Life, Movies/Trailers, Quotes

grace freely given

Lord of the Rings came out and I saw the first one five times in the theater. We’d like to pretend that isn’t overzealous but 15 hours and around $45 later, I’m not as ashamed of that fact that I should be. There is of course a point to this and it’s probably because I’m watching it again, the extended edition…while at home in Central VA on my vacation.

The best part of my love, is whenever it gets brought up and yesterday, it was in a sermon.

But instead of going on about something we all know about let’s leave on one of my favorite quotes and, shocking, it’s a reflective one. But it comes from Arwen as we wait to see if Frodo will make it after being stabbed: “What grace is given me let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him.”


Meatballs are Flying, People!

Goal: Suspend food from the ceiling. Invite people over. Have a party. See the movie I am most looking forward to ever (I have been waiting my whole life for this moment).

The Meatballs are falling, school is closed cause of giant pancakes, and in all honesty…it has nothing to do with the original book. However, there is food and it’s falling out of the sky.

I. Am. Thrilled.

Life, Movies/Trailers, Music

Music Scores, and why I’m may move to LA

Music soothes my soul, let’s however stipulate that it is normally classical music that does so. I chalk it up to 14+ years of ballet (13 hard core years). When you dance you channel a seriously deep emotion, and add in the music and you’re a goner. Thus, I love give me a good instrumental and I’ll be as happy as a clam. But my real instrumental love:

Movie Scores.

I love them (well done ones of course). When done right, they can draw you in to a performance and can carry you along through the scope of emotions that a scene, or act or dance, is meant to inspire. My love go beyond the wonder of John Williams (Harry Potter, Indiana Jones, Star Wars, etc) and ventures into some unknown and some popular.

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Food, Life, Movies/Trailers

a major hodgepodge

So this is a random collections of thoughts that have become one post. Good luck figuring out where one begins and one ends. And they aren’t connected, I really do mean random.

My aunt and I were on the phone last night. The usual conversation ensued: about the wee ones, my job, when I’m going to regain my sanity and move back to the proper coast. My response to that was I’m not ready for it yet (I love my winter coats too much to give them up. And then it was just hysertical because she was like: so yeah…today I was hiking and Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson hiked past me…together. And any normal people would have probably been like, wow, and then topic changed. Nope, celebrity gossip me instantly went: “But! But! Sam is supposed to have a restraining order against her!” Like this actually affects me. What I should care more about is try to get my aunt on the scoring stage of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, much bigger deal.

I love the Natucket Nectars’ Pomegranate Pear juice.

So I have this great recap of my life story, that could be offensive to some, but oh heavens, has it been making the rounds via email for people in need of a laugh. I may need to include it in my memoirs one day, when I won’t feel guilt but will instead just laugh at how ridiculous I am.

The love I have for purses is pretty bad, like I don’t know how many I own…which yes is a problem. So when I took the new job I promised myself no new handbags/totes (at least no expensive one, in all honesty it actually was no Kate Spade in 2009). And I’ve made it to almost-May without one (last year I had acquired 3 with my tax refund) and I may in fact cave. Cause there is a tote, that I love, that was $155 and is now $62.50. I mean seriously, $62.50 and free shipping. I want it, I crave it, and if I can’t have a boy I need it. We’re going to see how this goes.

My desk at the office is a wreck. Like, whoa.

I need to cook and bake like whoa. This is the reason I need to live with people, and not alone anymore. Cause my list includes: buttermilk ice cream, homemade guacamole, tortilla chips, chocolate souffle, crepes, triple layer cakes, and so so much more. I need people to volunteer to be professional eaters. Thanks.

Life, Movies/Trailers

proof in the pudding

So that title…many meanings. But when it comes down to it it’s simple:

God heard my prayer; He loves me and He wants me to be happy.

The Proof:

Only one of my favorite children’s books ever. I may have done a happy dance in the theater. I may have been seeing Hannah Montana: The Movie. It may have been the happiest evening ever. Let see if tomorrow can top it (I think not) :)