The Golden Globes

DH and I used to go to the movies all the time.  Our best dates often involved double features where we would see a sneak preview of a movie about to be released and then get to stay and watch a second movie for free.  If anyone wanted to know about a movie, we would either have seen it or know about based on seeing the preview or reading about it.

Of course, this was all B.K. - Before Kids.

Having kids is a wonderful thing, don't get me wrong, but it does completely and totally change your life.  Not only do we rarely have TIME to see a movie just the two of us, we almost never have the money to pay for both movie tickets AND a babysitter.

So now we sit on the couch and watch award shows together, like the Golden Globes, and create lists of movies we want to rent or stream on Netflix.

As the presenters describe various movies, DH and I keep turning to each other to say how much we wanted to see particular movies, but I know if I don't write them down anywhere, I won't ever remember them, so here they are:

This is the one about the relationship between Freud and Jung.  I honestly don't know more about it than that, but just that concept sounds so intriguing to me.  Apparently it is still in some theaters in the area, so maybe we could actually go see it instead of waiting for its release!  Hmmm......

While I'm not gay (not that there's anything wrong with it) I am definitely at a crossroads in my life, looking to begin my career all over again.  Something about this movie speaks to me.  Plus, I heard the man who wrote the screenplay (or was it the book?) interviewed on NPR.  Apparently he based the story on his own life.  It is really hard to imagine thinking about your parents in a certain way all your life only to discover information about one of them towards the end of their life that forces you to rethink everything you thought you knew about them.

What an amazing underdog story!

First of all, I cannot believe I have NOT seen this movie yet.  Secondly, I think I need to invite a bunch of female friends over for a Girls' Night to watch this one - I don't think DH will appreciate quite as much as a bunch of women (drunken or not).

If nothing else, this looks (visually) amazing!

As unfunny as cancer is, my father incredibly kept his strange sense of humor all throughout his battle with cancer, and attributes that in part to his current remission.  I just think it is amazing whenever filmmakers can take such a challenging topic and actually make it funny.

I somehow missed the fact that this book was even MADE into a movie!  I loved the book - it's the kind of story that stays with you and made me change the way I think about these children who end up going on spree shootings.  I never really thought about their families before.  In any case, I really can't wait to see how they did translating this book into a movie.

And now I'm bored.  I really wanted to watch the Golden Globes to see Ricky Gervais, but he's barely been on since the beginning of the show, so who cares anymore.  At least watching as much as I did inspired me to create a good list.  Now I need to do some searching on Netflix to see if any of the movies are available to watch yet.  Here's hoping!

 



Winter Vacation

Actual size of bandaid on her big toe.

The Princess is resting on the couch is resting her foot with the injured toe on the coffee table.  You see the toenail has broken slightly and she refuses to allow me to trim the nail at all.  She would, however, allow me to put a bandaid on it.  Unfortunately we don't have any normal size bandaids, so I had to use a very large one and then tape it down on all sides, so it appears to be almost a cast on her big toe.  It's a shame she's not more dramatic.



Not even close to the actual amount of Legos Twin A actually owns.

 Twin A is in the playroom putting together one of his fifty thousand Lego kits he received from my ILs for Christmas.  Yes, we're Jewish, but my ILs are not, so we stay overnight on Christmas Eve every year and then spend Christmas Day there as well.  And man, do the kids get presents!  In any case, Twin A has been having major, major meltdowns about being able to use the Wii, so we have been writing a schedule for him each day to show to show him when he gets his fifteen minutes of electronic time.

Twin B is in the dining room trying to grow crystals with his new chemistry set.  Every minute or so he tells me a fact about what he is doing or to read me a direction.  And then repeats it.  The same fact or the same direction.  Or the same question.  Over and over and over and over again.  I keep jumping up to make sure he has read the directions.  Or is not using his finger to stir the crystal solution.  Or is actually using a measuring instrument to measure out 1/3 of a teaspoon and not just pouring in what looks like it could be that amount.  Because in the back of my mind, I fear I will miss hearing him say this some day, and then it will be too late:

DH is resting upstairs after having spent most of the morning shoveling out the driveway.  And the sidewalk.  And one of our elderly neighbor's driveways.  Because he is just that kid of guy. 

We had attempted to take the kids sledding after he finished shoveling, but, BRRRRR - Baby, it's COLD outside!  I think it took longer to get our winter gear on than we actually ended up spending outside.  After a few minutes (literally) at the top of the hill with the wind so strong that it actually knocked the Princess down twice, the kids began begging to go home.  So much for "family bonding."

But ultimately, it's all good, because the kids will soon be heading over to my sister's for a sleepover.  Oh yeah, DH and I are going to the movies and then to a big book store (because that's what we like to do in our free time - hanging out in a book store is our version of geek heaven), and then back home without having to whisper or tiptoe or hold back any noises at all, if you know what I mean (wink, wink).  And then we get to sleep in as late as we want (as long as we pick up the kids by noon).  Oh yeah!