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This is a repost. I am going through old blogs, while trying to find inspiration to write new ones and reposting the ones I like most. Bare with me.
The obvious – new shoes. I know they can't really cure anything but it sure is damn fun trying to convince yourself otherwise. A special shout out goes to the pleasant salespeople who work at DSW and the shoe salon at Nordstrom's. They can help ease your guilt when you purchase yet another pair of black pumps. What can I say? I am a girl.
And what's a shoe without a handbag. Whether it's from Banana Republic, Coach or T.J. Maxx - a new handbag gives you a new outlook.
Sunshine. Can you be sad on a Sunshine Day? Everybody's happy. Sunshine Day. – Brady Bunch, circa. 1970 something.
Any food topped or filled with cheese. And if you add some tomato sauce, I promise to be your slave.
And while we're on food – I'd like to add food that I don't have to cook. I really do love my husband for his culinary skills. French Culinary Institute, here we come!
Chocolate. Especially chocolate pudding. Even at only 100 calories Jell-O pudding can change your outlook on the afternoon. Thanks, Bill Cosby.
A really big glass of white wine, or a Ketel One mixed with cranberry and ginger ale, a drink which I have aptly dubbed “The Keshia.”
Writing, but not for work. There's nothing more therapeutic than pouring your heart and soul out onto a page. Whether you decide to share it with anyone is secondary. Just getting it out is the most important part.
Harry Potter and Edward Cullen. That darn Robert Pattinson is a cutie, I might add. I could read those books again and again and again ... Thank you J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer - and thanks to the Leaky Cauldron, Mugglenet and Twilight Source for letting me know that I am not alone.
The Electric Slide. Have you ever done the Electric Slide and not had a smile on your face? Have you ever watched anyone do the Electric Slide and not had a smile on your face? I've proven my point.
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. If it wasn't for Wayne & Garth, I don't think I would appreciate this song as much as I do now. There is always an uncontrollable urge to sing aloud at the top of my lungs with the whole head bounce and everything.
John Legend concerts. He is my kind of heroine. (Thanks again Stephenie Meyer.)
Comic book movies. While I have been disappointed recently by The Watchmen, Wolverine and Transformers, I still get excited at the thought of what’s to come because the Dark Knight and Iron Man were so remarkable. Smart movies can exist.
Knowing that I am loved unconititionally by my family and close friends. Some folks think my enthusiasm about Harry Potter and the like is quite charming. All you other haters can suck it.
My friends. Like DMX said "Ride or Die". If I ever needed a getaway driver, I know there are a few people I could call. In fact, any time I may need to "Set it Off" they will probably help me plan the robbery.
Saving money. There is nothing more thrilling than knowing you just saved $50 on a dress because you found that 30% off Ann Taylor coupon in the bottom of your new handbag. It helps ease the guilt of buying those black pumps you really didnt need. Now they were practically free. (That is what I call Shop-a-holic's logic.)
Thanks for reading. So, now I challenge you – what makes you smile? Don't be shy. Share.
I am working my way backwards on reviews of summer movies. This week keep your eyes out for reviews of Wolverine and Star Trek, particularly for all you slackers who need to get off your ass and make it to the theatres to see the best movie of 2009. And for any of you wondering if there is a review coming of Obsessed, simmer down – Beyonce can’t get it from me in theatres. I will buy an album for $14.99 but she will not get my $10.00 to see her on the big screen. I was dragged to see Dream Girls, reluctantly and thank goodness for Jennifer Hudson.
With that said, I have never been a fan of chick flicks. I prefer crude humor and masochistic violence to a sentimental love story. My life is has enough drama, I don’t need a movie for me to have a good cry. This is why I loved The Hangover.
It’s typical of what you expect a bachelor party in Vegas to include – middle-aged men in search of young strippers and overindulgent drinking. Complete with the obnoxious frat boy mentality that I am reluctant to say, many married men of a certain age exhibit when they feel the need to let go and give in to their inhibitions, The Hangover is good for multiple laughs from beginning to end.
You’ve seen the trailer, you know the premise: a couple of buddies head to Vegas for a bachelor party and somehow in between all of the night’s antics, the groom goes missing. The day after, the three remaining friends try to backtrack their steps from the night before to track the groom down in order to get him to the alter in time. We’re not looking for originality in a film of this type, we know what we’re getting when we walk into the theatre – what we want is simply entertainment.
Moderately offensive jokes followed by a combination of unrealistic situations with people continuously being struck for no reason, kept me laughing aloud. However, while hilarious, there were quite a few very predictable moments, which were easy to forgive, especially when a homosexual gangster who is missing his man-purse and an angry Mike Tyson, in search of one of his prize possessions, delivers the punch lines.
Although many of the movies funniest moments are in the trailer, it’s just as funny seeing them in context as the inept trio tries to figure out what sick antics took place the night before and where their beloved friend may be. While not as smart as Old School or any of Apatow’s or Rogen’s creations, The Hangover did not disappoint.
And yet I am disappointed. As I think about the, “What happens in Vegas…Stays in Vegas” mantra, I think about me and my girlfriends hanging out in Sin City last summer and realize we clearly didn’t take advantage of all the town had to offer. We all managed to wake up with full knowledge of everything that happened the nights before, whether we wanted to remember or not.Have you seen The Hangover or do you plan to see it? Let me know what you think.
This is a repost from another blog...The hardest part about telling you how this movie made me feel is trying to tell you the story without spoiling the movie. So, instead, I will just say that if the world is going to come to an end tomorrow, there is only one thing I want - my friends and family safe from harm. But if there is even the slightest chance that mankind can see it through the darkness, I want Will Smith to be on the front lines.
When I think about the number of musicians who have successfully crossed over into acting, the list is short but Smith is at the top of the charts – closely followed by Mark Wahlberg and yes, Queen Latifah. He has managed to make me forget about his decade-long stint as the Fresh Prince and bubble gum rap lyrics that secured him countless Grammys. I am convinced, he was meant to be an actor and used the rap game to get his foot into the door. Entertainment Weekly named him one of the smartest people in Hollywood, one of the few African-Americans on the list - a title he aptly deserves.
He has managed to stay away from the predictable and stereotypical black films that often plague theatres and even if his movie tanks, he is still a box-office draw of epic proportions.
Smith’s performance in I am Legend demands that viewers become emotionally invested in the plight of his character. When his heart breaks, my heart broke. The panic and anxiety his character felt, gave me butterflies and when he got mad – I could feel my pressure rise.
Like many who have seen this flick, I often found myself comparing the film to Castaway with Tom Hanks who also did a phenomenal job with the task of solely carrying a movie through and forcing viewers to feel heartbreak when his soccer ball floated off into the vast ocean.
The trailers are a bit misleading, so, I must warn you, if you go into the theatre expecting to see a horror flick like Dawn of the Dead or 28 Days Later, you will be sorely disappointed. This drama is about attachment and loneliness, sacrifice and love; and Smith does a remarkable job in carrying the movie through the extended silences and tense sequences with his best friend, Sam.
It inspired me to believe again that in our world, one man can still make a difference and I walked away feeling extremely sentimental and hopeful and of course, with a renewed respect for the power and mastery of Bob Marley.
"Won’t you help me sing, these songs of freedom?"
Dude, so here's my first blog. I have been hesitant to start because I know it will be challenging for me to keep up. In my 35 years I have yet to master efficient time management but this blank page has been driving me up a wall. If it wasn't for Red Bull and Snickers Charged, I'd never get half the stuff done that I need to.
Any reco's on how to better manage my time and still work like a dog for "the man?"
