When do you feel your sexiest? When I'm focused on my husband. Sunday mornings. After a shower. In heels. After a work-out. And then a shower. Whenever I listen to Doris Troy's "Just One Look" If you'll notice, a lot of these times are self-made. As in, they don't just happen to me, I endeavor to make them happen. Because feeling sexy- feeling beautiful and confident- is important. Because when I'm happy, my man's happy. I've never taken much stock in how sexy I look. Attractive, sure. Beautiful, yes. But sexy? Was never really the look I tried to achieve. One of the great things about Mr. E is his constant appraisal of how I look. Whether I'm knee deep ocean waves or showing him my new haircut, he always takes the time to let me know just how sexy I am. And THAT is when I feel sexiest. This marks Day 28, people. As in done with February's NaBloPoMo. Thank goodness, because if I had to type "sex" one more time I thought my ears might fall off. It's a good thing I've never foreseen romance novel-writing in my future... Does this mean I'll stop writing every day? No. But I certainly won't feel obligated or pressured to do so either. I want to keep you updated on what I'm doing, I want to record all of my projects at home, I want a record of the movies we watch and the things we do. I want you to know exactly how Mr. E and I are going through life one weekend at a time. So I'll keep the weekend picture updates. Because goodness knows I take enough pictures of Ripley. But this is also the story of me. And what I do to make myself happy with my life- which in large part is keeping Mr. E happy, too. Sit down, stay tuned and watch out. Our life is just beginning.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Mae West described sex as "emotion in motion." Unpack this idea in a post.Brace yourselves. It's about to get...rough? Rowdy? Randy? Romantic?
When a man and a woman love each other....I love my husband. I like to think we have an immensely healthy relationship. Not because we've learned to compromise. Not because we strive to put each other first. Not because we actively enjoy each other's company...But because we've learned how to communicate with one another. "Don't underestimate the importance of BODY LANGUAGE."
I agree with Ms. West. Sex, at it's rawest form is emotion- a way of communicating feelings without words. We certainly have a lot of words to describe sex, and each of them have a different connotation, don't they? No two...sessions...are alike. They say something different, something unique each time. Having sex, making love, fooling around are all the same basic movements, the same general idea, but the emotions change. I certainly don't have the same mindset each time. Maybe that's why sex is such a heated, polarizing topic. We're essentially speaking volumes without saying a word (or saying many of them, if that's your thing). We're emotionally bare, brutally honest and ....open in ways that many of us try to avoid. That's REALLY scary. And incredibly humbling. And probably something that your significant other would prefer to keep within the relationship (unless THAT'S your thing). Emotions are finicky creatures- they're loyal to themselves- not you- often betraying how you think you should feel. They upstage your senses, make you feel things you do not.want.to.feel.
My drama teacher in high school once told us there's a heated debate over whether sex on-stage is acting: because the two are so all-encompassing you can't really have sex (personally emotionally open) and act (pretending to be emotionally open as someone else) at the same time. This doesn't seem to stop the internet. But then again, I think we're talking about two different kinds of acting.
It's not all rainbows and love and everything wonderful in our home. There's a lot of stress, a lot of pressure and a lot of expectation (from ourselves and others). But our communication (our relationship, our connection with each other, our marriage) has never been better.You know, and the sex is great too.
Imdb synopsis: After being deemed unfit for military service, Steve Rogers volunteers for a top secret research project that turns him into Captain America, a superhero dedicated to defending USA ideals.It's just so disheartening to see storylines with no original thought, no imagination and such heavy computer graphics. Many of the original stories revolved around the character; the conflict helped you understand the flaws and insecurities that made these heroes just like us. But the smashing and the fighting and the ridiculous stunts leaves much to be desired in terms of story. And the writing?
Ohmygoodness this movie is so awful. I'm so disappointed in Hollywood for cranking out all of the superhero movies. The studios have found their new cash cow and now everyone is banking on caped crusaders (minus the capes most of the time) as guaranteeing them an audience and a viewer base. This is not the case. Well...maybe it is for most movie-goers.
We can do better, Hollywood.
