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I was perusing the 'net this morning, looking at the fall movie previews, and lamenting the fact that the summer movies weren't all that I'd hoped for.

Just so you know, I wouldn't hold out hope that the fall is going to bring us fantastic film experiences. Yet I blogged anyway.

( Nonetheless, here they are... )

† I am uninspired by the blue strawberry. *frowns* Everything I've started out writing is blerghy. I do like the quote, though. Also, did not get kicked out on the first round. *confetti throw*

† Mosquitoes are from the devil. I've been having a weird reaction to them this year. The bite area gets really red and swollen and hot, and then it hurts for a few days. Also - bug spray is gross.

† Made strawberry balsamic jam, two batches of blueberry peach, and plain peach jam over the past few days. I think I'm done being the pioneer woman, for awhile.

† It's impossible to keep my home clean and orderly with the boys home. They are a whirling tornado of sloppiness that have waaaaay more energy than I do. If I told them to clean up every mess they make, I'd just be cleaning constantly. And yelling all the time... so... School starts in a month. *nods*

† My house is too big. By the time I'm done really giving it a good go, cleaning wise, it's time to start over. No, Nolan, I don't want to move.

† Saw Despicable Me Friday with the kiddos. I laughed a little, I suppose. And little Agnes was cuuuuute ("It's so fluffy, I'm gonna DIE!"), but overall, I'd give it a meh.

† My mom's in Russia right now, and they didn't take their cell phones or laptop, so are unreachable for the next 10 days. It's not like I NEED my mother; I'm 37 years old for crying out loud, but knowing I can't talk to her is irritating. She and Tom are taking a cruise down a river in Russia, though. Sounds cool, right?

And now, for your reading pleasure, here's a story in which I humiliate both myself and a fourteen year-old boy simultaneously. *curtsies*

( Get a coke. This one is sort of long. )

If I wasn't going to hell before, I certainly am now.

I spent the entire day and most of yesterday watching True Blood, the HBO soft core porn TV series based on Charlaine Harris' Sookie Stackhouse novels.

God help me, I liked it.

( Spoilers? I never have to cut for spoilers! Wheeeee! )

And despite the fact that I don't care for country music on the whole, I have 'I wanna do bad things with you' running through my head in a loop. Yikes. My hell WOULD have country music in it.

Well, I deserved it. I watched 'em all, and I'll watch next season, too. I'll need until then to recover from hearing the f-bomb being dropped so much.

Wait. Is there going to be a next season? *goes off to check*

So.  We're back from Austin.  Had a fabulous time.  Did some antiquing.  Nabbed some fabby Spode plates that were far underpriced, (score!) and some antique handkercheifs for my collection.  So pretty.

We did Austin-y things.  Kerby Lane.  Chuys, SoCo, Magnolia Cafe.  6th Street.  I'm far to old for that by the way.  I know, because I had an interesting hungover conversation with seegrimthe next morning in which it took two hours to reply in the document I was working in.

Oooh!  Also, saw 27 Dresses at the Alamo Drafthouse.  Seriously, any movie theatre that sells beer & food, and has waiters that cater to you during the movie?  Okay in my book.  And 27 Dresses?  Well, I didn't care for Katherine Heigl at all (with the exception of the dress montage), but James Marsden?  So.  Much. Love.  I didn't feel the chemistry between them even a little bit, and wanted to rip her out of the way, so I could do it properly.  Guh.  The boy is adorable.  Benny and the Jets?  Out of this world.  Though, the lyrics are right there on the album cover!  (sue_bridehead?  Can I get an amen?)

We also toured the capitol building.  I am such an architecture geek.  Have pics to post.  Maybe tomorrow. 

So tired.  There's no place like home.

