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Random Movie Thoughts

I thought about calling this a review but it’s really not one. It’s more a mix between my thoughts of the movie and those of life.

What movie was it? P.S. I Love You.

Yes, I’m a little behind the curve but I finally watched it today. It was a beautifully crafted work of art that represented real life so well it was difficult to tell where the emotions displayed in the movie ended and my own began. I cried. Let me rephrase that – I bawled like a baby. About every 10 minutes, the levees broke and a fresh salty mess washed away what was left of my makeup. Why did I cry so much? Why? No, it’s not just because I’m some emotional sap. No, I wasn’t experiencing that special girly time of the month. I bawled like a baby because Hilary Swank portrayed my worst fear onscreen.

Yes, hubs dying terrifies me. He’s only 24. There’s lots of years when he could die between now and 80 (when he’s allowed to die). I’ve never been so dependent on another person in my adult life and now….if he was gone…I don’t know what I would do. I don’t think I could handle it. I would be a big, giant mess.

The movie was amazing. Go watch it if you haven’t. Just make sure you bring the tissues and a big bowl of ice cream to help with the crazy, never-ending tears.

A Few Family Pictures

Casey, our cute little Bichon Frise puppy


Hubs & Me at the Lightening vs. Wild hockey game – GO WILD!!!


Dog again – He’s just so darn cute.


Our 2nd Anniversary Photo Shoot with Tara Bent (aka best photographer ever! & my best friend)


*So this is us – one small, happy family.

It’s OK….

…to go to Racetrac simple because they have the best crushed ice.

…to take a 2 hour nap during the middle of the day just because you can.

…to watch a sappy movie because you feel like crying.

…to eat lunch in your car because you don’t like sitting alone with a bunch of people around.

…to brag because you’re married to an amazing man who takes you to chick-flicks for date night when you know he’d rather watch something else.

…to have a guilty pleasure of cheesy teenage dramas like The Secret Life of the American Teenager.

…to read a good fiction novel before you read your homework because let’s face it, the fiction novel is far more interesting most of the time.

…to check facebook on your phone 20 times a day like it’s an addictive habit or something.

…to convince hubs he wants to go to Chick-Fil-A for breakfast on the way to airport even though you both know you really like it best

…to have a milkshake for breakfast every now and again

…to have nothing better to do than blog on a Friday night.

So I was inspired by the column in Glamour magazine with the same title. What’s “ok” in your world?


Don’t Drink the Water

I’m sure there must be something in it. Some form of aphrodisiac that is causing couples to create babies. We’re not talking about one or two mild cases here, people. We’re talking about a full-fledged epidemic! They’re everywhere. If these women aren’t giving birth in the next few months, just you wait. Another six months and there will be a whole new round of deliveries. Goodness.

Why am I even discussing this? Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe due to the absence of my husband tonight, I have too much time to think. Regardless, after being married for 2 1/2 years, the standard next step is baby-making. Yeah…..about that…..

There’s this outside pressure to have a kid by now. Couples we know who got married right around the same time we did are getting knocked up. Yes, I’m using that term. Deal with it. So shouldn’t we? Are we like those kids who are held back in grade school because we just aren’t ready to advance to the next level?

Probably. Oh well. It’s not happening. I am not going to walk down the aisle for graduation on May 7, 2011 with a baby causing my belly to expand. Besides, how the heck could I accomplish cosmetology school and stand on my feet all day if I’m big and prego? That’s what I keep telling myself anyway to fight off the baby-making fever that going around.

So no, I’m not going to drink the water. Don’t offer it to me. Don’t ask when we’re going to have kids. I might just tell you “never” because I feel like it. Yup, I’m going to play the part of the child who got held back by being as childish as I want.

Just felt like sharing.


Fighting Crime – Fictional Fun

Calvin took a deep breath that caused his whole body to shudder. Where is my backup? He thought frantically. Peering from his hiding spot behind the dumpster, he could see them: the criminals. They were growing in size and number by the minute. He couldn’t take them all on his own. It would be impossible.

Where the heck is he? He’s supposed to have my back at all times! I’m going to kill him! Breathe, Calvin. Breathe. You’re going to have to do this without him. Calvin looked around desperately for supplies to defend himself. Smoke bombs. These will work wonders! I’ll be able to run in and ambush them. Brilliant!

Taking another calming breath, he gripped the bombs and started throwing one after another. Screaming, he hurled himself into the fury taking down one criminal after another in order to save the helpless citizens around him.

“CAAAAAAAALVIN!” A bellow invaded the fray. “CAAAAAAAAALVIN!”

Suddenly, Calvin froze and looked around. With a smug look on his face at the number of motionless bodies lying around him, he replied, “What, Mom?”

“Have you seen the basket filled with mangoes and limes that was on the counter?”