Just because comics were cheesy doesn't mean we have to be too. The first time Mr. E and I watched this movie was at the drive-in, all snuggled together with out blankets and our snacks and that wonderful drive-in smell. We were not impressed. In fact, it was a major disappointment because Mr. E thinks Cap is the bees knees. We knew we would never buy this movie and left it at that. But after talking to some other people about it who had better reviews than our own, we were left with a little bit of self-doubt. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe we were being too hard on it. Maybe we expected too much and just needed to enjoy it for what it was. Maybe it's not smart-aleck Iron Man, or politically relevant X-Men, but it might hold it's own. Wrong. This movie still sucks. After just coming from watching period dramas like Band of Brothers and The Pacific, where war-stories are told in a poignant and relatable way, Captain America (set in the midst of WWII) just came off as a weak and underdeveloped (ha! see what I did there?) story. A good friend pointed out her problem with a lot of superhero movies is the fact that they have human (not supers) characters performing stunts or theatrics that humans could not survive. Black Widow has no powers. Hawkeye has no powers. Captain America HAS NO POWERS. He is a super soldier, yes, but he is not invincible. Plus? I always imagined Cap would be older than what they portrayed Steve Rogers. No wonder people didn't believe him in the movie- he was some young get-up that hadn't actually done anything worthy of his moniker. Ultimately, this movie was a let down. The stakes weren't high enough for me to root for Cap, and I felt like this movie was just a filler for the other Avenger story-lines. "Go get 'im! I can SWIM!" Really?
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Do you think sex education should come from the parents, the school, or a mix of both? Whoa! Talk about controversial. I think this has too many layers: relationships between parents, relationships with parents, with teachers, with schoolmates, attitudes, maturity, so on and so forth. Ideally? Kids should be comfortable enough with the parents they can talk about sex. They're certainly inundated with it from a very young age. Just walking around the mall is like navigating a minefield- young adults and teens who are way too sexualized for their own good, ads, billboards, posters, store mannequins. And all you were trying to do was grab a pretzel. Regardless of how sex is addressed, it does need to be addressed, if only to answer questions from a reputable source. If asking parents aren't an option, the next best thing might be to go to a teacher. I actually can't talk with any confidence about this because my school changed every four years. I didn't grow up with the same classmates or teachers, I didn't see them socially and I rarely made close relationships with them- so this whole business about trusting an adult that's not your parent is a LITTLE foreign to me. But from what I gather, teachers have the potential (and often times fill in) as parent-stand ins. So for a child to be taught about the ins and outs (haha- wrong crowd?) of sex by an adult they know and trust, this isn't such a big jump.
Personally? Sex education in school was awful. I wanted to know, but I was TERRIBLY shy. The students around me not only seemed to know more than I did but had no qualms about making jokes and using euphemisms I couldn't understand. This made it all way more mystifying and thus embarrassing for me to talk about. Children are notorious for exclusive behaviors and for such an intimate discussion, sex and sexuality is fiercely noticed, remarked on and ridiculed.
When I have kids I want them to know they can talk to me about it. If not me, hopefully they can go to any of their supportive family members (some of whom have been, in fact, health professionals). Ultimately I don't think that you can shelter your children from such stark conversations with their peers or the public. I would rather they experience these situations, but come away from them secure in their knowledge that any remaining concerns or feelings can always be brought home. Here's to living in a perfect world. And closing my eyes against the thought of my future children trying to wrestle bananas and condoms before they skip to the cafeteria to enjoy chicken nuggets and chocolate milk.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Do you think you would enjoy being a "sex symbol?"Let's get those giggles out now, people. Would I enjoy it? Sure. For those first few photoshoots until someone had the nerve to criticize me. I do NOT take criticism well. I absorb criticism like a sponge. I take the time to taste it, each excruciating bite, savoring it all until I can break it down, digest it, and let it go. I'm not skinny enough. I'm not big enough. I'm not toned enough. I don't have any place in my own idea of what "sexy" is, but that doesn't mean that I can't be sexy. And it certainly doesn't mean that I don't try. I think sexy is relative. Objective. Dependent.And let's be honest, why would I want anyone other than my husband to symbolize me. I'll take your admiration and praise from something else, thanks.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Things we're very good at doing on weekends? Bumming on the couch watching movies. Feeding ourselves really good food. Hanging with family. This weekend we took out Mr. E's grandma to watch his sister perform in The Man of La Mancha at The Attic. So cool to see my sister-in-law perform her extensive belly-dancing skills!
