The Moon Shined :( Ugh!

So I didn't write yesterday because I was enjoying some much appreciated girl time with some of my friends from Scotland. We watched part of Jane Eyre and Letters to Juliet. We got to talking and...of course, the inevitable Taylor Swift - Love Story song comes on and it drives me batty. My friends laugh their asses off at me as I explain why songs with such gross inacuracies and poor grammar annoy me. Love Story being one of these - SHAKESPEARE DID NOT WRITE LOVE STORIES; he had three genres he stuck with: tragedy (Romeo and Juliet), histories (Henry IV), and comedies (The Merry Wives of Windsor). They argue that she was a young girl when she wrote the song and it kind of is a love story. No, no, no!!!!! If you are going to write about something and stick it out into the world - you better know what you are talking about! Come on -it annoys the hell out of me and I can't stand it. I do not know why this is really, but I have it has something to do with my anal demeanor and love of Shakespeare. I also cannot handle songs with poor grammar. I happen to like All Summer Long by Kid Rock; however, I can not stand it! I have to change the song after a bit...mainly the part where he says "the way the moonlight shined upon her hair". Really!!! Really, come on! That is such crap. Saying: shone (which is correct) sounds just as nice...actually, about a bazillion times better. I can handle slang and dropping parts of words - I can handle hangin' with the bros or swingin' by the park, but really, get your tenses correct. I guess I will just extremely anal and have to plug my ears when crap songs come on the radio.

Ain't No Sunshine

Ok, so my outlook on life isn't that horrible; but I am beginning to feel a little bogged down. Some massive betrayals in the lives of people I dearly love have me a little jaded (beyond what I already was...is a little hard to be, but it happens/happened). I feel a little down on life, but looking through some of my photos and playing card games with my family helps me remember that life is about loving the things you have and not constantly being discontent in that "transition" to greatness or achievement.

I am so greatly blessed that it sometimes stuns me to see it - other times I can blow right over it. I am so blessed - just look at all these photos of the wonderful people in my life, the ones I have chanced to meet, the places I have gone, the things I have seen, the beauty of the world as it can truly be!

In other news: The man of my life this week has been my little bundle of joy: Levi! I love my nephew SOOOOOOOOO much, sometimes it is painful! I have snacked on brownies most of the day instead of eating a single healthy thing and I have done nothing towards my career goals this week! I am so on target with my life goals this week!

I don't really care though - I was more than willing to put off these things of little consequence to be with someone who really matters to me at a point in time when they really needed someone. I was happy to be there!

Transitions

Why does it seem that life always just seems to be one transition to the next? Why am I always looking towards another time in my life when life will be happy and "perfect". It seems like a lot of people I know are living life in a "transitional" stage. I understand that we all have to be constantly adapting and changing and transitioning with our environments and that it is a good thing to have goals and things to strive for - but it seems like we are stuck in thinking that we have to drudge through the hard stuff to get to that state of Nirvana only to find out that it isn't the final stopping point. My life will be better when I lose those 20 pounds finally, my life will be better when I finally can speak French well, my life will be better when I get an important job, my life will be better when I meet the love of my life, my life will be better when I........fill in the blank. I want to stop living my life in the "transition" of being grumpy or unhappy with life until I "get to where I am going." I want to be happy as I float on the breeze of life to where I am heading. If anything in my life recently has taught me anything is: you can't have any idea where the wind will blow you to and if a freak blast won't turn up out of the blue to knock you completely off course and unto your butt!

Fuck it

Well, I have done nothing but fuck up today, so there is nothing new there. Hello Black sheep - nice to see you again! I can say the nicest (yeah, I know now how Mr. Tillney would hate my use of "nice") thing that happened today during my massive fuck-up-ishness was that I met a nice Scottish guy and talked to him for about 15 minutes (he was the cashier at Target). Joy of joys - the day is over and I am going to drink some tea and pass out and hope that the sun really will come out tomorrow.

Anne Gets Nickeled

This last week I listened to both Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery and Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens. I really enjoyed both of these books while I worked away baking, watching soccer games (between my mad cheering), vacuuming, etc. etc. I had seen both of these movies prior to reading these books. As a child I would constantly watch the Anne movies and The Sound of Music - thus, I am a massive Gilbert fan. I want a Gilbert :D It is probably because the movie, Anne of Avonlea, came out the year I was born. I only recently watched Nicholas Nickleby with my sister. The movie is REALLY good, despite the presence of dead babies in one scene...just chilling out on the corner of a building - a coffin full of dead looking babies! It disturbed me to say the least.


