Friday, February 27, 2009

Movies we'll watch over again even though we've seen them 43 times already

Things We Love # (we're not keeping track, remember?)

Movies we will stop and watch if they come on TV.

I'm not talking movies like "Lord of the Rings" which goes without saying, but ones you may never guess. So, here you go-- in no particular order.

Fifth Element - own it

I *love* this movie. Jason likes it, too, but not like me. I've seen it so many times I've lost track and when it came on last weekend I abandoned the computer and chapters that needed critiquing to watch it... again.

And the scenes in the space hotel where Chris Tucker spends the whole time screaming like a girl? *CLASSIC*

Random Trivia: Milla Jovovich is not only a model and actress, but she sings, too. I had a recording of her debut album on a cassette tape. It was electronica, Delerium-ish. On Side B of the cassette I had Sir Mix-A-Lot's album with the song "Baby Got Back." It was an interesting tape.

The Mummy
(the first, and best one) - don't own it, but should

Another one I like more than Jason. Granted, the mummy-guy roaring at people is a tad cheesy, but oh well. I have favorite parts and will start giggling when those will come up.

Probably my favorite:
[after a shipwreck]
Beni: Hey, O'Connell! It looks to me like I've got all the horses!
Rick: Hey, Beni! Looks to me like you're on the wrong side of the river!
*giggle, giggle*

So, I Married and Axe Murderer
- own it

One of the best quotable movies of all time. And the pressure to pick just a couple... argh!

Probably the best character is Charlie's dad, and here are some of his lines:

Stuart Mackenzie: Well, it's a well known fact, Sonny Jim, that there's a secret society of the five wealthiest people in the world, known as The Pentavirate, who run everything in the world, including the newspapers, and meet tri-annually at a secret country mansion in Colorado, known as The Meadows.

Tony Giardino:
So who's in this Pentavirate?

Stuart Mackenzie: The Queen, The Vatican, The Gettys, The Rothschilds, *and* Colonel Sanders before he went tits up. Oh, I hated the Colonel with is wee *beady* eyes, and that smug look on his face. "Oh, you're gonna buy my chicken! Ohhhhh!"

Charlie Mackenzie: Dad, how can you hate "The Colonel"?

Stuart Mackenzie: Because he puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes ya crave it fortnightly, BEEEEP [censored for family viewing]!

And the whole insulting his child with the big head -- ROTHFLOL!

Ace Ventura - own it

This is *all* Jason's movie. I can only take it in 10 minute increments.

While You Were Sleeping - own it

This movie's all me. It's the one I almost invariably watch when Jason's out of town. And yes, I still cry every time. And still laugh every time. And still love it just as much every time.

Dumb and Dumber - don't own it

This is Jason's movie, too. I would rather watch Jason quote it and laugh than watch the movie itself.

Aliens - do not own but will watch it when it's on TV (which it is at least once every year or two)

By far the best and creepiest of the series. And they should have stopped with this one, too. When the slimy government guy locks Sigourney Weaver and the little girl in the room with the alien horseshoe crab looking things... *shudder*

And then when Sigourney faces off the alien queen with the robotic loader on the spaceship...

Yeah, good stuff.

The Wedding Singer - don't own

Do I really have to explain why we love this movie? Let's see--it has Adam Sandler, it's hilarious, and there are enough 80's references (and great songs) to choke a horse. What's not to love?

There are more I could add to the list, but I don't want to make the post too long. What are some movies you'll watch over and over again?

*I have no idea why there are such huge spaces in between pictures. Sorry!*

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Happy Happy Birthday!!!

Yesterday was a special day for boy #2 in our house because 9 years ago yesterday, at 2:47 p.m., Ian was born into our family.

I love this picture. It's like baby modeling :)

Ian is full of energy and fun. He's probably our most active child and has been ever since he started walking at 9 months (earning the nickname "Perpetual Motion").
He hasn't stopped since!

He's a lot bigger now. Happy Birthday!! We love you!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Jane Austen--Horror style

Oh, yes! It's true. Check it out on my other blog.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

We're going nuts!

Status: Not going to workout tomorrow at the crack of dawn (dangit)
What I'm listening to: the click of the keyboard as I type

We've been hearing a lot about nuts lately, what with the peanut butter and salmonella mess (you can check here for the latest recalls) and it seems more and more people with nut allergies.

Well, I guess my kids have been paying more attention than I thought. Today I witnessed one of my boys' latest games. They call it "Severe Nut Allergy."

How it works is one of the boys will run toward the other (he's the one with the allergy), and just before he reaches his brother, the non-runner will hold up his hand and yell "Peanut!" Then they both make explosion sounds and the allergic child drops to the ground because he *exploded* (I guess that's what young boys immediately think "severe" means). Then they laugh hysterically and switch places.

I honestly didn't know what to say to this game. I guess at least my children are aware of the potential seriousness of a nut allergy... right?

That leads me to a wondering. Are there more people with severe allergies than their used to be? I can't remember any in my elementary school, but one of my boys had a classmate that was seriously allergic to nuts, chocolate, and something else. What do you think?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

A little home, a little star, and a little runner

Status: I think I've entered a wormhole in the Space-Time Continuum where time is moving twice as fast.
What I'm listening to: "Foolin" by Def Leppard

Things We Love # Um... Number... Oh, it doesn't matter.