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Aristotle said, "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." Do you agree or disagree? Tough one today. I'd have to disagree. While it sounds very romantic to be two parts of the same soul, separated but united at the same time, I don't think that's love. Or, at least, not the love that forces you to remind yourself why exactly you agreed to live together for the rest of your life. It's not the kind of love that leaves you weak in the knees from a phone call when he's away for the weekend. It's certainly not the kind of love that makes you swallow your pride, own up to your faults, and apologize because that's the right thing to do. A single split soul makes me think of having all the same interests or priorities, like your significant other is exactly like you. And that's an awful thing to think of. If Mr. E were exactly like me, I don't think we'd have a very nice relationship. I don't think I would strive to be a better person if I didn't have Mr. E. And I don't think Mr. E would work as hard as he does if had someone just like him around. We have strengths and weaknesses that compliment each other, like... Salt and pepper.
|What our shakers USED to look like... Source|
Dinosaurs and food.
|How we spice up our dinners|
Adventure and romance.
Mr. E's my rock, my companion, my best friend. You could go as far as saying he's my soul mate. But I think that's where it ends- a mate is a counterpart. A pair. We go together, but we're not the same.
The greatest danger, critic and competitor on a movie set is time.
While takes roll, the set is tense, coiled, waiting for their next move. Everyone is riveted on the actors- not because of their performance, but because as soon as a prop fails, an accident occurs, or someone breaks character, the director calls cut (quickly repeated and projected by the AD) and HUSTLE is now the name of the game.
|Shooting in abandoned underground water treatment plants: hazardous for one's health.|
With only 12 hours to get multiple takes, multiple angles, multiple shots and sometimes multiple locations, every second counts. Each minute is scrupulously measured as the movie set is ultimately ruled by time: Time to start, time for actors to be there, time for lunch. On a set, everything costs money- paying the actors overtime, paying the rental company for use of the truck, the camera, the equipment, the space. You want to maintain a positive relationship with these people so that you can work with them again- but you're also balancing your vision of the movie.
This is why it is SO IMPORTANT to plan your shots ahead of time, to communicate with your key creatives to make sure that everyone knows exactly in which direction to head like a great coordinated school of fish. Each movement is beautifully choreographed and not a single second is wasted telling people to be quiet, to re-take the scene, to move out of the shot, to move into the shot. The people, even despite the fact that it's a student film, are professionals. This is their passion, whether they're doing the job on set they want or not, and each movie is another learning experience.
Ideally the main creatives (director, DP (director of photography) and the assistant director) should meet to discuss what the focus of the day is, sort of to keep everyone on the same page. Additional people may be added to this meeting (assistants, the producer, even the key grip) but overall you want a few key people to direct the flow and efficiency of the day. The call-sheet is sent out the night before (if everyone's on top of it), letting the crew and talent (cast) know where they need to be. It also includes important information like start times, directions, who's needed when and where, set changes, lunch, breaks and so on and so forth.
Even though set may start at a specific time, transportation may take longer to get there (if, say, your set is in LA in the traffic of a weekday morning...or a weekend in the mountains).
Once everyone has started arriving, the first shot of the day is set up. The equipment is unloaded from the truck and organized: cables and lights, sandbags and boxes, dolly tracks, mics, the camera(s) and folding chairs. This can easily take a few hours. While this is going on base camp is also being created- chairs off-set, craft services (aka crafty, aka snacks and food) for those who don't have a specific function between shots.
When the camera starts rolling, the crew moves like clockwork (if it's a good crew!). The grips handle the equipment, all led by the key grip who is in charge of organizing where things need to be for each take. This is also overseen by the DP who lends a hand, placing his lights just so, fixing cables and framing where the shots will be. On student sets the grips are often a swing shift of sorts- working both grip and electric departments, filling in for whatever needs moving. The gaffer, who is in charge of the electricalities, adjusts the lights, the bounce boards, and the cables...which can run every which way all over the set.
|The electric crew creates the light, the grips create the shadows.|
The director is often seen conversing with his actors- a good director can trust his crew to do the things he wants, without actually monitoring them. He has other people who monitor for him, so when he's between takes he focuses on molding the talent, leading them one way or another, encouraging or discouraging as the case may be. Once cameras are rolling you'll find him behind a make-shift TV screen, watching what the camera records. He watches the actors, the blocking, the reactions and the movement of the camera and may or may not have someone watching the scene with him to make sure no equipment is captured accidentally.
