First, it's Good Friday, y'all. Hope you're having a nice day wherever you are. Sweet & I had this conversation the other night.

Me: Since you're off tomorrow (the Market is closed) how about joining me for lunch?

Sweet: I can't eat meat. It's Good Friday.

Me: If you're going to be all Catholic about it, you shouldn't eat anything at all on Good Friday.

Sweet: No, you shouldn't eat meat.

Me: That's on all Fridays in Lent. On GOOD Friday, you fast.

S: Really? Well, then we should fast.

Me: "We" aren't doing anything of the kind. If you're going to fast tomorrow, do you want to come and watch me eat lunch?

S: Are you sure about that? (fasting)

Me: Yes. Why shouldn't you believe me? After all, I'm not the Catholic in this marriage. You are. (grin) You Confirmed you, anyway? The guy down at Woolworth's?

S: St. Rose of Lima did. (a parish in Miami)

Me: St. Rose?

S: Yeah. That's where we were.

Me: You'd moved away by then.

S: No, we didn't. I was still at St. Rose.

Me: At 13?

S: Huh? No. I was a little kid.

Me: (realization dawning) You got Confirmed at 13. Remember? A Bishop would have been involved. You got your First Communion at St. Rose when you were 8.

S: Really?

Me: Yes, dear.

S: Oh. You sure?

Me: Yes! So. Are you going to watch me eat lunch tomorrow or what?

S: Tomorrow? Why can't I eat lunch, too?

Me: (ready to bang my head into the kitchen wall) Because you said you wanted to observe dietary restrictions!

S: I just don't want to eat meat.

Me: Then don't! (throw hands up into air) Do what you like. It's never bothered you before, but if it helps you now - go right ahead. Become a vegetarian. Just don't expect me to do the same.

S: I don't want to be a vegetarian. I just don't think we should eat meat tomorrow.

Me: Then don't watch, because I intend to rip my teeth into a nice chicken sandwich.

S: Sounds good. Do they have grouper, too?

Me: I thought... (shake head quickly, then smile & shrug) I don't think so.

I got a little dizzy even trying to remember how that all happened. As it turned out, he IM'ed with his Uncle Donald and asked him about it. *whatever*

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Shang. Pheobus. Sexy cartoon men. Hm. I've been trying to think of what cartoon guy is sexiest to me and, truthfully, I've been drawing a blank (no pun intended). Thinking back, the most romantic hero from Disney is Tramp. That scene when they're both slurping up the same strand of spaghetti and then inadvertently kiss... then he noses over the meatball to Lady... such are the things a little girl's dreams are made of.

But he's a dog. (What a dog! He's a tramp... but I love him! Has a new girl... every day...)

I find myself partial to the Aladdin/ Prince Eric mold of hero (even though Eric's an idiot and Aladdin's blatantly modeled on Tom Cruise who, though incredibly cute especially when he smiles, doesn't haunt my dreams). I also like the Prince in Sleeping Beauty (I... know... you... I walked with you once... upon... a dream....) and he does get to fight the dragon. That's a plus. And I've always been partial to Medieval art.

Otherwise, I find myself drawn more (that pun again!) to comic book heroes. Batman/ Bruce Wayne, Robin/ Tim Drake, Nightwing/ Dick Grayson are all worthy of a few lingering glances. But then, so is Flash (love the red hair) and even Martian Manhunter (I guess I love guys with dark introspective thoughts).

So, what's most attractive to me? Layers. A man with layers. There has to be more to him than first easily meets the eye. Dark hair, good shoulders, great smile and a sense of humor. The rest is all icing, and just like too much icing makes a cake look beautiful, it can also both outweigh the critical nature of the cake itself as well as deliver a huge sugar rush to the head. I guess Disney doesn't tend to make heroes too complicated, do they.
posted by SPowers at 11:07 AM | Remember It!

No, no, no. FLORIDA is FLAT. FLAT. It does not get flatter than Florida. Anything else - ANYTHING else - is a hill. If it goes up and then down again, it's a hill. Where did Tex live? On the other side of The Hill. (Okay, he also lived on the other side of the McDonald's which is a pretty good location, you know?) But that means that even Texans recognize that they live on hills. Deal with it, Pink Girl!

Love the pix, btw. And copies of the film will be made available. Have you sent in your money order yet to reserve your copy?

Seriously - my butt hurts. I strained it. I blame Deb. Before anyone says I'm merely whining... know this. I do NOT complain about pain. I have a HIGH tolerance for pain - honest, I do. My mother once told my brother that - completely unprompted by anyone, so I believe her. But this... this 'pulled butt' almost made me weep coming up the stairs. But - I did it. (Obviously, considering my PC is also upstairs.) It's also kind of humiliating. I sprained my butt.

Eh. It'll heal. I'll be doing a moderate workout on Thursday and back to my step-aerobicizing self on Saturday. Course, that'll probably kill me, too. But it'll be a 'good kill.' (snicker)

Hey - anyone. What does it mean to have a red aura? Is that bad? Should I see someone about it? I'm worried.
posted by SPowers at 11:12 PM | Remember It!

Damn - but I'm tired. Damn - but I'm sore. Damn - but I'm married.

And now that that's cleared up... how about some personals?

Personal to Pennsylvanians Everywhere: Florida is flat. I defy you to show me a flatter state in the union. Those were hills, I tell you! HILLS!!

Personal to the Briefly Engaged: I still think you should write that fanfic. Only you could do it justice.

Personal to the Mostest Hostest: Any word on those pictures yet? I know... it's only Monday... but still. Sweet wants to know, too. *gg*

Personal to Legs: Doesn't that hurt when they split like that? It looks so... OUCH-y!

Personal to Miss Kitty: I've never met anyone who could make me even remotely consider it, but baby - you're too cool for words.

Personal to Wrong-Way: I forgot to ask, but I've been meaning to ask how you pronounce your last name. Another time, perhaps.

Personal to TMI Mama: Again, I'm so glad I don't have kids. Thanks for providing me with yet another reason. *L*

Personal to PhD in Training: Thank you. How's about me & you & anyone else going to see 'The Mummy Returns'? ...mmmm.... Brendan Fraser.... (drool)...

Personal to Ms. (soon to be Mrs.) Thoughtful & Considerate: Just you wait! Your turn will come!

Personal to Sweet: I love you. If only I wasn't so sore...

Personal to Moms: I'm thinking of you on this uggy day. It's almost over... it's almost over...

Personal to Moo-Wolf (or did I name you something else already?): Howl, baby, yeah! Minnie-Moo enjoyed seeing her cousin on tape.

Personal to Soul Mate: I think the totem might be working. Of course, it didn't prevent Moms from trying to kill me Saturday morning.

Sorry so long, but this is what happens when you don't blog over the weekend!
posted by SPowers at 1:36 PM | Remember It!