you haven't seen the new "Hairspray" movie, you might consider waiting until it comes out on DVD. It was really pretty cute, but if you are a big fan of the version with Ricky Lake as Tracy Turnblad, the new version may leave a bad taste in your mouth. And as much as I love Oprah, I must disagree with her...John Travola as Edna Turnblad was probably not a smart move. Edna is not meant to look like the guy from Grease. It's just not right. I think Travolta's voice is ingrained into the American pop culture psyche, and it's very hard to watch that movie and not think, "That's Christopher Walken dancing with John Travolta in drag." But the movie did have some good points. Zac Efron, who played Link Larkin, was pretty sexy. And really, all 13 year old girls will just swoon over him. I'm not ashamed to say that I thought he was cute enough to pinch. The dress that Amanda Bynes wore in the last scene was killer, and a lot of the costuming was really spectacular. All in all, I'd have to give a pretty good review. (But I'm still a huge fan of the cult classic.)

For those of you who've read my past posts, I think you'll remember how I was such a total mess a year ago. I am pleased to say that I noiw longer have a biological clock (I currently despise idiot parents who follow me places with their screaming children, and I'd rather shoot myself in the foot than get pregnant right now) and I am no longer obsessing about weddings, which is great because I look like a cancer patient in white. (Not that I'll wear a gown anyway, because I am in no way virginal) By the way, I thought I'd mention that when Stefan and I get engaged, we'll tell you people. So please, stop asking us when we're planning on getting hitched. It really just makes me want to choke you. Besides, we plan on getting married at the courthouse anyway, so you probably won't be invited. Sorry to be so blunt, but some of you were really driving me nuts.

How's that for being a feminist?



Weird transition, but I am starting a list of really great party themes. This is what I have so far:

1. I'm NOT pregant with a baby shower. (Everyone gets gifts for have no buns in their ovens.)
2. Lucifer Lives Here Party (A housewarming party for those livin' in sin)
3. No longer a Bachelorette party ('cause married ladies need to party too.)
4. Badass Baby Shower (For those ladies who are are carrying the next Joan Jett or Mick Jagger)
5. I'm Not Martha Party (A wholly un-domesticated celebration of the lovliness known as "store-bought")
6. Don't You Dare Get Dressed Up for My Party (A fantastic movie night where everyone wears icky old tee shirts and bleach-spotted sweat pants.)
7. Please Shut Up About Your Fucking Wedding (A party for the wedding party, whose had it up to here with bridezilla)


That's all I've got so far