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1. First up, thanks, y'all for all the kind words on my last post. I don't know if I'll be able to get around to replying to those comments. But I love you all for thinking of me so sincerely. ♥
2. Last week was chock full of movies for me and my little ones (and my sister yesterday).
Wednesday my mom and I watched Midnight in Paris.
Thursday night, I spent the night with them and we watched Meet the Robinsons which never fails to make me weep uncontrollably at the end. I'm glad they had fallen asleep before that happened.
Then Friday, we watched League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Prince of Persia, How To Train Your Dragon, Gnomeo and Juliet, and Monsters, Inc.
Saturday, we watched X-Men: First Class.
Yesterday, my sister and I watched Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Ghost Protocol, and Midnight in Paris again.
Whew.
Let me tell you about Midnight in Paris. It's beautiful. With all the literary and artistic people. Ugh I love it. Except that it's a Woody Allen film, so things happen like in all films and people talk too much and say the most ridiculous things, but in the end, I chose to love it for Hemingway alone.
I'm not really a big fan of Woody Allen.
My nephew loves action movies, and since I do as well, we spent most of Friday trying to watch some while it rained and flooded everything outside. We also played Don't Let the Balloon Touch the Floor, so I don't know how much of the movies he paid attention to. I had seen them all before except Gnomeo and Juliet. And that was a delightful little show. I liked the Shakespeare statue and the frog and the Rosencrantz and Guildenstern nod.
My niece has apparently never seen XMFC? Which is odd since we own it, and I thought she went to the movies and saw it WITH us. Eh. I get her confused with other tiny children sometimes. The only time we had them both was in Thor, I think.
TTSS is a great movie. I have also read the book. My sister isn't as convinced as I am of it's greatness. I think that's because she wasn't really paying attention. And she doesn't like Gary Oldman half as much as me. I think I have to watch that movie with someone like Carina.
Sis loves Ghost Protocol, though. We saw it in the theatre even though neither of us likes Tom Cruise. But if there's a movie with Jeremy Renner and Simon Pegg in it, then it can't be bad. It just can't.
And watching it on DVD meant we could rewind and rewatch certain parts. Always a good time.
She chose on her own to watch Midnight in Paris. I read
radioaches virgin!Clint fic and tried to go to bed. See above re: Hemingway.
3. Today we were supposed to go find my sister a new tire for her car, but she is tucked up in bed with a sinus migraine. I'm about to take the dog out and forage for food alone, then.
We spent most of Saturday driving around finding someone that has a tire to fit her car. No such luck. Most places were closed.
I spent too long in the car with my parents. omg. They are like six year olds. My niece is more mature than them. Also, my dad can't drive well anymore and he insists on driving and it makes me sick and a bit crazy to ride in the backseat.
We went shopping for Mama a funeral appropriate outfit. Ended up with a dress and ridiculously expensive shoes, but eh. She looks pretty. My niece also got shoes: glow in the dark, zebra print Chucks. Yeah, it's a thing.
4. My parents are going up Wednesday for my grandmother's friend's funeral. I am to go tomorrow so I can be there when Mema wakes up Wednesday.
It's okay for me to stay there because Mema has moved back in time to when I was a teenager and I moved to our town to live with her so I could start my freshman year of high school on time and not have to switch schools.
5. In my life, I've lived with Mema three separate times, not counting when I'd stay with her for summers. She remembers that, me living with her. And she doesn't understand why I leave. She knows it's her house, but it looks so different now that she's lost most of the time.
I'm waiting for her to ask me about school or why I'm not riding a bus.
We used to walk all the way down the long driveway and wait at the road for the bus, then Mema would take off up the road to walk with her friends. She would be waiting for me when I got off the bus and we would have sherbet and nilla wafers, or peanut butter crackers and coke for a snack before we cooked dinner, did homework/sewing, watched tv and laid out our clothes for the next day.
I've been an old lady for a very long time.
6. In doing all this other stuff, I missed having lunch with Tana on Friday. My parents went to Sam's, but they weren't leaving early enough and if we were all going back on Saturday, there wasn't a need for an extra trip in the rain just for us to have lunch. Except that I should have made the effort because Tana got her feelings hurt.
She texted me about how she made friends with an old lady in the chiropractor's office, and if you knew Tana, you'd know that was unlikely. Old people freak her out.
Which is odd, considering she's friends with me.
I have to find a way to get over to her house and bring her a Starbucks coffee sometime this week.
7. I had two strange dreams last night. One: my mom missed her first day of work and I had to go over and figure out what was up. She had basically become a hoarder, and I was grossed out, and found Seth Green in her tub.
Her house was my one college ex-boyfriend's apartment with the spirally staircase and palm tree decorations.
Then I went to work for her and ended up becoming a lounge singer. I think I watched too much Psych.
Two: Clark Gregg was playing Emma Stone's dad in a movie that I was in somehow and we were all on Saturday Night Live. Jorma had written me a bit and didn't like what I was doing with it and made Seth Myers be me while I was Bill Hader and Hader was Stefon being Seth.
Then we went out for sushi and Clark Gregg dropped an octopus in my lap.
