Last night my husband and I did something that's become increasingly rare in our relationship … we watched a grown-up movie together. (Heh.)
From the clips I saw, "He's Just Not That Into You" looked pretty funny. Of course, I realize that's the general idea of a trailer and/or clips, to showcase the best parts of the movie.
It's more than 2 hours long, and you feel every minute of it after about the first hour. It had funny parts here and there, but they were overshadowed, in my opinion, by annoying character traits of half the cast.
At least not everything wrapped up neatly. I have to give the movie that. But I wouldn't recommend it as a great hit. It was OK. But I would rather have watched Ratatouille with our kids (again).
Friday, July 24, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Get your motor runnin' ... head out on the highway
On my old blog, I wrote about the joys of finally experiencing a motorcycle ride.
That first ride lasted only about 20 minutes.
This past weekend, I had my second ride, nearly 2 hours in Ohio, winding through a metro park and whizzing by beautiful homes. I loved it!
I can see spending a few hours on the weekend with the wind in my hair, blowing around town.
It was one of the highlights of my amazing weekend in Ohio with good family friends.
It was one of the highlights of my amazing weekend in Ohio with good family friends.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
A quarter-century ... WHAT?!
Sometimes our slowly advancing age freaks us out at the strangest times.
My 10-year-old daughter is reading one of my favorite childhood books.
She started to tell me about the part she's at in the book, and I told her I'd have to re-read it, that I hadn't opened the book for about 25 years.
I nearly cried after I said that.
OMG! TWENTY-FIVE YEARS since I was her age?! Some days I find myself still wondering when I'm going to start feeling like a real adult. Then something like this happens and I completely freak myself out. Adult or not, I'm getting older.
My 10-year-old daughter is reading one of my favorite childhood books.
She started to tell me about the part she's at in the book, and I told her I'd have to re-read it, that I hadn't opened the book for about 25 years.
I nearly cried after I said that.
OMG! TWENTY-FIVE YEARS since I was her age?! Some days I find myself still wondering when I'm going to start feeling like a real adult. Then something like this happens and I completely freak myself out. Adult or not, I'm getting older.
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