It's Halloween

And we all know what that means.....Christmas music in Target.
Really?

But anyway, I was having a little trouble with this year's costume.  I found this one sweater but I really wasn't sure of it so I started to ask John. As I was pulling it out of the shopping bag, I said, "so I don't think....." and John cut me off and said, "No one is going to know who you are.  Can you wear a sign?  Like across your chest, saying who you are?"

Of course I'll wear a sign.  As everyone knows, the best Halloween costumes are the ones that need signs explaining what they are.

But I didn't say that.  Instead I walked out of the room mumbling, "I don't know what I talk to you sometimes..."

John, "What?"

Me, "I DON'T KNOW WHY I TALK TO YOU SOMETIMES!"

So here it is, without the sign.  If you don't know who I am, then we don't need to be friends.

I'm a princess and this is my tiara!

Are you new here

So Sam is taking Art this semester and he came home from school yesterday with this beautiful brochure on Italy.  A seven day educational tour of all the hot spots:  The Sistine chapel, the Coliseum, David, St. Mark's Basilica...you name it.  It was all there.

Sam, "So?  What do you think?"
Me, "I'd love to go."
Sam, "MOM.  You're not going!"
Me, <snort> "Neither are you."

And I walked away chuckling to myself....

Barbie, You Saucy Little Minx

Coincidence or Not?

I looked up the movie Annabelle on-line because I was curious about how old Alfre Woodward was, and I saw that the actress who stars in the movie is named, wait for it, Annabelle.   Freaky!

Movie Madness

So I went to see Annabelle today on the spur of the moment.  One line movie review:  Scared the pants off me.  Really.  I had to plug my ears a few times.  Cause it's the soundtrack that gets you.  Movies aren't near as scary without the music.  Am I right?

So it was a good movie but here's my issue.  (spoilers)  The main character is a doll collector and has been looking for this doll for years to complete her set and the husband finds it and gives it to her as a present and when they move into their new apartment she puts it on a shelf with some other random dolls.  Not. With The Rest. Of. The. Set.  Wha...I...er....hu....WHO DOES THAT??  She's been looking to complete her set for years and she just throws them on different shelves around the room?  Talk about asking for trouble.  She's lucky I didn't come bursting into the apartment and move the doll.  Good lord...

And here's another thing, why is it that these possession/demonic movies always involve Catholics, or Atheists?  It's never a Lutheran.  You  never see a Methodist bursting into the middle of the potluck demanding to see Pastor Don. Right. Now.  I guess the demons don't want to stick around to play cards later.  Or maybe they're just not into casseroles.  Or maybe the demons just don't get the reaction they're looking for from those Presbyterians.  Head starts spinning around...everyone is quietly minding their own business...."Honey, don't stare.  It's rude."   Now that's a movie I want to see.

There are benefits to having 12 year old boys....

Sam showed me this.

What do you get when you google Find Chuck Norris?  The google search give you this:

Really wish I was Gone

Tom, "You know, you should really listen to Dad more.  Especially about not feeding vegetables to the dogs.
Me, "Thank you, Tom."
John, "Yeah, you should re..."
Me, "Shut up."

Movie Review

So John and I decided to go see Gone Girl.  It was 6:10 and there was a 6:50 showing at the theater closest to the house.  We were just about done with dinner so we hurried the boys through the final bites.  John and Sam were scurrying around loading the dishwasher and Tom was putting away the leftovers.  I mentioned giving the rest of the carrots to Abbey and things turned into a big debate about whether or not we should be giving vegetables to the dogs but I've been giving leftover veggies to Abbey for years, dogs love vegetables, well Alice doesn't but Abbey does, veggies are good for dogs,  and oh my god, why are we still talking about this, do whatever you want, we have to get going....

We arrived at the theater with plenty of time and the parking lot was awash of middle aged woman.  And 8 year old girls; "The Boxtrolls" was showing too.  We got in the ticket line behind three different groups of movie goers.  We usually use the ticket machines so this was a blast from the past and I was checking out the ticket seller's hair; this high school guy with dark hair that was bleached blond.  Well, blond and brassy blond and I was wondering how he got it that color because when I told my hair guy that I wanted to go blond, he told me no because it would all fall out before we got anywhere near blond and this kid's hair looked like it was almost as dark as mine and oh my god, this line is not moving at all, why have we not moved?  What the hell was going on up there, sell the tickets and move on, stop pushing the Regal Crown Cards, I really have to pee!!

Finally, it was show time. I had read the book a while ago and  I was curious how they were going to handle all of the book's diary entries.  I also wasn't sure how they would end it.  I was 95% sure I didn't like the book's ending.  I was leaving that last 5% open in case someone could spin it for me but no one had yet.  But as much as I didn't like the book's ending, I also don't like it when they "hollywood-ize" an ending and make the devil-in-prada redeemable or the nanny's Mrs. X realize the errors of her ways.  I was also in doubt about Ben Affleck in the lead.  He seemed to old to me. Anyway it was a really good book so I was looking forward to seeing the movie.

It turned out to be a great movie.  The casting was bang-on and the novelist was the screenwriter so the movie stuck true to the book.  The running length was somewhere around 2 and 1/2 hours but it really held your interest and didn't feel near that long.  John and I were walking out, discussing just these things when I got this text from Tom:

Well, hell.....now I want to be Gone

I don't like Mondays...

Tom, "I hate Thursdays."
Me, "That's new.  Why?"
Tom, "They just taunt you by not being Friday."

Don't you hate it when....

Everyone is sitting outside on the deck and you want to go inside but you're sitting in the lounge chair that your mother-in-law wants to sit it so you don't want to get up and give her the chair but you really want to go inside and you're even getting a little chilly and you're contemplating taking the chair inside with you but you're sure someone will notice and ask about it so you really don't know what to do....

Or is it just me?