Where was I?

Before I finish my weekend blather, I jusss' wanna give a shout out to Zoot
for adding me to her reads list. Woot! Woot! For Zoot! WEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee!!! Thanks ya!

M'kay.

So where was I? Oh yea, Friday night. I must've hugged Ron for five full minutes when I got home that night. By the time the end of the week rolls around I am so starved for him I can't stand it. The evening was lovely... Saturday we got up fairly early so that we could start getting things done. Ron went to the bank and to run a couple of other various errands while I tidied up the place. Saturday mornings drive me a little cleaning crazy because I usually get up at about ten, when the morning sun is bright and heading into the afternoon. It shines through the windows at just the right angle and brightness as to illuminate all the cat hair, litter, feathers, bird food and bird shit that I missed cleaning up during the week. Then there's the beer bottles and caps all over the kitchen sink and coffee table. MMmm....GAH. Gotta. Clean. It. UP. SWEEP! Vacuum!!! Ron gets home and I'm lifting the couch like that scene from "Something About M_ _y"... Heh. I just have to clean up a little, helps motivate me.

Saturday was our first official "wedding planning" appointment at a local community entertainment center. They have bowling, ice skating, banquet rooms, a garden...so I thought I'd make an appointment for us to check the place out. We met our contact at 1 p.m. and she showed us around the place. It was nice and put some ideas in my head. It also gave me something to tell my mother about. See mom? I'M PLANNING. I especially liked the garden area because it was tucked away behind the facility, kind of nestled into the hills. And the whole place isn't too far from the church. It's a nice option.

After that, we headed toward the local H@@ters for some beer, hot wings, crab meat and sports. Lovely lovely afternoon. I had a clam shooter. YUMMY!!! They put it in their little shot glass (which you get to keep I found out as I was getting ready to steal it as I'm sure is what made them just let people keep the damn thing 'cause we all think the same drunk thought) in nice layers. The first is the actual clam, then cocktail sauce and finally some foamy melted butter. *Slup* Mmmmmmmmm...I taste everything in an afterburp. I love that slightly fishy clam mixed with the other ingredients. Then your beer burblin' belly just sets that shit off. Yeaaaahhh... We had four beers each and it was time to go. I was all loopy and silly, it was great.

We stopped to pick up one of my favorite Din'ney movies on the way home... L@dee an' thu Tramp. I had heard that it was on sale earlier that week and I HAD to get it! Yes, it was made during the time that cartoons were still art. Beautifully HAND-painted backrounds, beautifully HAND-animated characters. Not all of this over-stimulating, computer animated, in-your-face-you'd-better-be-impressed, mass-produced shit. We went home and watched it right away. It wasn't long before I had tears streaming down my face. It's not that it was touching or anything (although it damn CUTE) it's just the beauty of the thing. Cartoons, animation and illustration are my favorite genre. As an artist I LOVE this stuff so much and to see painstaking talent touches me. I don't know how to describe my reaction. I guess it starts with a lump in my throat and then I get sort of a head rush...then the tears start spilling over my HUGE, sappy smile. I remember each and every facial expression, sound, movement...the way they walk. I especially love the dog fight scene. The glowing eyes coming out of the dark alley set off by a low, menacing growl. The dancing shadows on the fence. Then there are the backround paintings. Yes, they're 2D, but they're gorgeous and done with nothing but a paintbrush. Fuck 3D! It's fucking cheating as far as I'm concerned. I know computers are an entirely different medium and it does take artistic talent to produce with them, but fuck...things are becoming so goddamned realistic that we may as well computer animate characters over real scenes!!

Anyway, lessee...so the rest of Saturday was spent getting progressively more fucked up as we watched movies. I eventually passed out on the couch and don't remember going to bed. But I woke up about midnight like, "Oh...I'm in bed." I love that how-in-the-hell-did-I-get-here?? feeling. There's absolutely nothing like it. I don't know what time I fell asleep Saturday, but by the time I woke up Sunday my back was aching from too much lying in bed. We finally got up and headed straight for the laundromat with our seven loads of laundry. I washed everything on the bed, too. After what seemed like years of folding, Ron had a surprise for me. We hopped in the car and ended up at the IMAX theater where Ron treated me to the best 3D show I'd ever seen. Now THIS is the kind of 3D I like, an underwater documentary. It was none other than awesome. We "swam" through reefs, kelp forests and clouds of tiny moon jellyfish. We had sharks and giant rays coming straight at our faces. Microscopic creatures circling around our heads in the current. I had to point out the "boy" and "girl" sharks to Ron. "See honey, that one has claspers, that's a boy." And, "Look honey! That's an ocean sunfish! OH MY GAWD." I was thrilled with the show and even more thrilled that despite the fact that there were about three thousand children in the theater, none of them had a tantrum that made me want to stuff cotton in their orifices.

After the fantastic show, it was off to the grocery store to get some shopping done. Ron had promised to come with me the next time I went. I fucking DETEST grocery shopping. It's always better to have someone with you. We picked up some tender beef and all the fixin's for Ron's delicious burritos. I'd never had them. I'll say this, I want them again. And again. And again. Just thinking about them is making muh mouf wattah. We went home and Ron made his masterpieces while I, once again, tidied up a bit. This time it included the bird cages and the much-needed change out and scrubbing of the cat box. I try to do that at least once a month. Sunday ended about the same way Saturday did, except I remember going to bed. All in all, a great weekend. All in all, not long enough.

*Whew* I gotta get to work. I've been working on this on and off all morning and I really have to get to some phone calls. My FAVORITE. Bye bye for now.