The lifeblood of a set- the vein that keeps it all together- is the almighty walkie-talkie. Cell phones sometimes get bad reception (when you're working in cement basements) or aren't loud enough. The regular squawking and white noise allows those not immediately on set to socialize, rehearse, get away from where the shots are being filmed- as long as someone is always within the vicinity of a walkie, you're always on call.
My favorite part of listening to the dead silence when a walkie goes off? The short-hand and the funny phrases.
"Can we have a C-47 flown in?" Someone needs a clothespin on set
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Do you think people can live without love?Of people- including the self? Sure. Of ideas- faith, knowledge? No. Of things? Yes, but then I think that leads you back to a love (or a belief, if you will) of ideas. I initially thought of this prompt as someone living without giving love, which I believe can happen. I don't think that it's completely absent from people, but there are those who don't/can't/won't give love to other people. However, then I thought about it from the other perspective...Can someone live without receiving love? What an awful thing to think about! Yet it happens, over and over, minute after minute all over the world, throughout history. And while I could (should?) make the case for unwanted children, I'm actually talking about pets. Dogs and cats and bunnies and... Un-neutered, un-spayed, breeding too young, given away, given up, donated, un-adopted and eventually euthanized. I don't make much of a case for how people treat their animals. In a perfect world your dog or cat would be as much a part of the family as your kids. Taught to be polite, trained to be obedient and encouraged with positive actions. After all, you're the one who feeds them, cares for them, interacts with them on a daily basis. But each person, each family, has a different outlook on their pets- just as you have different outlooks on how to raise your kids. I find it so disheartening that so many litters are bred accidentally- puppies and kittens with a bleak future and a short life. Not everyone is fortunate enough to have land or resources to raise an unexpected influx of animals. Even with social media outlets (Facebook, craigslist, Ebay classifieds) to let people know you have adoptable pets, once you pass a certain point those cute baby animals are less attractive and harder to get rid of.Rule of thumb, babies get adopted faster.It doesn't have to be like that. The strays on the street and the poor unadopted donations to the shelter could be prevented. 1. Unless you plan on breeding your animals, get them fixed as early as four months. Cats can get pregnant this early, and dogs at 6 months. That's barely out of babyhood and already a mother. 2. Adopt from shelters or reputable sources. With so many mixes and "-poos" being bred there are bound to be animals similar to what you're looking for at the local shelter. 3. Help out! Encourage others to spay and neuter their animals. Puppies, kittens, bunnies and the like are fairly dependent on people- for food, for space, for care. Animals who run wild have a greater likelihood of dying (poisoning, sport, hit and runs, wild animals) or being caught and euthanized (after a short trip to the shelter). In fact, we adopted Ripley through the local shelter! We had been talking about getting a small dog for almost a year- going through the motions, mapping out who would care for her at what times during the day, pricing food and toys and vets. When our landlady agreed to something small, we
randrove to the local shelter that day with a list of animals to see. We walked through the pens and found our sweet little girl: such a waggy-tail-happy-dog!She was energetic and demanded attention, alert, clean and soooo loveable. She was the only dog we asked to see out of the pen and after a few hours of deliberating, we took the plunge. The OC Animal Shelter requires all animals to be spayed or neutered before being adopted, so we had to wait an agonizing week to bring Ripley home. But she was worth every second and every penny.Take the time to avoid accidents. Don't let your animals get into something you aren't prepared to take care of.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
With the help of a German bounty hunter, a freed slave sets out to rescue his wife from a brutal Mississippi plantation owner.
Django is a fun movie. It's not very deep, it's not very complicated, but the writing is smart, the guns are blazin' and the story has never been told like this.
I like to rate my QT movies as to whether or not my mom could watch it, since she has a really hard time with gratuitous gore. This movie isn't for the faint of heart- we're talking fountains and explosions of gore. But somehow, this is exactly what makes the movie funny. It's this commitment to extremism that helps you slide into the movie world even if the way is slick with tinted corn syrup.
Mr. E read the screenplay for Django a few years ago, so we were looking forward to seeing the adaptation. There is a lot of change that can happen between a screenplay and a movie, especially with a director who wrote the script. Often times the director skimps on explanation or stage directions because they can already visualize how they want it to look. It also makes it hard for anyone else to copy. Think of it as a family recipe: you wouldn't want everyone else to be able to make your world-famous cookies, now would you? Also there are changes day to day as the actors get used to their characters, and even later on as the editor, producers or even a test audience gets a hold of the movie.
