warning: lovey-dovey-ness

Chris and I had a nice lunch today. No kids, just us grown ups. As we were sitting there waiting for our food to be served, I looked across the table at him and saw that somewhere along the way he has grown up. He's no longer the kid I married. He was wearing a nice jacket over his sweater, and his hair is peppered with gray nowadays. He was gazing off into the distance while he told me about a conversation he'd had with a collegue earlier that morning. All the sudden I got to wondering what happened to the scruffy, baggy jeaned skater I married ten years ago? Where's my cynical, take-nothing-serious rebel?

His eyes looked so blue in the light from the windows. I always lose my way if I look too deeply into those eyes. I reached across the table for his hand and said "Look at you! You're such a grown up!" He looked back at me, a bit startled but not really. He's used to random, unrelevant to the conversation things coming out of my mouth. I suddenly got teary-eyed. "I'm crying!" I giggled nervously, a bit embarressed at my sudden gush of emotions. He gave me that beautiful half-smile of his and said "You better stop it before I start."

It was a good lunch. I'm so proud of him.

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I've been wracking my brain, trying to come up with a creative, original idea for a sci-fi story. I just can't do it. What happened to my creativity? I've often heard women say they lose brain cells with every pregnancy. If that had any truth to it, I'd have to say that Petey must have got all my imagination. It just seems to be gone. I used to have an imagination, I know I did. I remember making up stories and playing for hours on end. I need to find a way to tap into the part of my brain again.

My final sci-fi project doesn't have to be a short story. it can be a webpage examining a certain piece of literature. But I felt so excited about the possibility of writing my own sci fi story. But no. My brain won't cooperate. Maybe I should do some brain storming.

For example, tonight the boys asked me to tell them a bedtime story. In attempt to try and kick start my imagination I just started talking: "Once there was a little mouse who lived in the brain of an alien. The alien would die if the mouse left his brain," That's all I could come up with. It's so weak. Zack was like "And....?" I lamely said "and they had lots of adventures together traveling through time. It's late, aren't you suppose to be asleep already?"

Ok, enough with the self-pity. We watched the season premier of Heroes tonight. It lived up to my expectations, and more. I think I'll like this season just as much as the first. I left the room when Journeyman came on. I refuse to be sucked into any new shows this season (ha, I accidentally typed "new shoes"). My favorite line from the episode has to be Hiro: I broke history! Awesome.