I’m still not feeling good from my hysterectomy surgery.  I’m pretty much stuck in my bedroom, feeling mega crappy.  I’m not going to bore you all with the details, so instead let us have some fun and laughs, because I need to.

Today is my wedding anniversary.  A few years ago we eloped after being engaged a day.  It was fun and crazy and totally something I’d do, as I am not the traditional type of woman.  We did this during my midterm break from my last semester of college, and had our honeymoon about ten months later, which I wrote about here last year. 

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/05/27/my-honeymoon-last-year/

We celebrated last night by having a bowl of ice cream together, lol, and it was so good.  Since I just had surgery AND I am losing my job here in Michigan in the fall, I said no gifts, no cards.  Still, someones husband took back all the pop cans from the trunk of my car (That in itself was a gift alone, I hate returnables with a passion and let them pile up) and got me these roses, which were very appreciated.  I got a lovely card as well, and my momma send us some $ to go out to dinner in a few weeks, which was great, because I am going to miss eating steak dinners very very much.  It has been nice being middle class these past three years.    So much better than growing up ghetto.  Anyhoo, since I don’t have a gift for him, I thought that I could make him and all of you laugh with the funniest picture I own.

This is our pretend daughter, Imelda, who was created at the Detroit Science Museum in one of those photo booth things.  If you could see the rest of the picture with the two of us in it as well you’d really hoot.  It is hysterical.  But since hubby has a no photo rule, no dice people.  I have no idea why our child who will never be born nowis this ugly, lol, because hubby’s kids are movie star gorgeous.  But, somehow, this photo booth picked the worst looking child possible for us. 

I am watching An Officer and a Gentlemanright now on tv.  My god, how I love a man (really any man) in Navy whites.  One of my childhood BFF’s was in the Navy for years and I have a collection of pictures of me with many random Navy men, lol.  Thank you B.  Yes, I am crazy like that.  You should see me and my police officers photo collection as well.  It would take me an entire day to scan and edit all those photos, but maybe I’ll do it someday.  There really is something about a man in uniform that drives me wild.  Ah ladies, are you with me on this being one of the best movie lines ever:  Way to go, Paula! Way to go!   I can’t get enough of Mayo carrying Paula out of that crappy plant and all those Puget Debs clapping their hands and cheering because she caught her man.  I have actual chills as I think about it right now.  Hubby, perhaps my last day of work you can stop by, looking all cute and spiffy, lift my fat ass in the air off of my cubicle chair, and sweep me out of there ala Richard Gere in An a Officer and a Gentleman.  That movie was so my idea of romance back in the 1980s.  Who am I kidding?  It still is today.  Watch and learn fellas, watch and learn. 

 

Did you know John Travolta, Jeff Bridges and John Denver both turned down the lead role of this movie?  Thank god, right?  I loved Travolta in the day but I can’t see anyone else in this film but Richard Gere.  Brooke Shields and Kristy McNichol also turned down Debra Wingers part.  Whew!  I was on IMDB and read this about what the director told Debra Winger when she auditioned and laughed my butt off: “There may be somebody else for this part. I need somebody fuckable. You’re not fuckable enough.”  Please, Debra Winger has so much charm on screen it scares me.  I find her fantastic as an actress and beautiful by any eras standards.  Look at her here, when woman looked natural and real:

Remember her riding the bull in Urban Cowboy?  There is a reason why you see a picture of me riding the bull in my blog, just glance near the right side, mid way down under life is an adventure for a peak.  Because to me, being fabulous, free and normal looking is more beautiful than anything else.  I’m not the only writer who adores here.  Just read Augusten Burroughs blob (Not a typo) about her.  Just another reason why I adore him.

 http://www.augusten.com/site/debra-winger

Well, I’m off to lay down, feel dizzy, read my new Chelsea Handler book that my friend Writebrite sent to me and eventually dream about hot men in uniform.  Hope you all enjoyed this post and it put a little smile on your face.  Hubby, I love you, Happy Anniversary, and thanks for taking care of both me and our sick little guy this week.  Your plate has been full and I appreciate it.  I’m sorry I’m still so sick and that I can’t even shower for you today since we are on a boil water alert, lol.  I think open wounds and unclean water wouldn’t make me feel any better. 

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