THE BUCKET LIST is everything you expect, and then some. One of the best movies we've seen all year.
DADDY DAY CAMP cutsey flick, made me LOL 3x.
P.S. I LOVE YOU was also a great movie. HIGHLY recommended! I'm even gonna read the book.
JUNO good. But you knew that already. Somewhat unrealistic. The main character is waaaay more mature than ANY teen I know, which kind of makes it unrealistic.
DAN IN REAL LIFE surprised me. I thought it was gonna be stupid, it was actually a great story. Kind of edging on one of those 'groundhog day - esque' in that the mail character kind of gets kicked in the head repeatedly (which annoys me) ... but overall, good.
CHARLIE WILSON'S WAR is an ABSOLUTE MUST SEE.
NEARING GRACE - I've always loved David Morse ... his broken leg has finally healed (lol) ... This is one of those movies that completely 100% takes you out of yourself, in into their lives. I loved it.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
braless boob bouncing arm flailing crazy woman
I was having a good, lazy day. Never even bothered to put shoes or a bra on yesterday. I hate bras. Minding my own business. I went outside to smoke. One of our cats came out when I did.
As I sit down & light up, a pair of birds start chirping. Flying around together - bouncing around inside the branches of our lilac bush. Together, they're playing. Play-boxing, flirting, playing tag ... I don't know. They're practically on top of each other, making lots of noise, obviously having an awesome time on the first day of summer.
But I've seen this before. I know what happens next.
The pair of birds lands in the road at the end of our driveway. My cat that came outside with me is crouching now - in attack mode. I yell at the cat - she ignores me - as I knew she would, so I go running down the driveway. I MUST reach the happy birds before the cat does. Barefoot & braless, I'm running, flailing my arms, yelling at the birds: "go-on! - git! - get out of here!" She didn't pounce in time. I scared the shit out of the pair of birds. They flew off screaming obscenities at me in Spanish. I smile, knowing I have saved the birds from a truly painful death, I pivot to lecture the cat & head back to my cigarette. It was then that I saw our mailman, staring, jaw dropped. So naturally, I see the hilarity of it all & I start laughing ... which I'm sure added to his curiosity about my level of sanity - & whether or not he'd be safe walking up our driveway to deliver the mail.
Dor's outside now. I tell her the story - through my bursts of uncontrolled giggling - my head shaking back & forth - "I don't know if he's going to deliver the mail today." I tell her. We're sitting together now, smoking, as he slowly, cautiously walks up the driveway. He reaches us, hands Dor the mail (even though I had my hand out). He looks scared. Dor says to him: "She's not really a crazy person, she just plays one on TV." And we all shared a good laugh.
As I sit down & light up, a pair of birds start chirping. Flying around together - bouncing around inside the branches of our lilac bush. Together, they're playing. Play-boxing, flirting, playing tag ... I don't know. They're practically on top of each other, making lots of noise, obviously having an awesome time on the first day of summer.
But I've seen this before. I know what happens next.
The pair of birds lands in the road at the end of our driveway. My cat that came outside with me is crouching now - in attack mode. I yell at the cat - she ignores me - as I knew she would, so I go running down the driveway. I MUST reach the happy birds before the cat does. Barefoot & braless, I'm running, flailing my arms, yelling at the birds: "go-on! - git! - get out of here!" She didn't pounce in time. I scared the shit out of the pair of birds. They flew off screaming obscenities at me in Spanish. I smile, knowing I have saved the birds from a truly painful death, I pivot to lecture the cat & head back to my cigarette. It was then that I saw our mailman, staring, jaw dropped. So naturally, I see the hilarity of it all & I start laughing ... which I'm sure added to his curiosity about my level of sanity - & whether or not he'd be safe walking up our driveway to deliver the mail.
Dor's outside now. I tell her the story - through my bursts of uncontrolled giggling - my head shaking back & forth - "I don't know if he's going to deliver the mail today." I tell her. We're sitting together now, smoking, as he slowly, cautiously walks up the driveway. He reaches us, hands Dor the mail (even though I had my hand out). He looks scared. Dor says to him: "She's not really a crazy person, she just plays one on TV." And we all shared a good laugh.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Last 2 weekends ... home movies
My Weekend
It started with a phone call.
"Hi, Barbra? ... you don't know me, but I'm your cousin!"
How cool is THAT?!
It's one of those things - you can never know how it feels, unless it's happened to you. Tingles all over!
We started with e-mails. Then we planned to meet. Then we had to cancel. Then we planned to meet again. And we had to cancel again.
Being persistent runs in the family, so we planned to meet again. This time everyone made it. It's always nerve-wracking, meeting new people, but I felt pretty comfortable with them. They're very down-to-earth ... and they made me laugh. I'm looking fowrawd to our next get-together. We're gonna bring the kids to Hoffman's Playland! It's strange to think, we were probably there at the same time as kids, but we didn't know it.. And now, we get to bring our kids there together. Hoffman's rocks. I'd like to open one here. :-)
Then today I went to my nieces softball game.