I don't think Mr. E had very high hopes for Django, especially coming on the heels of Inglorius Basterds, but we enjoyed ourselves without it being a specifically "comedic" movie. I was a little disappointed that Django's wife, Brunhilda, wasn't fleshed out more. I never felt particularly close to her as a character and I had a hard time believing her rebellious nature. Dr. Schulz, however, was phenomenal.
One of the things I love the most about Tarantino movies is his way with words. A lot of the scenes are very dialogue driven, but the dialogue is so colorful and distinct that you find yourself still interested despite the fact that nothing is happening. Overall Django is worth it just to say you watched it. But the blood is gratuitous the language is foul and Quentin's cameo Australian accent is absolutely atrocious.
Erich Fromm said, "Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you'." How do you define mature love?
Spoiler alert: I don't understand this quote. I really want to be all philosophical and what not, really delve into what this means but I don't get it. Would this be as interesting if I had all the answers?
I think the difference between the two loves is certainly maturity- but not the aged-cheese, better wine kind. The maturity that comes from living both of these types of relationships and realizing the one that bends the most, adapts the best and sacrifices daily without expectation is needing because of love.
I'm surrounded by people in my life, and often I find myself pulled multiple directions by each of my relationships.
Be a better friend,
be a better wife,
be a better employee.
Sometimes the obligations clash. Sometimes they coincide. Often times they ask me to choose one over another. But it's the relationships I cherish and love the most that understand my dilemma- you can't please everyone. But that doesn't mean I've failed or become unreliable. It means I am busy being supportive, acknowledging other relationships, encouraging friends and family in their endeavors. It means I am bursting at the seams with love for others...and the people I love the most understand that. I've fought (am fighting...) to put this realization into action. In order to live my life thoroughly, completely and with joy, I am busy surrounding myself with positive people. I have had too many downers, too many complainers, too many extremists taking up my time and energy. I have been exhausted trying to support them, broken-hearted trying to love them.
I don't need that in my life.
I don't need that anywhere, really. No one does.
I've grown up. I've moved on. I've matured and I don't want to let the opinions of others drag me down. I am giving the best of myself to those who want it, who need it and who love it. And that's the best feeling in the world. To come to the understanding that those who love me, know me and support me unconditionally.
I love you, too. I need you, too. How do I define mature love? Acceptance. Support. Understanding. I don't need agreement, or mutual interests, or constant companionship. I need trust, real and deep. I need love without bounds, without terms, without rules.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Martin Luther King Jr. unpacked love and hate when he said, "I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear." Which is easier for you to feel: love or hate? Unfortunately this question is all too easy to answer. When I'm head over heels for something, I definitely fall hard, but I hold a mean grudge. Avoid thinking about middle school type of grudge. Avoid talking to ex-boyfriends type of grudge. Hide Facebook updates because I'm not quite brave enough to un-friend someone type of grudge (thank GOODNESS for hiding people from your newsfeed, amirite?) Is this unhealthy? Yes. Is this a problem? Yes. Have I attempted to change this? Sure thing, babydoll. I have always ascribed to the idea that if something (or someone) is painful or causing me to doubt myself, then I don't need it in my life. I'm better than that. I deserve more than someone who makes me feel inferior or somehow less. I don't regret shutting them out of my life, but sometimes I regret the way it happened. Point of fact, I think I've actually reached out to some of the major offenders and tried to make peace because I felt uncomfortable with how things ended. Granted, this may take time (years?) and the other person may have moved on, but I did the most I could do with what was given.
I have a hard time being positive. It's a flaw, a weakness that I don't like to talk about. Maybe by avoiding it, it'll go away. If I don't talk about it, no one will know. Inevitably, I am my worse critic. I know when I'm hiding from something and I know what I should be doing to rectify the situation or be the bigger person. That doesn't mean that I have to welcome every last person into my life, but I can come to terms with the fact that I feel better about myself surrounding myself with people who love me and care for me.
These are the things I need to remember. Grudges don't affect anyone else as much as they affect (Consume. Take over. Dominate) you.
What have I done to fix this? I'm learning to let things go. I don't stress over how people treat me. I remind myself of all the blessings and opportunities I have and I choose to see the good things here. Does this always work? Nope, because I am imperfect, but I'm working on it. And that's more than I can say for five years ago.
