I need to go to bed, but here I am blogging.


I shipped the gentlemen off to the sitter today and I cleaned the office.  I balanced two checkbooks and put away stuff all day long.  Phew.  The best part was nobody was taking apart the rest of the house while I cleaned and filed.  I just have one box left full of that stuff that accumulates on the kitchen counter from oh, either Thanksgiving or Christmas when I just shoved it in a box for later while cleaning.  I refuse to have Easter here.  You know, I had Easter here last year, making it pretty much me for all three “family” holidays last year.  What a dope am I!  Just kidding.  My SIL moved into a real house so she can start hosting us.  And as for Thanksgiving, I spent most of the prep-time in the emergency room, so I might have to let my SIL claim that one, since she was in my kitchen getting things ready.

For various reasons I have watched a lot of movies lately, both at home and in the theater.  I went to the theater three weeks in a row, and that has never happened, ever.  Ever.  I really liked Up in the Air.  It was nice to see George with a love interest of the same generation.  I watched We Are Marshall.  That was great on so many levels, it had my main squeeze, Matthew McConnoughy (I refuse to learn to spell that until he actually proposes) and Jack from Lost, and January Jones from Mad Men and best of all, Lovejoy!  I had to look him up on wikipedia to be sure, but by golly it was him.  It was like a weird reunion.

I realized that Leo’s toes are doing something weird, after a little investigation I discovered that his shoes are too small.  Bummer, he really likes the Transformers on them, even though he has never watched the show.  While trying to find something in the hand-me-down stuff I found a brand new pair of shoes (bought for a few bucks on clearance and stashed in the hopes that I would remember them in time) that fit Paul who is also ready for new shoes.  Currently Leo is wearing his sister’s black cowboy boots which are a size too big. We will just double sock him and call it good until I get to the store.

I have MOPS tomorrow, I am so glad.  I have been all alone out here all winter it seems. 


The ladies, their father and I went to Bingo for books last night at the school.  We came home with 12 books, including several of Robert Munch’s.  He is my new favorite author. 

Then we saw Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs today at the free matinee, and I laughed and laughed. 

Sherlock Holmes is at the cheap theater tomorrow, I think I would like to go, wonder if I can find a sitter…

I am reading Mr. Popper’s Penguins to the ladies now.  It was first published in 1939, and it is timeless.

I bought a book for $3 at Big Lots because the title was interesting, something about loving or loathing your inner housewife.  It is causing me to think more than the average $3 book should.  I will be blogging about this book, I can’t tell yet whether I agree with the author or not, but she sure caused me to think.

Netflix sent me Season 3 of Big Love.  I confess, I love that show.

Paul and I have been potty training his teddy bear.  The bear is doing better than Paul.  Mostly I am trying to drum up involvement and build interest.

I better go clean up the kitchen, it doesn’t look like the maid is coming.

No country for old men


I watched No Country for Old Men the other day.  That is a rough movie.  I may have to watch it one more time so I can understand it better.  Maybe not, I may not have a spare two hours hanging around my calendar.


I am now in the habit of being online while watching a movie so I can try to figure out why certain actors look familiar; mostly I am left wondering, for example the guy who was in the know about Afghanistan (Phillip Seymour Hoffman) in Charlie Wilson’s War, he looked so familiar and I had never seen anything he was in.  I think he sounded more familiar than he looked.  I probably saw him in some stuff nearly 20 years ago, but I can’t possibly remember him from then, it’s not like I am trying to remember Kirk Cameron or someone that a girl in her 20s might notice.  Maybe he does books on CD.


I found a site that listed anachronisms in the movies as well as actors and their previous parts.  The list of anachronisms in NCFOM was as long as your arm.  Mostly they were teeny things like the nearly illegible name of the dairy on the milk bottle was not in business in 1980.  After scanning it, I noticed that the list had its own little “anachronism” in it.  They said he was hunting deer at the beginning of the movie, but they weren’t deer, they were antelope.  Ha, so there.


I did discover that the bad guy in NCFOM who bore a striking resemblance to Professor Snape, actually isn’t so bad looking in real life. Javier Bardem Well, sometimes he looks better than others, but he doesn’t always look like a psychopath!