Everyone was dripping with sweat. 90 freakin degrees holy shit kind of hot. Wow.
My niece rocks! She's a softball natural!
Had to stop for gas on my way back home. The sign said 'please prepay' so I headed in. Dude at the gas pump called my name. I turn. I don't recognise him at all. My mind starts stumbling through the memories that are not purple hazed over - nope - still no clue. So I say: "Who are you?" He says "Eric Hough". Holy shit! I say. OMG we haven't seen each other since high school. He said he was gettin by ok, I said the same. We both said "it was good to see you". and a couple of other pleasantries ... it really was good to see him.
This kind of thing just doesn't happen to me a lot -- mostly because I moved away from my hometown 20 years ago -- but it was really cool.
It started with a phone call.
"Hi, Barbra? ... you don't know me, but I'm your cousin!"
How cool is THAT?!
It's one of those things - you can never know how it feels, unless it's happened to you. Tingles all over!
We started with e-mails. Then we planned to meet. Then we had to cancel. Then we planned to meet again. And we had to cancel again.
Being persistent runs in the family, so we planned to meet again. This time everyone made it. It's always nerve-wracking, meeting new people, but I felt pretty comfortable with them. They're very down-to-earth ... and they made me laugh. I'm looking fowrawd to our next get-together. We're gonna bring the kids to Hoffman's Playland! It's strange to think, we were probably there at the same time as kids, but we didn't know it.. And now, we get to bring our kids there together. Hoffman's rocks. I'd like to open one here. :-)
Then today I went to my nieces softball game.
Everyone was dripping with sweat. 90 freakin degrees holy shit kind of hot. Wow.
My niece rocks! She's a softball natural!
Had to stop for gas on my way back home. The sign said 'please prepay' so I headed in. Dude at the gas pump called my name. I turn. I don't recognise him at all. My mind starts stumbling through the memories that are not purple hazed over - nope - still no clue. So I say: "Who are you?" He says "Eric Hough". Holy shit! I say. OMG we haven't seen each other since high school. He said he was gettin by ok, I said the same. We both said "it was good to see you". and a couple of other pleasantries ... it really was good to see him.
This kind of thing just doesn't happen to me a lot -- mostly because I moved away from my hometown 20 years ago -- but it was really cool.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Daddy Longlegs
A father watched his young daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he reflected on how sweet and pure his little girl was. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought about her seeing the wonders. Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went over to her to see what work of God had captured her attention.He noticed she was looking at two spiders mating.'Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?' she asked.'They're mating,' her father replied.'What do you call the spider on top?' she asked.'That's a Daddy Longlegs,' her father answered. 'So, the other one is a Mommy Longlegs?' the little girl asked. As his heart soared with the joy of such a cute and innocent question he replied, 'No dear. Both of them are Daddy Longlegs. The little girl, looking a little puzzled, thought for a moment, then took her foot and stomped them flat, saying 'Well, we're not having any of that brokeback mountain shit in OUR garden.'Brings a tear to your eye...doesn't it?
I don't know who wrote this one, but I love it!
I don't know who wrote this one, but I love it!
Friday, June 6, 2008
Moral of the Story.
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parentsto tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell theirstories.There were all the regular type stuff, spilled milk and pennies saved.But then teacher realized, much to her dismay, that only Ernie was left."Ernie, do you have a story to share?""Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen.She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bailout over enemy territory and all she had was a flask of whiskey, apistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down sothe bottle wouldn't break and then her parachute landed right in themiddle of twenty enemy troops. She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets,killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then shekilled the last enemy with her bare hands.""Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher "What kind of moral did yourdaddy tell you from this horrible story?""Stay the F--k away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking.
I don't know who wrote this - but I think it's hilarious!
I don't know who wrote this - but I think it's hilarious!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
cows and kegs
My neighbor is over today. We get to talkin about the price of gas. She mentions how the truckers are just gonna stop. Then nothing will be available. Good goddamn thing I started a fucking garden this year.
I'm thinkin: I know how to live like they did on Little House on the Prairie... Then Dor says - ya, no milk in the stores ... and then Pam says "no beer" Holy crap!
That's when we decided to buy a cow.
And a few kegs.
Seriously though.
What stuff will be totally unavailable if truckers stop truckin'?
I'm thinkin: I know how to live like they did on Little House on the Prairie... Then Dor says - ya, no milk in the stores ... and then Pam says "no beer" Holy crap!
That's when we decided to buy a cow.
And a few kegs.
Seriously though.
What stuff will be totally unavailable if truckers stop truckin'?
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