On Saturday, we celebrated the dog's birthday -- he's now 3 dog years-old which means he's no longer my baby. I always laugh and say that three years ago when most of my mommy friends were having their third kid, we also felt the baby lust -- but decided to get a puppy instead.
Usually one of the high points of my week, is that my Entertainment Weekly arrives on Friday afternoon reminding me that it is time for me to drop everything and go sit my butt out by the pool and catch up on all the ever-important entertaiment news.
But yesterday, I was immediately disappointed to see Donald Trump on the cover of EW. Uggh. It was with much trepidation that I even picked up the magazine. I don't like Donald and I don't want to read about him at all.
I go to a movie that leaves me feeling like WOW. It happened with American Beauty, Lost in Translation, Almost Famous, The Royal Tannenbaums (to name a few of my faves).
And tonight it happened again -- I saw Garden State and it was awesome. It was sad, funny, touching, quirky, dramatic, and refreshingly original. The dialogue was crisp. The characters were fully realized. And the visual aspects of the film were not ignored as they generally are in heavy character pieces. Yet, the visuals were not too complex and they clearly supported the story, and artistic intent, and were not thrown in merely for effect.
This weekend, while at the beach house, a friend confessed that she did indeed stick her 20-month-old son in front of the tv in the morning. She said, "I have to let him watch Sesame Street because it's the only way I can get ready for work in the morning."
I smiled, and reminisced about the good old days when Elmo videos once played constantly in my own home.
I don't know why I started a new home improvement project -- but I did. I had been planning for a while to redo my daughter's room, especially since she picked out a "fairy princess" comforter from Target. The problem was that she wanted a pink or purple room. Question -- why do girls all want a pink or purple room?
I just went over and visited Zach Braff today, because, you know, we're like all chummy in the blogging world (not really). Anyway, he had 803 comments today. First I was like all jealous, because on a good day, I get THREE comments. But then I was like, "If I had that many comments I'd blow my head off, because there would be no way I'd ever get through them all." It really would be too much pressure for me. Yeah, apparently, I'm not ready for the Big Time in Blogging.
I still have to find time to sneak out of my prison, er, I mean house and see Garden State. Does anyone want to go see it with me?