Flecks of green and orange littered the mounds of snow surrounding him. “Ummmm I think the squirrels brought them outside in order to destroy the snowmen. There’s no better way to fight crime than with mangoes and limes. Didn’t you know that, Mom?”

***Today I felt inspired by a mixture of things: A Motion City Soundtrack lyric and the joys of Calvin & Hobbes comics. I hope you enjoyed the silliness as well.


That is what I want from 2011. I want it to be EPIC. I want it to be so jam-packed full of epicness that I don’t even know how to handle it all. Yes, I made that word up. Do I care? No.

I’ve spent a lot of my life playing it safe and not taking risks. Don’t get me wrong, some risks are just stupid to take. I will not jump out of an airplane. Skydiving is NOT on my agenda under the title of “Epic”.

I have always been scared to fail. Failure terrifies me. It stunts my growth as a person and causes me to stand stalk still when I should be moving forward. I am perfectly aware of this fault, and yet I have not seemed to surpass it. It eats at me. It haunts my dreams. It tries to make me eat the lima beans of life – bland nothingness. Ick.

My mantra for this year: “Even the failed pieces are essential.” This particular quote came from Rob Bell’s book Drops Like Stars. That sentence stole my breath the second my mind grasped its meaning. Failure is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it molds me into the person I have become or the person I need to be.

A lot is going to happen this year. To name a few:

May 2011 – On the 7th, I will graduate from WU with my bachelor’s!!!!!! (I know, finally!)

July 2011 – For one week, hubs and I are going with a team from our church to build houses in Honduras with Trash Mountain Project. Look them up. They’re pretty legit.

September 2011 – I will embark on a whole new journey known as cosmetology school. I haven’t decided where yet and I’m scared to death to even go at all. I don’t want to spend all this money on school and fail at it – which is why I have coined the aforementioned mantra. I’m going to do this. I need to try. I truly believe this is what God created me to do, but there is always the smallest smidgeon of doubt because I don’t want to fail.

So there it is, my dearest readers. My heart is bare. If you are the praying type, pray for wisdom and strength for me. If you aren’t, well then that’s ok too.


Shake the Dust

Let me premise this video. It’s A-MAZ-ING. Yup. Promise. Anis Mojgani will introduce you to a new flavor of poetry and will leave you craving for more. The English major in me loves the way he twists words and phrases to make such a beautiful design that is unlike anything I have ever heard before. Hubs and I had the privilege of seeing him live a year ago in Orlando with TWLOHA’s Heavy and Light show. We lost our words that night. I hope you enjoy it too.

P.S. My favorite lines are “For the springtime that somehow seems to show up after every single winter”. It’s a phrase that gets stuck in my head on repeat. It makes me smile.

Double Shot by Erynn Mangum

Maya Davis’ life is about to get very, very messy. Her best friend just got married; she has four months to plan her own wedding; her brother’s wife just gave birth prematurely, leaving her nephew in the NICU; she was just promoted to manager of Cool Bean coffee shop; and the icing on the top of her beautiful wedding cake is that her fiancee was just offered a chance at a promotion, only his promotion involves a move to Seattle. This wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t mean moving 10 hours away from everything and everyone she knows and loves.

With this melting pot of emotions and events, Maya cannot seem to decipher what God’s wants her to do. Why would He want her to move so far away? How does she balance her own wants and desires, while at the same time honoring the wishes of her soon-to-be husband? What does she decide?

This third installment of the life of Maya Davis by Erynn Mangum is a beautifully crafted story that leaves the reader intrigued and captivated. She creates emotions within the story that are so familiar to my own in certain situations that I cannot help but relate to her. Needless to say, it’s a must read. So go on and buy it!

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from NavPress Publishers as part of their Blogger Review Program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commision’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Back to Reality

Nineteen days after leaving for Minnesota, I arrived back in sunny Florida on Sunday. Even though I spent my vacation craving the balmy 70 degree weather, I’m desperately missing the single digits of Minnesota.

I moved away 5 1/2 years ago to go to college. You would think that I would be able to say goodbye to my family easier than the time before. It never works that way though. I miss them more and more each time I leave and have to say goodbye. I hate leaving them. I know I have my own life know and that I’m not a little kid but I still hate it. My 7-year-old sister has asked every year since she was 2 if I would come to her birthday party. I haven’t made it for 5 years. She turns 8 on January 22. I won’t be there again. I miss my brother’s hockey games and my middle sister’s band performances. I miss my niece’s birthday and her preschool performances. I miss everything. I don’t get to see them grow up. I don’t get to help my parents or my brother when they need help picking up kids or a babysitter. I just have to be 1800 miles away.

So here I am. In Florida. Crying like a little kid. I know I’ll be fine a week or two and that I will see them soon. I just love them so much you know. They are a part of who I am and who I always will be. So for today, I hate being back to reality.

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