S.A.D., V.D., or just another d.

Whether you’re celebrating with a loved one, friends, yourself, or could care less what day it is, I hope yours is turning out to be a great 14th of February.

Card graphic is courtesy of Lush and my favorite of the four V-Day cards featured on their website.  If I had more time, I would’ve personalized it to fit a nickname of mine.  Instead, here it is unedited:

Happy …Day!

Because she still loves me and I love her

While watching “Twilight”, Nooney was busy trying not to quote the dialogue of her 12th viewing line-by-line.  Yes, that was a one followed by a two, 12.  She is also a notorious talker/spoiler of movies.  It usually begins with her saying something that happens a few minutes later in the film, like telling the future of the film, including: quoting a character before he/she/it ever says the line (pre-quoting, maybe?), telling us to “watch ’cause something’s really important is about to happen (it could actually be 30 minutes later when it does), or even leaking a surprise plot twist; she’s an equal opportunity movie-ruiner.  Normally I have no clue what she’s talking about, since whatever was said doesn’t make sense until it starts to vaguely resemble what is happening on screen.  By that time it’s already too late.  To avoid all of the possibilites listed above, she was put on “mute” for the next 120 minutes before I ever “play”.  Yeah, I’m that person, the one who puts on subtitles even when alone just in case I don’t hear something clearly.

Perhaps to keep herself focused on something other than her urge to quote every-single-line, she busied herself with drawing names and coloring.

After the movie she handed me two sheets of paper:

Then she asked, “Juicy, are you gonna put these on your computer?”

Knowing that she was asking me to put them on the site, I said, “Yes, Nooney.  I will scan and post them later.”

“Okay, cool!!”  She smiled and skipped away.

Ah, eleven-year-olds.

Because she loves me…

“Juicy, how do you spell ‘juicy’?”

“Nooney, you know how…”

“Is it c-e-y or i-c-y?”

“I-C-Y.”

She says, “oh, okay”, and continues drawing out my nickname in pen.

It takes her at least 10 minutes to find the perfect personalized palette for her design.  She goes through the entire box of crayons, asking me which ones I like before ever making a mark, and she only uses the ones I approve.

Man, I love that kid.