Bed. Bed. I Couldn't Go To Bed.

I sing the My Fair Lady song about bedtime almost every night - even when nothing overly romantic has happened. Not that it was a bad Saturday night. I forgave FrontRunner, though I didn't confess to being half-asleep on the couch with two munchkins when he called last night until well after he'd bought movie tickets to the show I wanted to see. FrontRunner is sweet. I still have all the concerns I've ever had - and since he wouldn't go to my friends party with me tonight, I've added one - but he is very, very sweet and decent and honest and interested - so I'm just letting it flow on around me.

We went to see Prince Caspian. Fabulous movie. I'm so impressed by Walden & Disney. They left the religious symbolism and teachings without making a "Christian" movie. It's so beautiful. I cried buckets. Yep. A 4 tear movie for me. I also left nail marks in FrontRunner's arm - I was quite afraid for all my little Narnia friends. I'm such a kid sometimes. Anyway - as a contrast to Speed Racer wherein after 1 hour, I wanted to chew my arm off so that the paramedics would take me to freedom - at the end of 2 1/2 hours of Narnia, fresh tears fell because I just didn't want it to end.

Part of me admits that it had to do with seeing England again. I think my DNA really misses the motherland. Just seeing streets I've walked made me a bit giddy. The "way out" sign on the underground sent in rushes of homesickness so powerful I felt nauseous. I just love that country. I spent the whole movie wishing I would walk out and see a Piccadilly Whip ice cream truck parked out front - that I'd be back there with the smell of books on every street corner and history steeped to a perfect savor. Every scene of Kings and Queens made me miss the Royal Mews where my imagination seemed to hear the Queen's footsteps as she called for a horse. I make FrontRunner nervous when I wax poetic about my love of London. I think he's figured out that I'm not sure who I want to win in this play for my true affections.

In other romantic news, I am now officially hiding from one of the Quarreling Quad of ex-men out there. 4-H guy and I only went out once but he told my friend that I was "the best gift she's ever given" him. Oh blech. If that's true, then I want to know what kind of rotten childhood he had. Nothing but porridge on birthdays and beatings on Christmas? Anyway - the guy has failed to call or email me since the date. So, while I'm impressed that I can be so good in such a very long distance relationship - consider me officially grossed out. I can truly say that I have learned to understand some of what guys go through. I mean - seriously - since when did his fantasy have any effect on my feelings? Thus, I remain in hiding. Lucky for me, our relationship has yet to need any direct input from me. I'm sure we'll be happily married with 4 kids next I hear from my friend.

I need to remember that all my family blogs now. Probably a good thing for me to have some social awareness. I've loved that this site was just for me to whine and think and whine some more - but some social self-editing will do me good. At least make my friends less scared of me. I'm so much more pleasant and happy than I seem in these words. Even my longing for England is more about expressing joie de vie (French for I can't spell in French.)...