My Once A Year Movie Review

Hubs and I went for our once a year movie date over the holidays.   We went to see "So This Is 40?"    Yet again I pick a movie that the only funny parts are the previews.   Le sigh.   Hubs is not a movie guy and usually I'm laughing like a hyena while he's sighing and looking at his watch.    If you are dying to see this movie and don't want to know anything then don't read any further.  I will so spoil it for you.   

First off, Hubs and I aren't prudes.  He's in the restaurant business and can cuss like a sailor and in Spanish too. (thank you illegal cooks)  I only say bad things when the kiddies can't hear me.   And when it finally comes out I get quite creative.   Hubs can't stand to hear potty filth out of my mouth but it turns him on when I txt it.  Go figure.   Sitting in a theater and having eff you and every bad word hurled at you loudly in the first 30 seconds can throw off any cuss word connoisseur. C'mon give me the plot first! Then feel free to throw that crap at me.    The parents in this movie were horrible parents.  Kids were cussing and being horrible (mine would have been beaten) I mean narcissistic comes to mind with these folks and trust me I know narcissism

Parents that are calm when $20,000 is stolen from Mom's boutique and Dad not telling Mom that they are going under and have to sell the house, but in the next scene are at a posh hotel eating pot brownies because they are so stressed.........(all scenes  from this movie)  Puh-leeze.  Stress?   Um, in the real world (at least to me)  going under means going under as in we are eating beans & weenies like forever.  And pot??  What parent can afford drugs these days??   It's cheap beer and wine for all the parents I know.  Dulls the pain of parenting...

Ok, I'm done.  I hope this gets this freaking bad movie off my mind.  And if you go see it I hope you enjoy it better than I did.  I'd rather watch Twilight for the 74th time on my DVR........

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Ahhhh,   All my Christmas crap is packed up.  Took a yummy yoga class this morning.  Watched some gal do a freehand handstand (I know there is a better term...) next to me.  WTF.   Then  was singing at the top of my lungs in car.  Set Fire To The Rain.   Then I found myself analyzing this great song.  How the hell is she setting fire to rain??   Watching it pour as I touch your face??  Is she touching his face and also holding a lighter?   I really need to work on clearing my brain because it definitely thinks too much.

My BFF wants me to go see Les Mis with her.   I can't do it.   I read the book.  I cried.  I can't forcibly make myself go to a movie that I know is going to make me cry.

Now comes my least favorite 3 months.  Nothing but gray, cold weather.  And layering.  I hate layering.   In the south we don't even get much of a chance of snow so it's sooooooo boring.  I need sunshine, swimming pools and baseball to be a happy gal.  

But I'm ready and stocked.  I started a beginners crochet book.  (lol Am I 70?)  I have downloaded my Kindle to the gills with all kinds of vampires, smut and more smut.  I have a new Disney puzzle (lol OMG I am 70)  and have raided all our closets for my EBay corner.  (sniff, sniff, good-bye Calvin Klein, Express and all my skinny ass business and party attire)

Christmas Spirit Blah

Yay!  It's over! We made it!  Whoo Hooo!   Guess I should tone down my Christmas spirit bah humbug attitude.   I'm so sorry but I was not into the holiday spirit this year.   I just wanted to get to the other side of normal.   The only time I truly "felt" it was at our Christmas Eve service at church.   When we light the candle and sing.  Then our pastor makes us feel so warm and blessed.  

And to be honest, after a month of all this decor and tinsel around me I feel like I'm going to choke.  Or maybe start looking like a hoarder's home.  

I never can remember if it's considered bad luck or good luck to take down your tree before New Year's Day? I've never made it to New Year's without taking down my Christmas crap.     I snuck in my empty Christmas bins today and started packing it up.  Don't want to distress the fam by looking too eager but I want all this gone.  

I mean, I had a great time with friends and family but I'm ready to get it all packed away and de-clutter.   I'm that crazy Mom that will go through my boys rooms 3 days after Christmas with bags to gather stuff for good will.  I love to start my new year knowing there aren't any shirts or pants no one will be wearing left in my home.    ADD? OCD?  No idea.   

For the next 3 months til April 1st (the official day around here to plant, drag out plants and be outside again) I will be snuggled in my heating blanket watching my DVR and only going outside if it's absolutely necessary.  Like yoga and the liquor store. 

Yoga Pants

To make up for my lazy day yesterday I headed out Christmas shopping early today.  I know I know I did most of it on Amazon.  Can I just say I love love love Amazon??   Anything you want or can think of and "click" it's yours.   Anyway, there were still a few things on the list I needed and hey, if I ran across a good sale then bonus for me.

Wore my red boots because nothing says festive and fun like red boots.

