Knowing (Or Maybe Not)

Brian will have to counter this post, because he told us he likes this movie.

I have decided that I am not a big fan of violence. Burning bodies, bloody fingers, creepy little girls with deep set eyes: Not for me. I have a difficult time seeing those types of things and really enjoying it.

It did not help that I didn't understand the premise of the entire show. What is the point of strange men who enter childrens' bedrooms to show them visions of the end of the world, trying to save them by guiding them through cryptic matrices revealed in the 1950s to said deep-set-eye-girl and passed (luckily) to an MIT math wizard in 2009?

Pretty convenient. Maybe they thought, "We only want the children of really smart MIT professors to create our next world, so we are going to create countless universes with countless inhabited worlds and place our predictive puzzles in time capsules in order to weed out all the dead-beat dads who can't figure out our sweet number game."

Maybe, but that seems like a stretch. Oh, and in the end, the numbers didn't actually do anything for anybody: The Children were going to be saved no matter what. So really all the puzzle did was give Nicholas Cage indigestion for a few more hours than everyone else.

Ah . . . I love criticism. Back to my old ways.

Oh, and Hayley wants me to warn you that the film is near the top of the creepy spectrum, so watch out (you can thank said deep-set-eye girl for that one, too).

Confessions of a Shopaholic

Ashamed I am not. I enjoyed this film. I think any film that can keep me laughing consistently throughout must be worth it, even if it is about an obsessive shopper trying to land the hunky editor of her magazine. I unabashedly had a good time.

I'll start with the bad (I am good at that). The character development for all but Isla Fisher was poor. I barely even knew who the main squeeze was before he and Fisher hooked up. Additionally, the entire idea of securing a position as a writer in a nationally syndicated magazine with a drunken letter is hilarious (not in a good way). Finally, a couple of characters were a bit extreme (darn desire for realism).

BUT, it was a comedy, and it was supposed to be silly and outlandish. AND, I am getting better at opening my horizons to new and different genres, including Credit Card Fetishism. Lines like "I need these gloves because . . . I HAVE HANDS" bring a smile to my face. And an airhead slapping a Finnish man? That's funny stuff. I also appreciate that the movie was rated PG and I didn't have to worry about the content.

Men, be proud to watch this movie . . . but maybe not alone.

Ode to Corn on the Cob

I don't know what every one's favorite food is. I personally really like Pizza (hold the mushrooms and olives), and Spinach, and BACON (cooked really crispy, not wiggly at all) and I really enjoy cheese and yogurt- and Johnny Carino's Chicken Parmesan, and Zucchini- but right now I am savoring some fresh corn on the cob- smeared with LOTS of butter, doused with a little bit of salt, and it's HEAVEN! My face is juicy and oily and gross, and I have bits of crap stuck in my teeth, but for right now I don't care. Corn on the cob is the "bestest".

All Hail, Master Oliver!

Congratulations to Greg, Haylee and Emiline on the arrival of Oliver. We're so excited for you! Oliver is the first "BEAN" baby boy to be born- the first to carry on the family vine/ I mean tree! We know that you'll be busy with two sprouts, but post pictures as often as you can- we're all so far away, but we'd love to be able to watch him grow! LOVE YOU GUYS LOTS!

Frisbee Golf

This isn't necisarilly a post to be commented on, although you should feel free to if you wish.
I just wanted to share with everyone the joy of home-made frisbee golf. Our Elder's Quorum President Bryan Tanner (Center) developed a frisbee golf corse in our appartment complex weaving in and out of apparment buildings. Last night, after the fireworks we decided we hadn't had enough of the Fourth of July, so we went and played firsbee golf. The golf course resembles something that we would have come up with when we were kids. It starts in one of the apartment bedrooms with the first hole ending on one of the apartment balconies. Other holes includ drier #58 in laundry room, the barbeque on the patio, the basketball hoop, and the grand finaly of the course ends in the hot tub. Needless to say, I won this round by scoring par with 47 strokes. My next task is to devise an urban course on BYU's campus.

Here It Comes

Early as usual.

Fireflies

Few things make me spontaneously smile like a flurry of fireflies in the forest.

Couple that with a Pearl Jam ballad followed by Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark, and you can count your trip home from Wal-Mart a smashing success.