Well, this past weekend was chock-full of all sorts of good things. And not really just good things. The kind of GOOD THINGS that need to be written in all-caps and that make your knees wobble just a little bit. And I’m going to ignore the fact that all three of my kids are home and we are getting scolded up the wazoo because my stepmom is in holy-shit-I’m-making-a-party-for-100-people-on-thursday mode and it’s been really hard for Isabella to not touch the Christmas decorations aplenty and I kind of don’t blame her because, hey, shiny things! and we’ll ignore the fact that I have some sort of plague again and I’m googling a whole lot of crap that I didn’t ever think I’d be googling (against my better judgment. need to stop googling symptoms because I know that I don’t have ulcerative colitis thankyouverymuch)(also, why is judgment spelled without an e. WHY? it’s against my better, erm, judgment) and that I still have last minute shopping to do but I really don’t feel like putting pants on today and you think anyone’ll notice if I head to the mall in my snowflake flannel pj bottoms? AND the Packers had a stupid, stupid loss.
but, I digress. Back to the good things.
Firstly, which, by far, is THE ONE that’s sticking with me. And will probably stick with me for the rest of my life. Even today, I cannot stop smiling about it. You guys, on Sunday morning, ANISSA greeted me with “THE Alimartell” (the nickname she bestowed upon me and a badge which I wear with honor). It was very slow and very quiet, but it was there. Clear as day. My friend is talking. TALKING. and REMEMBERING. I have been somewhat hesitant to tell people that yes, I have been seeing Miss Anissa on a regular basis, because, well, this is not about ME. It’s not my story to tell, but I would give that lady the world, and I am so blessed to be able to see her, touch her, help her apply her hand cream so her dry hands are less dry and nice smelling (and, you know, getting to sample some…because, hello, Bath and Body Works! Girl’s got good taste) and dance like a complete moron to the Glee soundtrack for her. (Some might call it fate that the Mayhew and the Martell families somehow ended up relocating to the ATL this summer). But, people have been wondering where I have been spending my days and have been wondering if I was THE Ali that Pete was talking about in his post this week. So, yes, I have been seeing her. and yes, I am THE Alimartell. And YES, Anissa is magic. And YES, she has admitted to Pete that my dancing is crappy, but she’d like to see more of it. Although I’m sure she’s only saying that so she can save that little nuggetÂ in her back pocket for poking fun of me and maybe, possibly firing me from Aiming Low. Sooner, rather than later, I suspect.
I guess I’ll just keep my rendition of Defying Gravity to myself for now. We don’t need her mocking my lack of singing ability too.
Secondly, I went on a Daddy-daughter date with my dad to see Avatar in 3D. I wish I had the words. Actually, I do, but they involve the baby Jesus and I really hope that none of y’all are offended by this
I have been hearing reviews swirling around about unoriginal ideas and it being too Dances with Wolves and too Pocahantas and too hokey and too serious…and I don’t really know about that because seeing Sigourney Weaver run made me laugh like a damn fool. But, really, I am kind of a geekslashnerd at heart I seriously sat at the edge of my seat with those stupid 3d glasses covering my other glasses with my jaw on the floor. AND if you know anything about me, I am kind of hard on movies that are supposed to be BLOCKBUSTERS. Don’t hate me…but, Lord of the Rings? while very pretty to look at, epic even, I was bored to tears throughout the whole thing…except, you know, when Samwise Gamgee was talking, because all I could think was about how puffy Sean Astin had gotten since his Rudy days.
but AVATAR? mindblowing for me. It didn’t matter at all to me that the storyline was predictable. It didn’t matter to me that people are calling it “anti-war” and “pro-feminist” or too “pro-environmental.” It didn’t matter to me that they were looking for something called “unobtanium” and that we were supposed to buy Giovanni Ribisi in the role he played (because, I mean, really? Phoebe’s brother? REALLY?) and, you know, there was the Sigourney Waver running thing I already mentioned. It didn’t matter. The film had me at hello. I have not enjoyed blue people since the Smurfs and when Tobias Funke BLUE himself.
Thirdly, my work situation is going to be picking up after the holidays. I had alluded to something on twitter about unemployment being shittastic. (Don’t you just hate it when people are all fucking vague on twitter?) And yes, it was about me, but it wasn’t 100% true. I am not unemployed per se…there was just so slllllllooooowness happening. And when I say slow, I really mean that it halted to a complete stop, which really meant that I had to put the kibosh on all my house hunting, which, if you know anything about me, house hunting is right up there with cookie dough and Cameron Mathison for me. I live on realtor.com and mls. LIVE. BUT, it is going to be picking up, so I will once again be scouring the internet for THE PERFECT HOUSE. and I will be able to afford to get waxed again, so, really, everyone’s happy.
And lastly, my husband is home, which means I can stop existing on nothing but Ramen noodles and cereal. AND all of my lightbulbs are fixed so now I am no longer getting dressed in the dark.
That is, when I get dressed at all…