Black Swan Was Somewhat Intense

Decided to see separate movies the other day because I had no desire to see 'True Grit' and he had no desire to see 'Black Swan'. We got our tickets, drinks, split our popcorn and went our separate ways. It was NICE! It kind of reminded me of 'King of Queens'...the episode where Doug and Carrie start sleeping in twin beds and doing everything separately--like eating out and going to the movies. What a shame my wonderful alone time was somewhat ruined by the fact that I felt so uncomfortable during the lesbian scenes between Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis. It wasn't what was going on-screen that I found bothersome...but it was that the woman sitting next to me brought her 10 year-old daughter AND (apparently) some of her daughter's friends to see this film. HELLO--it is rated R for a reason. Something is seriously wrong with this world if parents think it is okay for their young children to watch movies with strong sexual content, not to mention the three--YES three, masturbation scenes. I can only imagine what the conversation must have been like on that car ride home.

Time to Smell the Flowers...Tomorrow

I've enjoyed looking at these beautiful flowers over the last few days, but I am more excited that tomorrow I will finally be able to smell them. I'm told the initial rush of oxygen through my nasal passages (after having the yards of gauze packing in my nose removed) will be somewhat euphoric. I hope that is true because I'm sure the whole removal process is going to be pretty painful--so anything that helps me get past it (and forget the fact that this was all my wise idea) sounds wonderful. Tomorrow night will be the test: Did the surgery work? Is my septum repaired? Can I finally breathe out of my nose while sleeping? :-)

If I'm Ever Going to Write That Novel...

I really should start writing again, something , ANYTHING! I feel like it has been so long since I have done anything creative--I spend so much of my time with budgets and numbers (oh and a ton of phone calls). Imagine my surprise when I discovered the last time I looked at my blog or posted anything was nearly a year and a half ago. Granted, I only started one because it was a requirement for a class I was taking. But, I did have every intention of keeping it going. So, tomorrow the stream of consciousness begins again...much like the 'Dear Henry' letters we had to write at Mizzou.

Vacation

I don't know about you, but preparing for vacation is absolutely stressful. It is so difficult in fact, that you sometimes wonder if it is all worth it. I am headed down to Florida next Thursday and won't return for nearly two weeks. Everything really started piling up on me over the past few days. Media Plans that I thought were nearly finalized, now have to be changed. And, business has started to pick up in some areas--that is a great thing, but kind of throws a wrench into the timeline I had put together for myself.

Today was a pretty productive day, despite the computer issues and multiple meetings. But, there is still so much to do. In the past, I've had the tendency to work while on vacation. I'm really hoping it won't come to that this time because I want to finally relax and enjoy the company of my family. My nephew will enter this world next Wednesday. His arrival is the main reason for my trip--so I can help my sister with her 14 month-old while she adjusts to the new baby.

I'm excited to spend time with my niece (and of course my other niece and nephew) as the last time I visited was last May under not so great circumstances...my 18 year-old brother's memorial service. In all honesty, the more I think about the fact that he won't be there the harder this trip is going to be at first. He won't be there to greet me when I get there. He won't come walking in the front door at my mother's, my sisters', or any one's house. It is all very strange and sad.

I Suck At Yoga

I've been taking a yoga class once a week since late January. Today I realized that I really suck at it. Breathing is such a key component of yoga and I forget to breathe at all while we are going through the poses. (If I recall I think I had this same problem back when I would use the Nautilus equipment at 24 hour fitness.) How exactly does a person forget to BREATHE of all things?

And, to make matters even worse, the same lack of coordination I've always had for aerobics and dance routines also applies to sun salutations. I put the wrong foot forward, or behind me each time. Kind of reminds me of when I was little and my mom and dad would tell me to look at something on the left and I'd look to the right. I definitely know the difference between my left and my right, so I'm not really certain how this happens.

I've always thought that I had a good sense of balance. I was able to walk across the balance beam in junior high phys ed. But, I cannot do a tree pose to save my life. Tonight we were supposed to hold that pose for five breaths and I could barely make it to two, and I wobbled the whole time. Needless to say, I'm in need of a lot more practice.

Watching Chuck and Larry

Chuck and Larry is not just a funny movie with Adam Sandler and Kevin James, but it is the namesake of our two male cats. They are a beautiful boys--flame point Siamese--creme colored coats with reddish markings and bright blue eyes. They are brothers from the same litter and are extremely close, but have very distinct personalities.

Lover Larry is very affectionate and always commands attention...especially in the middle of the night when he thinks no one else is watching. We have also nicknamed Larry the bean counter, because he monitors the cat food in each dish. He's like a little sheep herder, making certain that none of the other cats eat more than their fair share. We joke around about the fact that he probably know s the exact number of kernels in each dish...hence the bean counter.

Chuckles has a larger-sized head and round eyes that just make him appear to be a wise old soul. He's probably the one that most closely resembles any undomesticated cat; he's very proud and thinks he is the Alpha of the entire house. He even resides over our pit bull. Quite a funny sight.

Watching Chuck and Larry brings a smile to my face because they are so funny. They are quite the little wrestlers and make sure they fit a bout in every morning while I am getting ready for work. I swear they look up just to make sure I am watching. So, sometimes I even give them a little more than just a glance and actually ask who is winning. As I write this they are gearing up for another match near the scratching post. I should probably pay attention to my kids before it's time to turn in.

Discipline Your Kid Already

I've been completely annoyed by other people's bratty kids over the past two days. Last night we made the mistake of taking in a movie at a theater that we know draws in more kids than others in town on a Friday night. They ruined it by constantly texting one another throughout the ENTIRE movie. You know how bright your cell phone's display is in a dark room...times that by five. It was so distracting. What could have been so important that it couldn't wait until after the movie? Not to mention, I do recall the theater specifically asks patrons to be courteous with their cell phones. Using it in the middle of a movie is far from a courtesy.

To make matters worse, when you try to leave they stand in a big circle right in front of the door. Doesn't common sense tell you that stepping to the side might be the right thing to do? That maybe others need to get by you? No. So many teenagers these days are just plain rude and disrespectful. And, there is no one to blame but their parents for letting then get away with being downright obnoxious. Where is the discipline?

Case in point. Today when I was out shopping once again there were kids running around the clothing racks (it seems to happen every time these days). And, there was a mother that allowed her kid to throw a temper tantrum while she proceeded to shop. Well, mom, just because you are able to tune out your child's screams doesn't mean the rest of us can do that. More importantly, why should be have to?

Don't get me wrong. I am not a kid hater. In fact, I love children and plan on having one or two in the near future. What I cannot stand is the bad behavior and the fact that parents just let them get away with anything because it just seems easier.