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Monday, February 06, 2006
I never felt so beautiful, baby, as I do now... now that I'm with you.

Okay. After thirteen years of marriage I must admit there are times when I ask myself, "How the hell did I end up with this man?!" Of course, these times are usually at 2 a.m. when I am desperately trying to put an end the hacksaw-like snoring going on next to me by struggling to roll TGIM over to his side, which, incidentally, is no small feat as he is twice my weight and virtually impossible to wake when he's in a deep sleep. Plus, he PUSHES BACK. Of course he apologizes in the morning, but by then I've had only four hours of sleep and am in no mood to do anything but mutter darkly veiled threats of smothering a certain person in his sleep if he doesn't buy himself a box of Breathe-Right strips, like, RIGHT NOW, so help me God.

Then, inevitably, I run across something like this:

Fishing FUN

I realize now that even twelve years ago there was absolutely NO EXCUSE for the ratty, red-checked tee and unflatteringly oversized cut-off jeans ensemble I have on. None. Nada. The fact that we were roughing it out in the boondocks (AKA: the in-laws' place) is absolutely not an arguable defense for this stanky, no-makeup look, as I had full access to both a mirror AND a shower. And don't even get me started on the bangs. Seriously, BANGS?! With MY out of control with the frizzies hair?! I know this was the early 90's, but good LORD. What was I thinking?!

I tell you what, the only thing saving this outfit and pulling the look together would be the falcon feather-- which I spied as we hiked (read: snuck) through Old Man Truelock's land on our way to the Little Colorado River for a little fishing (read: poaching) expedition-- that I oohed and aahed over before sticking it fashionably through my ponytail, American Indian-style. Totally saved the look, I'm so dead serious. Well, the feather and that major hottie totally willing to stand next to me while proudly showing off our hard-earned kill. Oh my, my MY, what a fine specimen of a man... RAWR!

Seriously. What a catch (the man, not the fish, I mean duh!). Yep. Just look at him. The Lacoste tee, the fashionable yet appropriately distressed Levi's jean shorts... and the red paisley bandana expertly tied to keep the sweat from his manly brow and those unruly curls out of his face... The curls. Oh, yes. The curls. Now you know the truth.

Because sure, he had the sweet ride, the sparkling personality, the gorgeous grassy-green eyes, the hawt bod, the absolute willingness to put up with my big banged, frizzy-haired, crazy-ass self... and he even claimed (and still claims) that this was one of his most favoritest pictures of me, like, EVAH (I know, right?!), but not in those exact words because that would be weird. And kind of gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm just saying.

So, he had all these things, oh yes he DID-- which when you come right down to it made him, as I already said, quite the catch-- but truth be told, y'all? Truth be told?

TGIM had me at The Hair.

And he still does.

link | posted by Cat at 6:17 AM

Blogger WILLIAM commented:

Holy cow you guys look like teenagers in that picture.

» 2/06/2006 8:09 AM 
Blogger Circus Kelli commented:

That's so sweet, Cat... really.

And yeah, you guys totally look like you're teenagers -- YOUNG ones. You must have been like 12 in that picture...

» 2/06/2006 8:36 AM 
Blogger mrtl commented:

I didn't think you could look any younger, Cat. You're both cheek-squeezingly adorable!

» 2/06/2006 9:57 AM 
Blogger Greenthumb commented:

Babies! You were babies!

I'm no one to talk, I still don't look my age, but it was even worse in the early 90's.

the hair? ya, that hair would of done me in too. You don't have to share that with him though.

» 2/06/2006 10:17 AM 
Blogger Cat commented:

I will have you all know that we were both fully twenty-two!

And Greenie? TGIM would be totally flattered, I tell you what! He's vain, that one...

Okay, I am absolutely kidding about the vain thing. But not the "totally flattered" part!

» 2/06/2006 10:25 AM 
Blogger Ern commented:

Cat, chica, you JUST quoted JESSICA SIMPSON. Are you proud of that? (Am I proud of knowing that?)

Also, are you sure it was a falcon feather? It kind looks like an owl feather to me. But you held it and stuck it in your hair, so if you say so, I'll believe you.

» 2/06/2006 11:01 AM 
Blogger Cat commented:

You see, Ern, my readership isn't supposed to KNOW that I was quoting Jessica Simpson. So, yeah, THANKS for that. But I actually really do like that song. I DO! I don't care! Shut up! Stop mocking! I DON'T CARE!

I don't care.

And yes, I see now that it was more than likely a common-variety barn owl feather I was sporting, but "falcon feather" sounds way cooler, what with the alliteration and all, and it was, like, 12 years ago, so it's all very hazy, anyway, and I sure thought it was a falcon feather, but still... probably just a boring old owl feather. So, again with the "THANKS for that."

And HEH.

» 2/06/2006 12:10 PM 
Blogger Amy commented:

I don't blame you one little bit for falling for him. He is totally cute. Like, 'can'tbelieveheistalkingtome

» 2/06/2006 12:15 PM 
Blogger Amy commented:

And even with your bangs and oversized shorts, you are totally,

So there.

» 2/06/2006 12:16 PM 
Anonymous Anonymous commented:

Dang. I should have read this before cutting the hair today. Could be trouble at 3:30. The feather once belonged to a proud red-tailed hawk.


» 2/06/2006 12:18 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Oooooh! Anonymous? (AKA: TGIM?) You better be freaking JOKING, and I mean it!

No touchy the hair! GAH!

» 2/06/2006 12:24 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Oh, Amy, stop... I'm blushing...

» 2/06/2006 12:25 PM 
Blogger Ern commented:

Ya know, *i kind of like that song too* but *shhhhhh*

And you know me, I think all feathers are cool! I have a pigeon feather on my desk that I am quite fond of, so owl, redtail, falcon, it's all good.

Oh, and I bet TGYM is cute with or without the curls. :)

» 2/06/2006 2:00 PM 
Blogger not-so-normal mom commented:

Darling! It's so cute that you guys are still so hawt for each other. BTW, sometimes, when my guy is snoring, and I just can't fall asleep...I secretly pinch his nose and it startles him awake. I quickly flip over and fall asleep before he starts to snore again. (Just a little tip):-)

» 2/06/2006 6:13 PM 
Blogger JD's Rose commented:

Ok, you people have breath-right strips to stop snoring? I need to get some shipped over!

I think you two look cute!

» 2/07/2006 7:03 AM 
Anonymous kalki commented:

TGYM definitely rocks the curls. To that I can attest...

And I frickin' LOVE this photo. LOVE it.

» 2/07/2006 9:44 AM 

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