Lots of big blue hoo hoo's

Well, well, well....this was a weekend of communication. Who woulda thunk that being honest and open would work so well, even when it is about the ugliest and most painful parts of ourselves. BooBoo (fromerly known as BB, but BooBoo is a much better nickname in the yogi bear and constant woundings sense) is quite an amazing man and I really have to stop under-estimating his love and friendship for me. We talked about some things this weekend that needed talking about and in the past I would have just shoved them somewhere to poison me at a later date. So THIS is what a functional relationship is?!!! ah hah! I am starting to catch on.... In all seriousness I am very blessed. (yet again)

Now what is this about big blue hoo hoo's? We went to see Watchmen this weekend. I must preface this, I did not read the book. But I would like to now because for me the movie was...meh. There were some spots of good and almost great, but I found it overshadowed by gratuitous gore, sex and in more your face gore. To me it felt like some elements of the film were thrown in to please producers or a focus group. Elements of the story that actually looked very interesting to me were lost in those directorial mis-steps, imho. I do want to read it now and understand the mythos, maybe then I will understand the choices better. One character - Warshek (sp?) was fantastic - everything about him I loved. So they did great there and I applaud that character and what he brought to the story. *clapping here* We did see a lot of big blue hoo hoo (which is the technical term for penis...It is! go look it up for yourself!) Dr. Manhattan, you cheeky monkey you! I was glad to see him wear a cup/thong/diaper in the field of battle however. I would have been uncomfortable watching otherwise I think. *shiver*

Spring is sprunging. Woot! But I hear tale of a wintry mix of a storm tomorrow. Poo I say! But BooBoo and I are dreaming of our little garden in the backyard anyways and decided on mulch in the front as opposed to stone.

Oh! That reminds me! I need to get bunny ears for the foo lion....Easter is on its way after all. Naturally, pictures will be posted.

So how was your weekend? Any big blue hoo hoo's?

QoTD

"I'm not upset that you lied to me. I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you." ~ Friedrich Nietsche

This quote sits quite perfectly with some things I have been thinking on and feeling as of late. I really dislike this feeling of not being sure, not having blind faith, always having that question wondering if something is being kept from me. I feel a bit paranoid, and truthfully paranoid does not look pretty on me. (truly it does not).

But how to move on...that is the pickle. Sure, open communication and asking the questions - that is an easy route. Gets straight to the issue and may very well relieve any and all concerns. But how do I open that discourse without seeming like a baffoon? An untrusting shrew? And is there anything so wrong with being untrusting when you have evidence in the past that does indeed make you the littles untrusting?

hmmm....I'll let you know how it works out....

Growing Old Together

"Let us live and move in harmony. Let us grow together. Let us cherish the wisdom that we have acquired together. Let us live in complete harmony without any misunderstanding." - Sri Sathya Sai Baba

One of the most beautiful things I saw on my trip to Disney was turning to see where my parents were behind and saw the picture of them walking together, hand in hand. My parents have never been too outwardly emotional with the love for each other or other emotions for that matter. How I got to be so outward is a bit of a mystery. (lol) It is in their older years that I see their bond in small moments and big, like when my father burst into tears at the news that my mom's tumors were benign. It makes me smile. It makes me want that for myself. I know that their relationship has not been perfect, but I want all of that too. How wonderful to grow old with someone and make a life and be a partner and love one another in every sense of the word. What a wonderful lesson my parents have taught me. Something true and string to aspire for.

A quick shout out to my Mommy too - Happy Birthday! You are my best friend and I love you. You only get better with age!

Green

"O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on" - William Shakespeare


The other night, for the first time I had a full blown jealousy 'thing'. It was an uncomfortable place for me. I typically do not consider myself to be a jealous person, but I have found, yes I am. In some ways this is a healthy thing for me. For some who know me, they understand. But I did not like this feeling. Now the occasion that brought up this demon was warranted with my attention, but I did not expect such a strong reaction. Usually I have been able to keep these things under wraps, but I let it out this time. I had to - or it would have consumed me and a pattern would have begun again. I am glad I did in the end as it opened discourse and led to better and deeper things, but still...the better and deeper could have come without the green. But such is life. Such are relationships - they are worthwhile work.

I now also understand the color choice of green when describing this most toxic of emotions. It made me want to gag. It gave me a headache and it blurred my vision making that which I was seeing and trying to see a rancid hue. I prefer purples & pinks myself and will be trying to stay with those shades.