Yeah. I think I shouldn't have eaten that Poptart before bed.
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2. Last week was chock full of movies for me and my little ones (and my sister yesterday).
Wednesday my mom and I watched Midnight in Paris.
Thursday night, I spent the night with them and we watched Meet the Robinsons which never fails to make me weep uncontrollably at the end. I'm glad they had fallen asleep before that happened.
Then Friday, we watched League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Prince of Persia, How To Train Your Dragon, Gnomeo and Juliet, and Monsters, Inc.
Saturday, we watched X-Men: First Class.
Yesterday, my sister and I watched Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Ghost Protocol, and Midnight in Paris again.
Whew.
Let me tell you about Midnight in Paris. It's beautiful. With all the literary and artistic people. Ugh I love it. Except that it's a Woody Allen film, so things happen like in all films and people talk too much and say the most ridiculous things, but in the end, I chose to love it for Hemingway alone.
I'm not really a big fan of Woody Allen.
My nephew loves action movies, and since I do as well, we spent most of Friday trying to watch some while it rained and flooded everything outside. We also played Don't Let the Balloon Touch the Floor, so I don't know how much of the movies he paid attention to. I had seen them all before except Gnomeo and Juliet. And that was a delightful little show. I liked the Shakespeare statue and the frog and the Rosencrantz and Guildenstern nod.
My niece has apparently never seen XMFC? Which is odd since we own it, and I thought she went to the movies and saw it WITH us. Eh. I get her confused with other tiny children sometimes. The only time we had them both was in Thor, I think.
TTSS is a great movie. I have also read the book. My sister isn't as convinced as I am of it's greatness. I think that's because she wasn't really paying attention. And she doesn't like Gary Oldman half as much as me. I think I have to watch that movie with someone like Carina.
Sis loves Ghost Protocol, though. We saw it in the theatre even though neither of us likes Tom Cruise. But if there's a movie with Jeremy Renner and Simon Pegg in it, then it can't be bad. It just can't.
And watching it on DVD meant we could rewind and rewatch certain parts. Always a good time.
She chose on her own to watch Midnight in Paris. I read
radioaches virgin!Clint fic and tried to go to bed. See above re: Hemingway.
3. Today we were supposed to go find my sister a new tire for her car, but she is tucked up in bed with a sinus migraine. I'm about to take the dog out and forage for food alone, then.
We spent most of Saturday driving around finding someone that has a tire to fit her car. No such luck. Most places were closed.
I spent too long in the car with my parents. omg. They are like six year olds. My niece is more mature than them. Also, my dad can't drive well anymore and he insists on driving and it makes me sick and a bit crazy to ride in the backseat.
We went shopping for Mama a funeral appropriate outfit. Ended up with a dress and ridiculously expensive shoes, but eh. She looks pretty. My niece also got shoes: glow in the dark, zebra print Chucks. Yeah, it's a thing.
4. My parents are going up Wednesday for my grandmother's friend's funeral. I am to go tomorrow so I can be there when Mema wakes up Wednesday.
It's okay for me to stay there because Mema has moved back in time to when I was a teenager and I moved to our town to live with her so I could start my freshman year of high school on time and not have to switch schools.
5. In my life, I've lived with Mema three separate times, not counting when I'd stay with her for summers. She remembers that, me living with her. And she doesn't understand why I leave. She knows it's her house, but it looks so different now that she's lost most of the time.
I'm waiting for her to ask me about school or why I'm not riding a bus.
We used to walk all the way down the long driveway and wait at the road for the bus, then Mema would take off up the road to walk with her friends. She would be waiting for me when I got off the bus and we would have sherbet and nilla wafers, or peanut butter crackers and coke for a snack before we cooked dinner, did homework/sewing, watched tv and laid out our clothes for the next day.
I've been an old lady for a very long time.
6. In doing all this other stuff, I missed having lunch with Tana on Friday. My parents went to Sam's, but they weren't leaving early enough and if we were all going back on Saturday, there wasn't a need for an extra trip in the rain just for us to have lunch. Except that I should have made the effort because Tana got her feelings hurt.
She texted me about how she made friends with an old lady in the chiropractor's office, and if you knew Tana, you'd know that was unlikely. Old people freak her out.
Which is odd, considering she's friends with me.
I have to find a way to get over to her house and bring her a Starbucks coffee sometime this week.
7. I had two strange dreams last night. One: my mom missed her first day of work and I had to go over and figure out what was up. She had basically become a hoarder, and I was grossed out, and found Seth Green in her tub.
Her house was my one college ex-boyfriend's apartment with the spirally staircase and palm tree decorations.
Then I went to work for her and ended up becoming a lounge singer. I think I watched too much Psych.
Two: Clark Gregg was playing Emma Stone's dad in a movie that I was in somehow and we were all on Saturday Night Live. Jorma had written me a bit and didn't like what I was doing with it and made Seth Myers be me while I was Bill Hader and Hader was Stefon being Seth.
Then we went out for sushi and Clark Gregg dropped an octopus in my lap.
Yeah. I think I shouldn't have eaten that Poptart before bed.
Also posted at Dreamwidth. Comment wherever.