Got a few great deals and even got a new pair of black yoga pants to go with the 17 that I already have.   Who ever invented yoga pants is my idol.  Need to run to the grocery? yoga pants.  Need to go to the school?  yoga pants.  Wal-mart? Target?  Definitely  yoga pants. (although you can get by with some sketchy outfits at those two)  Yoga class?  You got it.  yoga pants. 

It was a great day.  Christmas music playing. I was all alone. Glitter everywhere. Got my list done.  Very few screaming kids out. (that will change tomorrow. Hence, the reason for today's shopping) No crowds.  Just the way I love to shop.  

Oh, and for those of you who don't believe my lack of expertise in le kitchen. I tried making a Christmas treat from that evil Pinterest.  2 effing ingredients. Hershey Kisses and pretzels.  Did you know those things will burn like a mutha?   They will.  Smoke detector and all.  God awful smell will turn you off chocolate for at least a day.  Gah.

Liquor Delivery Service

Today I found myself still in my pajamas.   It's 3pm.   After the last 7 days I was not putting on clothes for anything. I am whipped.   Plus, the maid hasn't come and all my leggings and yoga pants are in the laundry.  (maid=me)   

Question:  Where do you have to live to have liquor delivered to you??   Seriously, I can't be the only Mom in town still in her jammies needing a pick me up. 

I could say I am thoroughly exhausted from all this Christmas shopping.  But, clicking the pay now button for my Amazon cart probably wouldn't elicit sympathy in most shoppers.   C'mon you can get ANYTHING (even vibrators.  So I heard ;) on Amazon.  Why fight the crowds?

Which, is what I did Saturday.  Did you hear me?? Saturday.  With a 13 year old boy.  My 14 year (baby boy#2) had his first "date".   He took her to a movie.  I gave him money and asked if he would be embarrassed if I filled his pockets with candy.  duh.  No go.  But, sweet date girl did just that.   Good girl.  

Baby boy #3 and I decided to hang around in movie vicinity to shop.   Where do I begin??   Shopping with a 13 year old boy? (bad)  The Toys R Us store??? (effing nightmare) The bitch who flipped me off over a parking spot?( I won)  Dirty, hot sweaty crowds (effing 68 degrees and everyone wearing boots and scarves)  and at least 3 crying children (I meant screaming) in each store the entire time. OMG    Where the hell did all these cowboy families come from???? (I'm talking hats, boots, shiny belts)  Mall with no parking spots.   Police on horses.  (I know, I was confused too)  Running in to too many school friends Moms.   (Don't worry, my fakey smile was well in place) 

Then Christmas concerts, school events, church events, boys exams, field trips, karate promotions (Yay, baby boy #3 is now advanced orange Hai Karate!  Wasn't that a cologne?) Oh, then I actually worked several days through all this.  Kudos to all Moms who work full time and do all this crap btw.   Gah, what a whiner I am.

Which full circle finds me in my jammies on Tuesday.   My productivity for today included going through my 73 emails.  22 texts. Working on my Itunes library. Nap.  Crying over me breaking my Kindle yesterday.  Nap. Excitement for my replacement Kindle arriving today!  Working (yes,  I actually work sometimes. ) from Internet.  Nap.

Best funny of the day.  My brother wanted my address to mail Christmas card.  WTF.  We see each other all the time.  We live 1 mile apart.   So, being the smart ass that I am I replied my address as 123 Down The Road.   He replied back "Have a F^&%ing  Merry Christmas."   lol  Classic.  

Blogger Day of Silence

Grief & Tragedy

After the last couple of days I have seen no reason to blog.   My blogs to me are smarmy, narcissistic rambling thoughts of me.  There is not a need or a want from me or anyone else for that right now.  

My thoughts now keep crashing to the horrific tragedy in Connecticut.   First, thinking of those excruciating minutes as a parent waiting to hear if your child is alright.  Then their not. Not ok.  Then thinking of how they couldn't  even see their children until the investigation at the school was complete.  Thinking, how can you know your poor baby is laying all day and night in the school where they fell with no comfort to them or you and not go insane.

So many people voicing their rage and blame.  "If only", "If only",  If only" is all I have heard.  None of that is going to change this outcome.   And it would take so many changes along with luck to even maybe stop the next tragedy.  

I have no soap box to stand on for this issue.  All I have is sympathy and prayer. 

I went upstairs to my hall of pictures.  3 boys. Infant through now.  All their sweet   faces.  I stopped at their kindergarten photos.  Started crying because I have no way of knowing nor easing those parents in pain. 

My oldest son called me last night from Guam.  When I heard his precious voice it made me cry.  He's coming home in 3 weeks.  I will see his face finally after 1 1/2 years.   I want him home safe under my roof with his brothers.  I started crying again after we hung up thinking already about when he leaves again.  
But then I remind myself he along with my other two sons are healthy and alive while others are not.