Sunday, October 27, 2013

@the Movies - Have You Been Bad?

Pup and I like going to the movies. So we see lots of them! I've always been a nut for movies, once in high school my girlfriends and I saw four movies in one day. We were downtown St. Paul and just kept going from theatre to theatre.

Also in high school I would ride the bus miles and miles to see showings of hard to find movies (no VCRs peeps!) like Gone with the Wind and anything with The Marx Brothers.

It started for me when my parents got a color TV and put the family b&w in my bedroom. I would stay up late with the sound turned totally down and watch old films. Fell in love with Jimmy Stewart, Kathryn Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, Cary Grant, etc.

When I was married to Wasband and the family was young, Saturday night was movie night. We'd make homemade popcorn with butter and watch two films. One for the kids and one for us. As the kids got older they either watched both or were not there at all. When they were wee tiny things they only watched the first one.

My first job was in a movie theatre and it was one of Pup's first jobs as well. He managed one of the large city theaters.

So, most weekends we are either watching something here at the Chez Emerson or going out to the movies.

Last evening we went to one of those renovated theaters. The trend around these parts is to pull out many of the seats, replace them with loungers (yes! with reclining footrests!) and they have assigned seating. Which is heavenly.

One of our favorite places has VIP seating where you are not only in in your private little two-some chairs with tables flanking you, but you can bring a cocktail in with you. Love!
Last night we saw The Counselor.

Michael Fassbender, Penélope Cruz, Cameron Diaz, Javier Bardem, Brad Pitt.

IMBD says: A lawyer finds himself in over his head when he gets involved in drug trafficking.

Director: Ridley Scott

Writer: Cormac McCarthy

I always love drug-infused movies. I don't know why. It's a sick fascination? Maybe. Or it's enthralling to see a world I'll never be a part of. Thank you whoever-is-in-charge of such things!

The surprise in this movie is Cameron Diaz. She plays a villainous part to perfection. She is beautiful, ugly, brilliant, frightening. When she is on screen you want her to stay there.

I got lost a few times in the plot. That's why I love the after-movie-discussions. They always fill in the plot holes for me. And I fill in a few for whoever I'm with.

There is blood and violence. Sexual content, but no nudity. Pup was bummed as he always is when there are no breasts to see!

Javier Bardem is great as well!

I say worth a seat in the theatre.

Friday, October 25, 2013


I am always lookin for sumthin. 
We are out with Momma Betty. We are in a bar/grill type place. Sitting in a booth. There is a a threesome (ha) of women sitting behind us.

One of the women is talking. I'm not wholly aware of her at first. Then after a few minutes (we were being kinda quiet in our booth) I can't not be aware of her.

She is talking talking talking. About nothing nothing nothing.

I can't stop listening. I listen to her talk about mayonnaise. How she hates mayonnaise. How the restaurant put mayonnaise on her sandwich. "Why would they put mayonnaise on this sandwich?"

I want to hit her. I want to take her sandwich and shove it deep into her mouth, maybe down her throat.

I wonder to myself why she makes me so mad. Why is her being over the top inane bothering me?

Pup and I are in the car today. Talking about people bugging us. I say, "It bothered me that that woman bothered me. What if I'm that woman at times? What if someone wants to chew off their arm to get away from my inaneness? What if I'm that woman?"

We laugh. We laugh at each other. Because we know that sometimes, yes sometimes, all of us are that woman. We dwell on something inane. We tell a story maybe once or twice too often.

Remember that quote? “No matter how good she looks - no matter how sweet she talks - somebody, somewhere is sick and tired of putting up with her shit.” We are all that woman at one time or another.

A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, but a wise man tells her that her mouth is extremely beautiful when her lips are closed. 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

For No Apparent Reason

Let's have a Marilyn day.

Couldn't you just swoon looking at this? Lovely.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Now, That's a Good Body

I've been blessed with a good body.

No, not that way you schnook. (Excuse the Yiddish. I'm obsessed.)

I mean that my body is healthy, strong, in a certain light appealing, and nicely reactive. It works mostly how I need it to work and if it doesn't work a certain way it responds rather quickly to learning something new.

Kinda like my brain.

So, with this blessing comes accountability. Meaning, if it isn't behaving the way I need it to; who can I point at? Why, that would be me!

Yep and yes. Done and done. Had to be said. For me, the visual word is so much better than a thought. So here's my visual Mr. DeMille! (cue vague movie-reference). Bloop!

Sidenote Thought - Going to the Movies

Pup, Shelley-Belly, and I went to see Gravity.

I might be the ONLY person on the planet (yuck yuck yuck) that didn't like this movie. For whatever reason, I was unable to suspend belief. I have a feeling it was my mood, but maybe a flaw in me. Who knows. I HATED it. Pup and SB liked it! I do love Sandra Bullock and George makes me laugh. But it was a nogo that evening.

::sad face::

In a bizarre, validating kind of way, it made me feel good to hate this movie. I usually love every movie I see and feel very pollyannaish in that.

Or I'm a bitch and going to fry in hell.

You pick!

Sunday Funday!

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Love These Like She Loved These

The weather has turned.

That's okay by me. As I've said, I do love summer, but grow weary of hot days. I have always enjoyed the dreary, rainy aspect that some fall days have. And I enjoy entering a different portion of my closet.
I spent one dreary, fall day at the auction of my dear friend Reechie. She and her adorable husband Neily sold their farm and are moving far far away. Maybe to return part-time here, but maybe not.


I saw her grouping of luncheon plates and whispered to my friend Deb-oh-rah, "Don't let me bid of those."

Then about 30 minutes later I made her promise to ignore what I had just said.


I used to own this set (or one just like it) way back in the day although I didn't have any cups. When I left my wasband I didn't take these with me. I mourned them the minute I left them with him. Along with a lot of outfits and such I impulsively donated. What a doofus.

So . . . I bid on these. I bid against Neily's daughter. I bid aggressively and got them. I apologized to the daughter, but said, "These were going to be mine!" She can find another set. Frankly, they are all over the place. My beautiful, tiny friend Shelley-Belly told me her daddy used to broker these luncheon plates (and other styles) back when she was even tinier.

While Neily was carrying these to my car (smooches to a gentleman) he said, "You know, if I had known you wanted these, you could have had them!"

I just grinned at him. I liked buying them from their farm. Now, as I told Reechie, every time I have guests and serve snacks on these lovelies I will think of her and her gorgeous farm.

When I got them home Pup simply said, "What is this gristle?" That's his word for all my treasures. He's kidding. I think.


It's Saturday! I am attending a baby class with my ready-to-pop Bella (that baby is so close I can smell him!) and then off to the office with Pup for some rearranging. What are y'all doing?

Friday, October 4, 2013

Dance Like Everyone is Watching


I cannot stop watching. Makes me want to get a pumpkin face.

The thumb might be the part making me wheeze with laughter. Haha!