B@tm@n

So we went to see the new movie and while I have heard "best movie ever" from may sources, I'm not sure.

Don't get me wrong I loved it, but I have the hardest time picking the best movie ever. I think that I would have to say "Princess Bride" but that's more from a personal standpoint.
"Shaw$hank Redemption" is one of my favorites as well.

But for sure it was the best caped crusader movie. The way the plot is woven together is just stunning! And I could wax poetic about Heath's performance as the Joker forever. That man had some skill. And I'm not talking from a sentimental place in my heart.

I judge all movies by if I am "sucked into" the world of the movie. Did I see the characters on the screen? Or did I simply see a bunch of actors trying to be someone else. I never saw Heath on the screen. I only saw the Joker. Even when I tried to be a sentimental sap and think about the shame it was to lose him, the character would do something horrific, and I'd only see the Joker again.

But the person I'm most impressed by is Bale. I have loved Bale ever since Newsies came out when I was in elementary school. Oh, he was so cute!!! But he has come a long way from playing a dancing paper boy. I can't believe how well he pulls off the playboy Wayne personality and give the Bat the intimidating creepiness that the costume deserves.

And the voice he uses for the bat! I just get chills its so creepy!

Batman was never meant to be a sexy character. Except in a raw elemental way.

But enough about the movie. I need to get back to the list.

My top movies
(not in order, because truly, it depends on the day)
1. The Usual $uspects
2. Prin-cess Bride
3. The D@rk Knight
4. Pride and Prejudice
5. Hot Fuzz

Frankly, that's all I have so far. These are the movies, that I could watch over and over again, because there are so many levels to watch in them. Every time you watch, there is something else to see. Does that make any sense?
I love to watch Pride and Prejudice to watch the background characters. Especially when they are 'just missing each other in the ballroom scene.' And to catch the secret glances that pass between the hero and heroine.

Dreaming of you . . .

I need to start writing down my dreams . . . .

because I think I'm going crazy! Monday 8:25 p.m. sitting at my new job doing computer training. Someone stand in the doorway looking at the overstock, and as she leaves, shuts the light out on me.

I must have made a sound, she laughs, apologizes and switches the light back on. I am sitting there doing register training when suddenly I realize.

I've been here before!

I swear, I'm either nuts or have the craziest thought/memory wiring in my brain, because shortly after what I call the "stuffed pig incident" at this very store. I dreamed I worked there.

And this was just what happened in the dream!

I swear this has happened twice before, so in an effort to prove myself sane, I'm going to actually start that stupid dream diary that I've been meaning to start forever. Because honestly, one of these times I'm going to prove that I'm not making this crud up!

Finally! She blogged!

Yes I did see I was tagged by you, OM!

Yes Sisi I'm going to blog it!

Here is it, my life in ten bullets, or at least the last fifteen years, lets get a visual to start, okay?

1. I was one of two people, the other being my sister, who chose (maternally forced) to walk for a graduation in a school building that was no longer a high school . . .and created a memory that I will never forget because of said force, I MEAN CHOICE!!! ; )

2. I made and lost some friends along the way, but the good ones are still around and were promoted to family members a long time ago . . .

3. I didn't work as hard as I should have, but I managed to graduate from college with a degree, and met some pretty amazing people along the way.

4. While journeying through college, I found two things, my love of sewing, which I find many clever ways to share with everyone. . .

5. And my husband, who I skipped sorority recruitment to hear play his guitar, and found out months later that he sold me his cd's both for the price of one. (you flirt!)

6. Together, we have one beautiful child. And she amazes me everyday . . and much to my parent's delight, seems to be all the best qualities of my siblings and my husband all rolled into one. (Check it out! Her and me, isn't it scary?)

7. Family begins to take a higher priority in life the further they move . . . only two of the four left in state, and it is heartbreaking to think that we aren't all a phone call and 2 hours driving time away.

8. We bought a house the 70s threw up in and we are getting closer to having our own bedroom, we are still sharing the basement with the adorable toddler.

9. I work at a local insurance place, setting up the technical devices for the techies . . .wait, wasn't my degree in English? I still can't figure that one out . . .

10. And The most interesting part of my life, is the discovery that one can have more than one soulmate. I don't know how else to explain being a twin. You grow up having to share everything, which when people thought it sounded cool I would always say, "Imagine that you have twice as much stuff . . but you have to share all of it with someone everyday." So, I get to have two soulmates, but unfortunately they have to share me. Somedays, it was maddening, somedays it was bliss. But no matter what, I couldn't imagine life without either one!