Monday, February 18, 2013
If you're following along (a girl can hope) you know that I'm participating in Blogher's National Blog Posting Month...and it's kicking my butt. I thought choosing the shortest month would somehow make writing everyday go faster. Easy even.Not so, my friends.But I only have a few more days left, and we're going to make it work. Seriously.To do so, I'm ditching today's topic (most romantic read) because I can't think of one. Also, because most of the books I read lately are not romantic stories (wars, science fiction, memoirs). So here's a post I skipped because it wasn't ready...but look at how well that worked out for me.Name the most romantic movie of all time.Whoa! Talk about a tough one today! I don't proclaim myself as a movie buff (I have a hard time keeping all the names, actors, directors, etc straight) but I watch a lot more movies than the average person. Or maybe not, who knows? I'm not sure I can boil it down to one movie. I'd have to give you a top five.City of Angels will always be my guilty pleasure. It makes me cry every.single.damn.time. I can't help it- Mr. Cage is so forlorn, so hopeful. He doesn't make any weird freak-outs, he's not trying to be strange or demented or chaotic. There's no vampires, no bees, no witches. It's a touching love story, the soundtrack is moving and Meg Ryan is just so dang normal, she could be your sister, your cousin or your friend. You just can't help falling in love with both of them.500 Days of Summer is a sadly sweet story wrapped in layers and layers of wit, quirk and spunk like Christmas Day trifle from your guilt-ridden aunt. Each scene reveals a little more to document the rise and fall of a relationship: part exploration, part revalation, so much hope and hurt and expectation. I love how the film tries to justify the rose-colored world that Joseph Gordon Levitt lives in, ultimately revealing that wishing something (or someone) was a certain way doesn't make it true.The Notebook is possibly my absolute favortie romantic movie despite the fact I can't stand other Nicholas Sparks movie adaptations. I don't understand the following behind his books- I've read smutty romance novels with more substance. But The Notebook just clenches your heartstrings and refuses to let go. It's the sort of all-encompassing love that you wish you had, you admire and look forward to. Thankfully, this is also a movie my hubby will curl up and watch with me (and take notes!).I wasn't always a Pride and Prejudice fan. I read this book because it was a classic (I felt super accomplished reading Jane Austen and Margaret Mitchell in fifth grade) and although I liked it, it didn't come alive for me until the movie. Mr. Darcy is SUCH a tortured soul in the way he falls head over heels for Elizabeth, that you can't help but root for their relationship to win out over all societal boundaries. Plus, this movie is gorgeous, so you not only fall in love with the story, but the landscape.My favorite movie (of all time, not just romance movies) is a small independent film and Sundance 2011 winner Like Crazy. I guess I have a thing for romance stories that are stretched, inherently flawed and ultimately realistic. Their conflict is real, their dialogue is real, their body language, their awkward pauses, their resolution is so normal. If I myself haven't had that fight I know someone who has. It's not happily ever after or the perfect ending, but it's a reflection of life, it's ups and downs and it's versimilitude.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
How did this Valentine's Day compare to those of yore? Not too shabby. We're on spending "ground zero" so we're making do with what we have, re-using, re-purposing, scrimping and saving to stretch our dollars. And while that was initially crazy to postpone our instant gratification, it's become so worthwhile. We focus a little more on each other, on ourselves and the things around the house that we've been putting off- cleaning the garage, taking Ripley for walks (BURN YOUR ENERGY OFF, DOG), cooking together. We're not entirely productive...unless you count knocking out seasons of Doctor Who. (Which, in our house, is totally productive when you have three separate stacks of recommended movies to watch: grab bag, re-watch and new movies)
So while most girls got flowers for Feburary 14th, I got a clean sink. A thoughtful card? I got a handwritten note warning me of 21 ninjas hidden around the house. I wouldn't give this guy up for the world.So while he was at work, I-also did some house-cleaning, but more importantly- I made him dessert, following this recipe on Dana Made It. So easy, so simple and so scrumptious. I halved the recipe because we're only feeding ourselves, but even so, spread this on Ritz crackers and you have a sinful dessert.
Since the tone of the night began silly, I merely perpetuated the fun and challenged Mr. E to find his V-day dessert by following a string of yarn around the house- one end in the garage, the other in the bedroom. I'm not sure he was suitably impressed.
Sometimes, the best laid plans are tangled. The romantic dinner and a movie is outvoted by dessert first and re-watching Game of Thrones. Sometimes your dog would like to be snuggled, too. But that's okay. That's how life is for us. This is where we are and we wouldn't have it any other way.