Anne was listened to while doing laundry, painting, cooking, and a soccer game. I loved this book and I liked finding the things that were different between the movie and the book. It was kind of amazing to see all the differences. The story of Anne as I knew it turned out to be quite different from the movie. Anne stays at Green Gables, teaches, helps raise adopted twins with Marilla, Mr. Harris is just a friend, and there is not the key rejection that had always shaped my notion of Anne and Gilbert's relationship! This book definitely has its comedic points - I would laugh out loud at the silly things that would happen, like: Mr. Harris's parrot calling Anne a "red headed snip it" at regular intervals, the community hall being painted a brilliant but bawdy blue, the run away cow (still a favorite of mine), and Davy's mischief. I really love this story, it really is just a great and interesting read about the turn of the century. I can't wait to dive into the rest of the Anne series.


Nicholas Nickelby was listened to while driving and doing some various housework while the house was invaded by workmen to replace windows. It took several hours for the windows to be replaced and even a few more hours for warmth to return to my toes - for a windy day in early April is not the most ideal time for having four large holes in your apartment. I think window replacements should be I also enjoyed hearing the differences between the movie version and the book. I was a little confused, I am not sure if I actually got to the end of the book or not, for the book seemed to end rather suddenly. I loved hearing about these characters that I had absolutely come to love while watching them on screen. I like that Dickens novels all end in the perfect story book ending; every one is happy, evil has got its comeuppance and love and virtue have conquered all.

Switch Paris Drugs

So I have watched a few movies this week that I enjoyed/was disturbed by: The Switch, An American in Paris, and Love & Other Drugs.

I really did enjoy the switch. For some odd reason I really like Jason Bateman, so I got this movie. I must be the one odd person in the world who doesn't really like America's girl next door, Jennifer Aniston - but I liked this movie. I thought it was really cute and hilarious. The little boy is absolutely ADORABLE and I love that he is as neurotic as Jason Bateman's character. This is just a feel good movie about mistakes, friendship, and love. Plus, bonus beyond bonus points - the presence of Jeff Goldblum! I have an odd obsession with him :D

I also watched An American in Paris this week and decided I should take up tap dancing...ok, maybe not that much (it hurts bouncing up and down when you have a larger chest). So I decided I'll just watch more Gene Kelly movies. I absolutely fell in love watching this movie. I am actually kind of glad that I waited until after I got back from France to watch this movie - I understood the French and it just made me feel all warm and gooey inside about Paris. The dancing and singing ihttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifn this film were enough to have anyone mesmerized and glued to the screen. I'm sure my little brothers could prove me wrong there, but they can't help it that they were forced to watch 7 Brides for 7 Brothers until they wanted to puke (which kind of makes me sad since that movie is AMAZING), so this might explain their aversion to musicals. I think that this movie as a combinations of musical, comedy, love story, and dance recital give it a powerhouse combination of entertainment. I'd say this is a must see for anyone!

Love & Other Drugs...where do I start? It was a pretty good movie and I have already seen a lot of Jake Gyllenhaal in Jarhead (another great movie) but I was totally unprepared to see that much of my Princess Diaries Anne Hathaway. I know she has gone on to do a lot of different kinds of roles since her days as Mia, but holy vache was I not ready to see all that Anne had to offer. Other than the CRAZY amounts of sex present, there was sort of a good message of loving yourself and accepting people for who they are. There was a line that I really loved about needing someone: Jake tells Anne that everyone needs someone to depend on and he needed her and she needed him. It was an ok movie, but I doubt that I will ever waste my time to watch it again.

OMG - MOM JEANS

So here I am ... absolutely exhausted at the end of my day. My dad and mom both went away for the weekend and I am home with the kids. And good Lord in heaven I do not know how they do this - a SECOND time. I shopped for a family of six today and it took me like five hours to get all the stuff. I then had to get home and rush John straight to his...canceled soccer practice - thanks coach for the update, not that I really wanted to leave my little brother to run around in a down pour for an hour while it is barely crackin' 40degrees. I cooked dinner for both my family and another family - luckily, our family dinner wasn't lasagna and cupcakes...I went high brow with the Mac&Cheese and hot dogs! Our dessert of drumsticks and creamsickles totally rocked though. Then we settled down to watch The Pink Panther 2. It was cute and my little brother - who insisted on sharing the recliner with me - could not stop giggling! Tomorrow I have soccer games and practices and baking and cooking - I do no know how my parents work full time jobs and then come home to this full and a half time job. Yikes!

If you can't tell, this "flitty Friday" has nothing to do with celebrities. Frankly, I really just don't give a shit right now about any celebrity gossip. I more want to dedicate this to the real superstars: the moms who take your calls at 5 in the morning because you are in another country and vomiting your guts out, the dad that would secretly do anything for you - even though he doesn't admit it out loud, the sisters who take your call at 2am because you can't breath and are in hysterics because you can't figure out who or what you are supposed to be in this world, the older brother - even though he picks on you, you know he really cares deep down, the little siblings who want your help with their math homework and deal with your frustrated rantings, the little brother who can't wait to go see Harry Potter with you, and the other one who is excited for you to show up to one of his games and just as excited that you decided to stop for a while and read a story to him. Family can be crazy, they are the celebrities of my life.