Testament of Love

My brother of sweet blessed fame is coming here to stay the weekend because he has some type of award ceremony at his law school tomorrow. My 4 year old daughter loves her uncle very much(and his dog Sassy) and his wife too(She probably assumes she is coming too and will be greatly confused that she's not.) To testify to this love she kept her clothes on til almost noon because she knew her Uncle was coming. For any who don't know me and my family...perhaps you stumbled across this by accident, my daughter wouldn't get dressed if Barney himself were stopping by. She is naked and she wants to be naked and doesn't even want to wear cute nightgowns to bed. My sister half thinks I am a hippie for letting her get by with this behavior but I kept thinking she would outgrow it c'mon, it has to be just a phase, right? Well it has been almost two years of pretty constant nudity. Perhaps this isn't a phase now, but an issue! At least she understands she needs to be dressed for company-but to get dressed and stay dressed over half a day in advance-that my friend is love.

Who knew?

Since I read about it in my brother's blog I decided to Netflix Napoleon Dynamite.
I knew it had won something at one of the film festivals and that is where my pre-knowledge of the movie ended. Before it arrived though, a girl in one of my classes(maybe I'll build her a cake or something) asked if I had seen it and said she was gonna make a movie too. Did I want to be in it? I inferred that this movie had a homemade feel to it. We got ND in about a month ago, started it, considered it kinda interesting but painfully slow so we(hubby and I) didn't finish it.
Today, in my quest to put off housework as long as possible, I decided to give the remainder of it a glance. I liked it. I liked it a lot. In my own quest to know a little about a few things, I have never quite figured out what makes a movie good, less about what makes a movie great, but I liked this movie. The plot is really minimal, but I wouldn't go so far as to call it a movie about nothing. It is a movie about....well maybe it is a movie about nothing.......but I liked it anyway!(I also like Seinfield though)

I don't know if there is a ND soundtrack, but I think it's possible that they played all the best music at all the best times. My Daddy says that most every television show that made it had a great theme song. I know that isn't always true-but it does seem more true that not.

ND also had a Christmas Story feel to it-ya know that movie TNT plays all day once a year?
Maybe it will even have a cult following like Rocky Horror Picture Show-the props you could throw around in the theatre would so rock.

Laundry building up? Housework rut? Napoleon Dynamite to the rescue!

Up in smoke

I quit smoking. It has been a month today. This is not one of those half-hearted attempts to quit smoking ventures-this here is the real deal. If the surgeon general decided tomorrow to announce that there was absolutely no link between smoking and disease, or better yet if it was determined that smoking and smoking CONSTANTLY was the best thing you could do for your overall health, I still would give 110 percent effort into not smoking ever again.

I know a couple of people who smoke-off the top of my head I know two who smoke who might eventually read this post even. But ya know what-they don't have the same relationship with smoking that I had. I loved smoking. I would have married a cigarette(if his net worth was high enough). I smoked in the car, in the apartment, on the beach, with green eggs and ham, and pretty much any place. I smoked while I watched tv, while I played on the internet, in between laundry, dishes, and eating. I put smoking before everything. I did manage not to smoke while I was pregnant-but if everyone I had known at the time wouldn't have hated and shunned me if I had smoked while I was pregnant-I might not have had the strength on my own to give it up for 9 months. Smoking is what I did and since I turned 20-smoking was my hobby, my passion, my way of life.

I don't update my page very often, but I have decided to try and do better if for no other reason, but to post more than my brother just for a day, maybe just more posts for an hour than him though. I would be typing all day and all night to catch up and I have toys to organize...more on that later.

Ten things I learned from Scooby Doo

1. You usually don't have to look for trouble.

2. Monsters are usually just bad guys in masks.

3. The seventies never really went out of style.

4. Always act like you are wearing an invisible crown-Paris may have said it, but Daphne lives it!

5. Everyone is a suspect.

6. If you are scared.....eat.

7. If you are bored........eat.

8. Even if you are being chased by a monster, a quick sandwich will help you run that much
faster.

9. Even if your friends are compulsive eaters, self-centered, nerdy, or extremely cocky,
they may help you solve a mystery you just can't figure out on your own.

10. Rogs are reople roo! And dogs tend to forgive any above listed personality flaws.

Cornbread and Buttermilk

At birth people begin to tell your parents whose eyes you have, whose nose you have, whose ears you have and so forth. Only as you grow, and look inside at the person you’ve become do you realize whose heart, whose voice,
whose spirit helps make up who you’ve become. From my Daddy, I developed an inquisitive nature and appreciation of the unknown. From my mother I learned caution and about the importance of putting your family first. From my Grandma Ruby, I learned a little about patience, and a lot about generosity. But perhaps my Grandpa passed on the most interesting spark- a little something most anyone who knows me could testify to, he taught me to speak my mind. Sometimes we even bumped heads because of it, but because he lived and especially because he lived next door I spent hundreds of afternoons with him shooting marbles, throwing horseshoes, and playing cards. Some of his personality was bound to rub off and it did. Because my Grandpa was never afraid to say what was on his mind, I have
always had the courage to share my thoughts aloud and often. Like the song said there may be "things that I’ve forgotten that I loved about the man," but I will always carry a little piece of his spirit with me because it is part of who I am. I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but I know in those precious formative years of childhood I didn’t have the biggest house, I wasn’t fed with a silver spoon, but what I did have was the opportunity of a lifetime. I had the chance to grow and be nurtured by not only both parents but two incredible grandparents as well. What more could you ask for than to grow up right next door to your grandparents? How many children are that lucky?
My Grandpa died Wednesday, March 9, 2005. He will be buried today which happens to be my late Grandma Ruby’s birthday. He was born on Christmas Day in 1912. He was 92. He lived a remarkable life and is survived by 5 children and too many grandchildren and great grandchildren to count. I love him very much and I will miss him.
It’s still hard to believe he is gone.