Little Puppy, Big Puppy

Oh my goodness! Almost a month since my last blog. So I'm offically not manic anymore. And I'm finally not psychotic. That's so sad to say and sad to admit. I went into a psychosis filled with mania, delusions, paranoia and lots of other great stuff. I've been taking continuing ed art classes at a lovely place that seems to be well known in the city Cooper Union in the Village. It's been good. My drawing is really developing. It was my weakest ability and I'm steadily improving. I'll be taking classes until the end of April. We copy the masters a lot and we draw models. When I came in a little late one day and saw a naked lady just standing there trying to be cute, I tried not to gasp aloud. I really did. I'm not sure what sound came out. But I think my class knew I was a naked model virgin. Maybe not. Most likely all the shock was in my brain and was never expressed out loud. Anyway, it's been interesting. And I must like it because I schlep myself all the way across and all the way down this island on very cold Saturday mornings to participate. Granted, I stroll in late because med induced laziness makes it very hard to rise before 10 am. But I make it just in time to create some cool stuff. See the latest cool stuff above. Valentine's Day was nice. My mom was in town and she cooked Shane and I this really great meal. He bought my favorite seafoods and we all enjoyed a lovely evening. I had to splurge on a healthy sized box of Godiva chocolates for us so it really was a nice Valentines. With all the drama of December and lots of petty arguements between my husband and I for what seems like forever, it was really nice to have a nice Valentines. Oh yea, flowers, too! A pot of mums and a bunch of roses. He's a good guy. I watched Tyler Perry's Daddy's Little Girls (I don't care who thinks he's cheesy, I let Shane know that that's the one man I'd pack up and leave him for. I even described the scenario...."Hey, Fran, come live in my ATL mansion with me forever and ever," says Tyler. "Okay, Amelia needs a swing set and and indoor pool, cool?", says me. "Cool, my copter will be on your rooftop to take you to my jet in 25, be packed by then." "Sure thing! Bye, Shane! Much love."
I'm so terrible. We had a good laugh about it though. I came up with a few scenarios.) Anyway, I digress. That movie was really interesting to me because although I'm not some big time ATL attorney I felt like I could relate to the storyline. Boy meets girl, but girl and boy from different backgrounds and all sorts of deterrants ("umm, u got kids?! What's that mean, baby mama drama?!!!!", but fall in love anyway. twas sweet. And critics still don't seem to get the appeal of this man and his movies. They are so Atlanta, I love them. I almost feel like you won't get it unless you one: have faith two: understand the south. three: understand or at least can relate to regular not so bougie black folk. And I think I love them because they make me feel like I'm a part of a larger community even though I've always felt like an outsider. They say his audience is mostly Black American women who go to church. That's not a huge audience, but its most definitely a niche not regularly marketed to, much less have movies made about. So yes, I love Tyler cuz he loves me, even if its in the broader sense. Anyway, I feel I digressed again. It's hard because Amelia wants at this keyboard SO badly. Tantrums since I started this blog? 3. Along with progressive whining and two feedings. That's what it takes to spit out one blog entry. Okay, finishing. I think we're at the last tantrum, I think I'll just stop. Me typing is just too tantalizing. I wish I could get this girl a computer. That's all she wants. okay amelia!!! I'm coming!!!!! dear god.