Sleeping Beauty and I have many things in common. First we have multiple names. The name her parents gave her was Aurora, like the dawn. Then the God-Fairies gave her another name Brier Rose, who shortened it to Rose and lastly she was the Sleeping Beauty. I too have many names, mostly because my mother got her way in naming me. I have four names I go by depending on who is asking. I was fine with my name (when I only had one) until the nun in 8th Grade decided everyone would go by their “Christian” names. Thus using the whole name my parents gave me. When I went into the working world because, although my preferred first name seemed simple enough I had people who thought my name was Janet. Which of course isn’t any of my four names. So does that make it five now?
Like Aurora, I also do not sew. Seriously, if she knew anything about sewing she would not have pricked her finger on the sharp, pointy, shiny, needle, Duh! Then there is that whole I was born in the big city only to move out of town to the bordering countryside. I like pink…she seem to also, no matter how many times Meriweather changed her dress color to blue.
Rose liked animals…I’ve got dogs. Rose liked to sing, I like to sing…in the car.
But most important Rose fell asleep for the longest time and had one hell of a nap, which I’ve been having all weekend. There have been small moments of the state of being awake but for the most part I’ve been in Slumberland. I do not need a prince to wake me up though…I have two very pushy dogs to wake me up when it’s time for a walk or yummy time. Being slobbered on by one of my dogs is pretty much the same as being kissed by a Prince who was all sweaty from working his way to the castle and then slaying the dragon. HE HE HE. Sorry I found that the funniest thing in that movie. I’m sure the meant it to be literal because it’s a kids movie.
I’ve been up for like 15 minutes now…time to go back to bed :)zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
p.s. Last night I went out and was wearing my “God Hates Shrimp” t-shirt. This little old lady of about 80 stopped me, looked at my shirt, laughed heartily and said “good one”. Yeah she got it, lol.
The View Through My Cracked Window 