Movie, anyone?

For anyone who knows me, they know that I am a little bit of a nerd.  I'm a pop culture junky, I have been to Comic-Con, twice, and Abed from community and I would get along a little too well. In the summer of 2000, I dragged a little 10-year-old to a PG-13 movie because I didn't know who else would go with me to an oddly-named, comic-book movie.  My little brother and I sat in that little theater in Normal, IL with maybe 20 other guys.  There was not a single other female in the place.  And yet it ended up doing okay for itself (4th highest grossing movie of the year).  


This next weekend (June 3), another sequel comes out (technically a prequel), and I am giddy as a school girl once more, though really sad that my buddy won't be off his mission for another few months (His Mission! I am getting old). 


Anyone who wants to join me, I am thinking Wynnsong, 4:15, Saturday.    





ETA: Super good.  LOVED the cameos.  Two gorgeous leads, and a gorgeous cameo.  Perfection! 

Delicious

Reading a perfectly fey book while the weather is doing other-worldly things right outside your door.  It makes you want to wander in moonlit paths while getting lost amongst the creatures that lurk in the woods--the ones we can no longer see because we have grown up too much...

Happiness is. . .

• Dancing with kids for a few hours until you can barely breathe, but are undeniably content.
• A piece of chocolate cake in a bowl of milk.
• Introducing a new friend to an old one--even if the old one is a TV show.
• Goldilocks Swiss Spinach Soup--a large pot of it. . . To bathe in.
• The surreal experience of watching the Oprah Farewell with your sister and three guys, two of whom have never watched Oprah before.
• The anticipation of a baptism 
• Teaching kids how to make an origami boat, so they can build a boat like Nephi.
• Talking to a friend on the phone you haven't talked to in a while.  
• A perfect musical moment. 
• A well-done season finale.
• A perfect haircut (I don't have one, but I would like one). 
• Your yearly review going well. 
• The prospect of a three day weekend. 

Me 101

Dear well-meaning, but completely oblivious friend,

When I am upset, crying, and slightly irrational--obviously scared about handling my life--you cannot run away--not even literally.  I really need you to stay.  I won't ask, but I need you to give me a hug, sit me down to play with my hair, and put in a silly movie I can obsess over and lose my worries in.  Probably something that lets me cry but has a happy ending--on the really bad days, not-so-happy. . .  Please.  And I need to not have to explain it.

Love,
Me.

Day Off

sleeping in
Doris Day
reading
Doctor Who. . .

Heaven

Adventures in Primary

Today was a rough one.  I don't know, they just couldn't settle today, and I felt as if I had ran a marathon by the end our class period.  

At the very end of primary, I had an interaction that lifted my spirits.  I was packing up all of my bags, and TK--one of the boys from my old class--turned to one of the kids in my new class and said, "You have the best teacher in Primary.  You better be nice to her!"

I nearly started crying.  I didn't hug him right then and there and embarrass him, but it was close.  Bless you, TK, you totally made my day.  And made my train wreck of a Sunday so much better.  Thank you.

My stupid head

Drives me crazy.  I am so tired of it.  I may need a M or a K to play with my hair. . .