Anyway, back to my epic Titanic adventure. So when the title popped up on the screen I clapped silently. Then Kate Winslet was about to make her first appearance when I remembered that she wears the most gorgeous clothes in the movie. I was squirming in my seat from excitement...and there she is. She puts a gloved hand out of the car, someone grabs it, then out comes the huge hat, there's a pause, and then she looks up. I was so happy. Just lately I've been getting into gorgeous clothes from movies. I think it started with Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland; a lot of people I knew were disappointed in it so I decided to not expect too much and drool over the costumes instead. I was not disappointed on that front. Later I found out the designer was Colleen Atwood and that she also did the costumes for Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events which I remembered loving the lead girl's outfits. So back to Titanic: a young baby faced Leonardo DiCaprio, gorgeous Kate Winslet and her fabulous costumes, James Cameron squeezing money out of us...oh yeah. I cried three times; the first was when Rose jumped out of the lifeboat and she and Jack went running to find each other. I was ecstatic; you jump, I jump. Then I cried for the last ten or so minutes of the movie from when Rose bids her goodbye to Jack and lets go of his hand until the moment written and directed by James Cameron appeared on the screen. Oh, and you know that little song in the credits? The one sung by Celine Dion? I sat in my seat and sang it. Yeah. Not very loud, mind you, but still; I really started getting into it about three quarters of the way through when she really starts holding those notes out. Yourrrrrrr'eeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeeeee, there's noooooothiiiiiiing *throw arms out to either side of body* I feeeeeeeeeearrrrrrr. Then I realized that I should see if anyone was sitting behind me and laughing at me for being a huge dork. Anyway, it was a good day.

So I just ran into a post asking who you were named after which I found really interesting. I can't say I know the story of my name other than my parents couldn't decide so I have a first name and two middle names (I love that fact). Anyway, James was named after his dad and as for my little Ian...well, we just liked the name. Ian's middle name though is James' grandfather's first name. He has fond memories of his grandfather who died when James was young.

Anyway, that led me to think of all the names I had proposed for if we had a little girl. Olivia Rebekah and Bianca James were my two picks. Why? I like unique names...and there's another reason for those names. So I have always liked those two names and I was thinking it over a while ago and something hit me; I learned those names from Disney movies! I loved Disney as a kid and would watch the movies over and over. Anyway, Olivia was the little girl mouse in The Great Mouse Detective while Bianca was the pretty mouse in The Rescuers who Bernard was in love with. Dude, you don't know how many ways Disney has influenced me. As for the middle names, Rebekah sounded good with Olivia while Rachel (from Friends) listed James as a name for her baby girl (who was bequeathed with Emma). I liked the idea of a girl named James and it just fit so well with Bianca. Alas, James and I had a boy but it wouldn't have mattered because he doesn't like either of the two so pbbbbtttthhh on him. Other names I considered after James rejected my two included Elina and Cossette. I came up with Elina after mashing up Elphaba and Galinda, characters from Wicked, the most amazing show ever to hit Broadway. Cossette also has something to do with theater. I absolutely fell in love with the song On My Own from Les Miserables which was sung by Eponine, but I thought Cossette sounded really pretty.

Whoa, I got majorly distracted from my purpose. I've been working 40 plus hours at work because we're so shorthanded. I've been raking in lots of overtime too. It's killing me though. Tuesday I was sick but stayed my whole shift but Wednesday I cried when I woke up. I was tired, I had to be at work for 8 hours, I felt horrible, was losing my voice, and it was 5:15 in the morning. I don't do the whole sick thing very often though. I've worked through colds before and have never called in sick. The manager took pity on me though and sent me home at 8:30 where I spent the rest of the day on the couch shivering underneath 2 blankets. One of the girls tried to tell me I had strep; she just recovered from it and it caused her to miss 1 1/2 weeks of work. She told me the symptoms start off like the common cold. Well, how about I just have the common cold? Anyway, all day on the couch Wednesday and Thursday I went back to work though I still felt very blah. Much better than the day before though. Now I just have a runny nose and a cough that will make my head explode it hurts so bad. I'm on the upswing though. This work thing is killing me. We definitely need to hire and train up more people so I can go back to my easy existence of 39 hours and 2 days off a week. I'd like to do something other than work then come home and be tired.