And I'm not tagging anyone! This is fun to do, but its pretty much a chain letter so I can't forward it on principle! (However, I'll blog them, so feel free to keep sending them to me to perish!)

Loser

I'm a loser.

No, not like a loser loser. But a loser of things.
I misplace things, I shift piles around, I drop stuff and don't notice.

But I don't lose big important things.

Until now.

I am sick with the fact that I cannot find our camera. I just know I had it for my sister in law's shower. I swear I took a picture of Papa trying on his Elvis suit to see how it fit. But do you think I can find the sucker? Nope.

I called the SIL and her parents have checked the house, I have basically torn my car and house apart looking for it, I even called my sister to see if I left it in the rental car she had.

No dice.

I'm just so frustrated because I lose little frustration things . . . Where did that pen go? I just had that shopping list! The biggest and baddest thing I've ever lost is my social security card, but $14 and a trip to a fancy office building will get you a new one of those.

I'm about to cry just thinking about it . . . so I'd better stop that for a while.

My last little shred of hope is that I did actually bring it to the 4th of July, and then left it at Mimi's house. I'm also still hoping maybe Alaina found it and tucked it somewhere. We'll see if it turns up.

Peanut Butter

2nd blog today . .

What is it about some things that you have to have the brand name? There are a few things that I am snobby about when it comes to brand names,

- Eileen's cookies are the best cookies in the world (other than those made by grandmothers)
- When cooking anything requiring soup, it must be Campbells nothing else tastes quite as good

And my most recent discovery is Peanut Butter. I am a peanut butter snob.
It started at Mimi and Papa's house.

I was craving something to eat and I saw a jar of Natural Smuckers Peanut Butter.

It tasted okay.

So when I got home to my house I was craving more peanut butter, so I grabbed the first jar of peanut butter and spread it on bread.

munch munch munch . . .

EEEWWWWW!

What is this???? Gross!! Generic Brand Peanut Butter.

I ate the whole piece of nastiness dispite the revolting taste and looked in the cupboard again.

Hey another jar! Peter Pan? Who bought this? Oh, well I'll try it ..


crunch crunch crunch (I toasted the bread this time)

Still tastes a bit funny. . . .

Two days later I spot Another Jar of Peanut Butter hiding in the back of the pantry. This time I strike gold! Creamy, peanutty JIF!

Crunch crunch crunch . . . and this one is just right!

Since the 4th of July, I have eaten 14 pieces of peanut butter toast ( 2 of which were actually part of a peanut butter and banana sandwich . . . thank you, thank you very much)

And I'm still hungry for more!! But only JIF will calm the nutty monster within!

Anybody want a peanut?

What we learn today . . .

Does anyone remember that Laura Engall Wilder had to memorize the last half of our nations history for her semester project? Do you think that there are many people this day and age who can remember even the names of all of the presidents?

My husband, who was home schooled is appalled at what I learned in history classes during my public school education. "What do you mean you don't know much about the assasination at Serajevo? How can you not be able to give me a general outline of the Versaille Treaty?"

And heaven forbid I ask him to explain something from a historical war.



Holy (pause for emphasis) cow.



Now I'm not saying that our public education system is a bad thing, but, then again, I am. Can they take a little fo the blame for our lack of desire to seek more knowledge about history? I love history, and while I may not be able to give you dates, names and figures, I have enough knowledge to not flounder by saying silly things like the pilgrims were the first travelers who arrived at North America and that Native American tribes stayed in nice little tracts of land called reservations.



Our kids these days instead fill their heads with the names of every character known to man on TV, they know the cheater codes for all their games and what buttons to push to make their interactive puppy chase its own tail. Is this bad? I would love to say that we should start making cartoons about historical events, but they've tried that and given us such wonderful movies as Pocahontas and . . . . well maybe that was it.



What can we do to get our kids more involved with history? I hope I can instill in my daughter the thought that history is cool and she should learn as much about it as she can.



And when she wins Jeopardy, I hope she shares her winnings.

Not quite Wordless Wednesday

Costume pattern on sale $1

White polyester $27

Wig $13

Seeing royalty raised from the dead . . . . . priceless

And Marilyn was there too . . . . (guess who?)