Let’s Try NOT Talking About It
Can’t hurt, right? I mean, I’ve tried just about everything else to get things moving (and as of today, my most recent hope is that the full moon tonight will somehow have an effect), so let’s just IGNORE it, shall we? Maybe labor will get pissed off and start, just to get my attention. I did have some pretty painful contractions for a few hours early this morning, as well as a decent amount of pain and pressure last night during our very moody and sparkly viewing of “Twilight.”
I’ve heard multiple rumors that Robert Pattinson has terrible B.O., and imagining this actually added a lot to my viewing experience.
I enjoyed the movie . It pretty much lived up to my expectations of what I thought it would be, and I can totally see why teenagers (especially teenage girls) go nuts over it. It kind of reminded me of a blend of “The Crow” (the whole other-worldly, eternal devotion thing) and “Romeo & Juliet” (the whole “I’d die for you!” thing), and if “Twilight” had been released 15 or 20 years ago, I’d be ALL UP in that shit. I mean, as a teenage girl, what’s not to love? Some mysterious, brooding (albeit smelly) dude desperately wants you and feels an overwhelming urge to rescue & protect you…nah, that wouldn’t be appealing AT ALL to a 15-year-old Jive Turkey.
That’s her delightful self in the middle, and MY, doesn’t she look happy!
[Kristin: This one’s for you.]
Anyhoo, I read a lot of negative reviews of “Twilight” back when it came out, but you know what? It’s a whole hell of a lot better than some movies marketed towards that particular demographic. And just like the Harry Potter series, any movies that get young people interested in reading are OK by me.
Yes, I realize I sound like this. LAY OFF. I’M HUGE.
OK, I gotta end this post before I start talking about The Thing We Are Not Talking About. I will say, however, that the streets between my office and the hospital are being shut down temporarily today to make way for a procession & ceremony for the fallen officers, so it would be PARTICULARLY DRAMATIC if a certain person decided to show up. You know, a certain person who you might say HAS DRAMA IN HER DNA. DNA that was given to her in part by a woman who would really like a martini right now. Just sayin’.
Oh, and also: how much do I love all you awesome, foul-mouthed parents? Almost as much as I love the fact that your awesome, foul-mouthed selves read my blog.
For your consideration: This sixteen-year-old was raised by a woman who TO THIS DAY has never uttered the F-word.
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