sappy

I watched 50 First Dates tonight and I have to admit (though it is with some embarrassment) that I like chick/date flicks. (*note; this entry is in no way a derogatory assessment against the real women in my life who I have the highest regard and admiration for...after all they have to put up with men!!!) I particularly prefer the romantic comedy type (you can keep Terms of Endearment). Don't get me wrong I can watch the hell outa a guy flick, gimme a car chase or explosion any day of the week...hell ya dude!!! lol... But if ya wanna see the real me...pop in a Drew Barrymore or Julia Roberts comedy with a happy ending and I'm a sap. Here is a list (in no particular order) of some of my favorites;

50 First Dates
You’ve Got Mail
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
When Harry Met Sally
Notting Hill
Sleepless in Seattle
There’s Something About Mary
The Holiday
The Princess Bride
Sweet Home Alabama
Never Been Kissed
The Wedding Date
Serendipity
What’s up Doc
While you were Sleeping
It Could Happen to You
Shakespeare in Love
Ever After
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
Pretty Woman
Doc Hollywood

What does all this say about me?? Well first and foremost I'm a big wimpy ass girl!  Watery eyes, heaving chest, shit eating happy grin woman! What can I say? But it also tells me that I have hope! I have hope that there is some lucky son of a bitch out there for me. That after almost 40 years of dating there is still hope that I'm going to head down the same path with some other guy that happens to be heading the same way as me. I trust this is so! I hope that we can support and respect and encourage and be honest with each other. I hope that we can laugh at each other and with each other. I hope that we can talk about my dreams and his dreams and our dreams. I hope we can help others whenever and wherever we get the chance. I hope we can fuck like bunnies and sleep late on Sundays and cook for our friends every week. I hope we can grow old together. I hope that we can celebrate life together. It's a lot of hope I know,  but WTF I'm a big wimpy girl...lol!

waking up slowly

Sometimes when I get up in a hurry I'm a little disoriented, like I don't know what day it is, or what I need to do first. And then there are times when I lay in bed for a few and sorta gather in the clues to my existence. It's kinda like when I was using and woke up from a black-out except there are no drugs or booze. And that's how my life is sometimes, like I woke up too fast and got disoriented. What I've learned is that in those moments if I just take a few and kinda put the clues together I do a lot better.