Friday, July 16, 2010

Friday Five

Five Reasons Why You Should Watch Remember Me:

1. Robert Pattinson. Okay. This is like, a given. But I have to say, I’m totally digging R-Patz as Tyler Hawkins. Possibly even more than Edward Cullen. (gasp!) I know. He has proven he is more than a sparkly vampire. And hey—I adore him as a sparkly vampire.

2. A freakishly unexpected plot twist. I know that not everyone is going to like the ending, but if nothing else, it’s poetic, and I appreciate the writers and the filmmakers portraying what *needed* to happen as opposed to. . . . I don’t want to spoil it for you, so I’m stopping here.

3. Great characters. Seriously. Tyler is one of the most complex “heroes” I’ve seen in a while.

4. Great writing. Even the guy I’m sort of married to but not allowed to talk about online laughed at the funny parts, and he totally went into this movie *not* wanting to like it. In the end, he was as floored as me. I think he’d give it a B, and we have *very* different tastes when it comes to films.

5. Because it’s a good movie. Pay no attention to what the critics said. Thousands of Yahoo users can’t be wrong, and they gave this film an A. So do I. And I don’t like giving A’s. Just ask my students.

And a bonus # 6: Seriously. You could do worse than staring at Robert Pattinson for two hours.

Enjoy your weekend!


Monday, July 12, 2010

The One Where I Gush About How Great Michael Buble Is

My blog is up on livejournal. There are way too many photos/videos to post here, too, so I'm posting the link:

Have a great week!


Sunday, July 4, 2010

Happy 4th!

I am thoroughly enjoying my holiday weekend. I spent most of yesterday at the river with extended family. We had a blast on the jet skis and the boat. Today, there’s a cookout at my parent’s house. Tomorrow, time with the hubs and baby girl (fingers crossed that “fixing our closet” is on his list of “to-do’s”). We’re also gearing up for our Michael Buble concert on Friday (YaY!)

In the meantime, I was trying to think of a special, Independence Day memory to share. I obviously loved watching fireworks as a kid. Lately, I enjoy the “fireworks” display at my parents’ with friends and their families: including the year my kid brother freaked out over a sparkler and ran around the yard screaming like a girl. And two years ago, when one of the fireworks backfired and almost took my head off. And the people across the street yelling: “That all you got?” And last year, when we tried to “one-up” them. . . . I know those fireworks were illegal, guys. Seriously.

But I think my best July 4th moment came on July 5th. It was the summer between 5th and 6th grades, and I had a “sort-of” boyfriend. We’d “dated” off and on—were definitely interested in each other—and I remember him calling me up the day after the fourth. I’d gone downtown to see the fireworks the night before. He had access via a family member to the place where they were setting them off, and had helped.

I was on the phone in my Mom’s room when he asked about the fireworks: “Which color was your favorite?”

I replied: “Red.”

“Well,” he said, “last night, all of the red fireworks were for you.”


That was one, smooth, sixth grade boy. Seriously. I absolutely melted. To this day, I don’t think I’ve heard a line that great.

Unfortunately, it ended. He changed schools and I didn’t see him anymore. I did spot him at a play just after my senior year in high school. I was with someone, and he was with someone, and I don’t think he saw me or recognized me, but I remembered. It’s funny the things that stay with us over the years, because I’m sure this guy doesn’t remember me or that he called or anything he said. But still, to this day, all the red ones are *mine*.

Three cheers for summer romances. They might end, but they never really die.

Happy Independence Day!


Thursday, July 1, 2010

Planning Stage

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Started a new project. Am 2,908 words in. Fingers perpetually crossed (not when I'm typing, though, because that would be way hard).