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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Somebody Could Have Warned Me...
Hannah and I just got back from our viewing of Twilight. (The absence of an exclamation point, especially coming from me should be foreshadowing as to what's coming.) Really, somebody could have warned me. I've talked to many, MANY of you that have seen it already. You warned me about the "intense" scenes that are so corny they make you want to laugh and about the excessively high schoolish parts. I've read the books so I know all the flaws in the storyline and I accept it for what it is, entertaining fluff that's fun to zip through and be done with. I was even warned about Bella's voice being this post-adolescent boy baritone delivered dead pan most of the time, but come on! Couldn't someone have mentioned the freakish make-up job on the vampires??!!!!! Edward had us rolling in our seats with those painted eyebrows and lipstick caked lips (with lip liner clearly evident.) I really loved when he kissed her on the forehead and left S.W.A.K. (sealed with a kiss) 
marks on her delicate, pale skin! I also loved the sparkly skin effect complete with orchestral singing! And his hair! Can you say heat miser? I'm so disappointed in my friends who previewed this for me and left me unprepared to deal with Edward's serious short comings! Oh well. Luckily, I went into it with low expectations and it actually was much better than I thought it would be. I think I could say I actually enjoyed myself. I truly liked Bella better in the movie than in the book (she was much stronger and less whiney.) But I still can't get over Edward and his high school musical make-up stylings (Not THE High School Musical, just your run-of-the-mill high school theater make-up job). Shame on all of you! I'll have to remember to be more specific in my questioning when the next one comes out. (For example: Okay, how much hair does Jacob have on his body now? How sickeningly depressed is Bella, does it make you want to puke?) Be prepared for a grilling when New Moon hits the theaters friends, 'cuz I'm not going in unarmed again!
marks on her delicate, pale skin! I also loved the sparkly skin effect complete with orchestral singing! And his hair! Can you say heat miser? I'm so disappointed in my friends who previewed this for me and left me unprepared to deal with Edward's serious short comings! Oh well. Luckily, I went into it with low expectations and it actually was much better than I thought it would be. I think I could say I actually enjoyed myself. I truly liked Bella better in the movie than in the book (she was much stronger and less whiney.) But I still can't get over Edward and his high school musical make-up stylings (Not THE High School Musical, just your run-of-the-mill high school theater make-up job). Shame on all of you! I'll have to remember to be more specific in my questioning when the next one comes out. (For example: Okay, how much hair does Jacob have on his body now? How sickeningly depressed is Bella, does it make you want to puke?) Be prepared for a grilling when New Moon hits the theaters friends, 'cuz I'm not going in unarmed again!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
More fun with Balderdash!
We have such a grand time playing Balderdash with the family that I've already posted once about it (And Curty Says...) Well here's another great definition of a word by Curty: the word is tantony. The real definition explains that the word comes from St. Anthony, the patron saint of swine-herds and means the runt of the litter. That's an odd little tidbit to pack into your brain, huh? Well Curty's definition is much more straightforward: "A guy named Tony and has a tan." Of course!
The other funny fact exposed during this particular game of Balderdash was that my kids believe everything I say. At least two or three of them always vote for my definitions. I like this phenomenon alot, but I had to laugh when I put it to the test. The word we got was proggers. For a woman that has birthed seven children, the similarity to preggers, was just too much so I wrote, "A group of pregnant frogs." I figured even I had to write a silly one that everybody would laugh at once in a while. I got two votes for my definition! Woo hoo! I have power over my children. I can tell them anything and they will believe me. It's fortunate for them that I watched the movie Spiderman, where I learned, "With great power comes great responsibility," (Thanks Uncle Ben) or I could really mess them up.
The other funny fact exposed during this particular game of Balderdash was that my kids believe everything I say. At least two or three of them always vote for my definitions. I like this phenomenon alot, but I had to laugh when I put it to the test. The word we got was proggers. For a woman that has birthed seven children, the similarity to preggers, was just too much so I wrote, "A group of pregnant frogs." I figured even I had to write a silly one that everybody would laugh at once in a while. I got two votes for my definition! Woo hoo! I have power over my children. I can tell them anything and they will believe me. It's fortunate for them that I watched the movie Spiderman, where I learned, "With great power comes great responsibility," (Thanks Uncle Ben) or I could really mess them up.
I just couldn't leave it alone...
The messy background bugged me too much, I had to fix it. (Spending another hour or so in front of the computer for a background that gets to stay up about two weeks.) What is my problem? If only I could obsess about the cleanliness of my house with such tenacity!
Monday, November 10, 2008
My New Look Darnit!
Well, I designed a new blog background and then it didn't come in the right size, even though I used the same template as I did for the last two I've done. After playing with it for another hour, tweaking the size 50 pixels at a time, I finally got it on the eighth try! It's very cute but I'm noticing it's also a little impractical. With all the doo dads and fru fru stuff, it's kind of hard to read. Well, I'm NOT going to work on it anymore. It's only two weeks until Thanksgiving then I have to take it down, so everybody can just live with it! Now I'm going to go read How to Win Friends and Influence People so my next post will be nicer.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
My sister's angst
I recently visited my sister's blog and discovered I was t he subject of a post. I have been wrongly accused of dissing my sister by placing her at the bottom of my blog list. Her post If I were living a Seinfeld Episode can be read at her blog: Huh? And other profound reactions to Life. My response I decided to copy here as it became lengthy enough to be a post itself. Here it is:
"Becky, Becky, Becky...how could you doubt my loyalty? Even after you did do all those things to me, I have always loved you more than you love me. (You forgot to mention the time you told me you only loved me because I lived far away -- that if I lived near you, you would not love me as much.) Don't you know that my blog tour is sorted according to most recent posting? Even now, as of this writing, YOU are at the top of the list. Oh ye of little faith. But I take great pleasure that it was my blog that spurred you to post, even if the last paragraph of your post seems a little drug induced! By the way, the word spread like wild fire through my house this afternoon..."Aunt Becky posted! Aunt Becky posted! Did you see?" It was a time of great rejoicing. I think this should be a post on my blog, I'm going to copy and paste right away!"
I just thought I'd share a little of my sisterly pain and hope you all can go and let my sister know that I have done her no wrong.
"Becky, Becky, Becky...how could you doubt my loyalty? Even after you did do all those things to me, I have always loved you more than you love me. (You forgot to mention the time you told me you only loved me because I lived far away -- that if I lived near you, you would not love me as much.) Don't you know that my blog tour is sorted according to most recent posting? Even now, as of this writing, YOU are at the top of the list. Oh ye of little faith. But I take great pleasure that it was my blog that spurred you to post, even if the last paragraph of your post seems a little drug induced! By the way, the word spread like wild fire through my house this afternoon..."Aunt Becky posted! Aunt Becky posted! Did you see?" It was a time of great rejoicing. I think this should be a post on my blog, I'm going to copy and paste right away!"
I just thought I'd share a little of my sisterly pain and hope you all can go and let my sister know that I have done her no wrong.
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