As much as I would like to detail the vagaries of the Urgent Care Center on a Saturday morning, where the only redeeming point in the whole escapade was a breathtakingly smouldering hot male nurse that literally made my breath catch in my throat and my replies no more than inaudible babbling, I 'll control my ranting urge and get on with an explanation of the title of this post.  But before I get to that, Let me just squee that I watched the first three episodes of both Dr. Who & Robin Hood,  and every time Jonas Armstrong winks, I melt a little inside.  He's just all kinds of cute (He does, however, need a little feeding up.  *raises hand*  Can I volunteer for the job?)!   I enjoy the fact that Rose and Marion are both women with curves and not the stick versions of leading ladies that Hollywood turns out.  The sheriff is easy to hate, Much is good comic releif, and Little John is animalistic and bear-like without being a hulking presence.  And I really can't help but drool over Sir Guy, mullet notwithstanding, I mean, how hot is he?  Figures I'd like the bad guy.  Ooh.  Guy.  Ironic.

I love the hug generator on my profile page.  It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.  :)  Everyone should have one.

Hubs and I saw The Bourne Ultimatum last night.  Hubby was a aflutter at the car chases/action sequences/ass kickings.  I was mildly entertained.  That Jason Bourne can really take a beating, though.  He's a bit like the Energizer bunny.  Takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'.  Wait.  That's a Seiko.  Whatever.  It was alright.  It was shot in an interesting way, but parts of it made me a little dizzy.

I'll be gone Sunday through Thursday for a trip to NYC.  I have tickets to see David Hyde Pierce in Curtains and we'll probably see a couple of more shows while we're there.  I'll take lots of pictures and do a big picspam blog upon my return.  

I've realized that in my absence, I'll miss two events; the first is sue_bridehead's birthday.  So, Happy Birthday, Sue, I hope it's phenomenal and you get everything you want; my best wishes go with you for the upcoming year!  The second event is that Monday, August 6th is my one year anniversary of having this livejournal. *tear*  This makes me very happy!  My love for livejournal was almost instantaneous.  I found my way here originally through reading fan fiction at FIA.  While reading rainpuddle13's and dragonsangel68's stories, they mentioned LJ and once I finally wandered over to see what all the fuss was, I was hooked.  I've met truly fabulous people from all over the world.  There are people on my f-list not only from all over the continental United States, but also Austrailia, Canada, the UK, and Scandanavia, and my life is richer for having met you all.  My f-list has grown exponentially; sitting down with a cup of coffee and reading LJ is one of my favorite things to do in the morning.  I thank you all for blessing me, and I look forward to another fantastic year on livejournal!

Apologies for getting all sentimental.  *sniff*  See you Friday!

I own this movie and had not watched it in ages, so I pulled it out to watch while a did an enormous pile of ironing, to make the chore more palatable.  This movie is SO GOOD, for so many different reasons.  It is beautifully filmed, costumed and acted.  Alan Rickman has never been more attractive.  Hugh Laurie is a complete delight to watch.  Is there any character less redeemable than Fannie Dashwood?  Gah, I hate her!  Everytime I read or watch this, I want John Dashwood to grow a backbone, but alas, he never does.  Emma Thompson is too old to play Eleanor, but I completely understand why she did so.  The scene wherein Miss Dashwood finds out that Edward isn't married is so visceral...  I always feel it with her.  And when she gets emotional at Marianne's sickbed telling her that she can't live without her...  well, I think you might have to have a sister to understand that.  So, chalk it up to sentimentality, or hormones, I cried.  And had a fabulous time.  If you haven't seen the movie, or better yet, read the book, you really must.  Go.

This icon reminds me of me and my little sister when we were younger.  Love you, Em!

We have not just one but TWO children's birthday parties to attend this weekend.  If  you know me at all, you know the intense LOATHING I hold for these events.  *sigh of despair*  And to top it off, Aaron's fifth birthday party will be held next weekend.  No getting away from that one, I guess.

Everyone have a lovely weekend!

Movie Review Monday!  Pretty much all I did over the Holidays was watch movies...  so here are some good ones, and one stinker!  Um, and none of them are new releases.  Sorry.