Thursday, November 19, 2009

Neener, neener, neener!

To all the New Moon fans out there:

"Neener, neener, neener!"

(Me at the Jordan Commons Wed night at the employee screening. No, I don't work there... It pays to have a friend who works at the theater so you can see it before the general public.)

It is better than the first by a long shot: special effects, make-up, script, direction, scenery. And only one horribly cheesy scene. There was enough action to keep the men happy, and enough tension for the women. My fav was the Italy scenes. And Dakota Fanning. She's fabulously creepy. Can't wait to see it again.

To say or NOT to say?

There are some things in life that should NOT be said. For example, if you're the father of the bride speaking at her wedding dinner, please do not go into detail about how hard she was to raise and how she never loved you. Weddings are for love and joy. Not group counseling. I think there are a list of positive things somewhere on the internet you could say to a bride on her wedding day. ("You are beautiful." "I'm happy to be here." "Congratulations!") My girlfriends and I almost staged a take over of the microphone.

In rebuttal to the father of the bride (who will hopefully never see my blog) and with love to my fantastic girlfriend who was married last Saturday: "You are beautiful, intelligent, witty, sophisticated, accomplished, artistic, true, creative and fun. You have been and still are a great friend. WE LOVE YOU! Thank you for sharing this time with all of us. We wish you and your husband a wonderful future together."

My husband is where?

My husband has the geneology bug. Bad. This is where I find him every night, and during the 3 days he had off of work last week. The new Family Search site is incredible! He's already found ancestors back to the 1600's. (Hoping to find royalty... hee hee)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Emma's new do!

This new do is thanks to an adventurous older brother who gave her a haircut himself. His defense: "I just wanted to know what it was like to cut hair." I promptly hid all my scissors and took her to Cookie Cutters to fix it and ended up with this. She's still darling though.