Things We Love (no number at all)

Home Star Runner

If you don't know what that is, then I'm sooo sorry. Homestarrunner is a quirky website about quirky cartoon characters that is pretty much hilarious. It's a favorite of every member of our household (thank you, Cory!) Go to (or just click here) and look around. *Click on the "come on in" then click on the "first time here" little button on the right side.*

Our favorite character is probably Strongbad, a crochety guy who always wears a wrestling mask and boxing gloves. He has a whole section responding to emails and Strongbad Email has been known to make me cry from laughing so hard (more than a few times). Click on the "sb emails" in the little menu under the window.

This is a good one here. It's called "ISP."
Or Jason's favorite "Crying." This one's probably my favorite, "Montage." "Looking Old" is another good one. Just wait till the very end. And make sure to visit the restroom first.

We devote jack-o-lanterns to Home Star every year.

We love our Home Star Runner.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Keep Out

Status: Hot water heater acting up again. Cesar's going to be grounded...
What I'm listening to: "Vertigo" by U2

The other day as I was answering email and doing other mom-type stuff on the computer, my children were industriously coloring and being creative. Now, my little girl is *always* coloring or cutting or pasting or painting something, so that wasn't abnormal. What was strange this time was that her older brother was the one initiating the artistic frenzy.

My first college major was Commercial Art and Graphic Design, so I was basking in happy my-children-got-all-my-creativity-genes thoughts. My kids grabbed the tape to hang their masterpieces on their doors for all to see. In fact, they almost wallpapered their doors.

After paying bills, I wandered over to take a look at my little budding Van Gogh and realized that rather than a budding artist, perhaps I have a budding Homeland Security agent.

Don't worry. I took close up pictures so you can see the "art" in its full glory.

The focal point of the "enter and you will die" collage.

In case you can't read it, it has cross bones and says "Do Not Enter!!! You will die!!"

"If you come in I guarantee you will die"

"This is what you will look like if you come in."
Notice the stick figure marked me yelling "Yeah!" while standing over the dead stick figure with X's for eyes and lolling tongue.

My Room
Complete with a bunker (with a couch and TV - dream on!), spikes, disintegration bars, machine gun, and a dead body crumpled on the death spikes.

Here's the code box, where you have to enter the right code. And it's top secret.
*giggle, giggle* He quit laughing when I told him that moms are master code breakers.

Well, this one seems downright tame. And I'm *always* authorized. Nice try, sweetie.

And this is his little sister's door, who promptly followed suit and drew her own death threats. At first they were a bit fancier--with swirls, hearts, and flowers--until her brother informed her that she shouldn't fancy up her keep out collage. She was pretty proud of herself for improving the "code box" design. We erased it all, so that it's invisible. Meaning no one can know it.

Sorry kids, Mom overrides anything you can think up.

Monday, February 16, 2009

We love our taxes

Status: Phase one of transforming a child's bedroom into a cool army hide-a-way is complete
What I'm listening to: "Love is a battlefield" by Pat Benetar

Things We Love #16


Ha ha! Just kidding.

We don't love taxes, but we love getting them done. I'm the tax-girl and my goal is to finish by the end of February every year. Just started today, in fact.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

And she was blessed with many sisters...

Status: Doing nothing (ain't it great?!)
What I'm listening to: nothing (ain't it great?!)

Things We (meaning me) Love #15

All the sisters that surround me.

Like the ones I was born with.

And the ones I got when I got married.

And all my adopted sisters--my good friends and neighbors.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine's Day things we love

Status: Happy Valentine's Day!
What I'm listening to: "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel (gotta have a lovey-dovey song today)

Things We (Meaning Me) Love #14

My Valentine, Jason.

He puts up with all my weirdness, supports my writing, *and* does the dishes, cooks, and cleans. What a man!
He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you!!!

(Jason laughed after this picture, saying he felt like he was wearing a wig. Darn ocean breeze.)

Friday, February 13, 2009

More Things We Love (and no, I'm not cheating)

Status: Ran 10 miles this morning, and it's warmer here than at home.
What I'm listening to: The Eclectic Theler blog playlist

Things We Love #11
My iPod. And everyone in the family loves it.

**iPod story: Jason was gone last year at a conference for Valentine's Day. I was home alone with the kids, and waited for him to call or something. Nothing. I didn't expect a delivery of massive flowers or anything, but I expected that he'd at least *call* on Valentine's Day. When it didn't happen I was a little grumpy. Then the next day, about lunch time I realized I had a voice mail message. It was from Jason from the night before. So, he had called and was waiting for me to call him back. Then he got home and handed me a brand new iPod for Valentine's Day. I felt like the biggest heel in the world, and so I didn't return it out of guilt (I'm a little OCD about returning things) and now it is one of my most favorite possessions on earth.

Things We Love #12-13
*Although it really could be for the rest of the month if we counted each song as one thing we love. But I need to catch up to the date so I don't get confused.*


And it's a really eclectic mix of music that we love, too. To celebrate it I've put on a music player with some of the music we love. (I'm sorry, there's nary a country song on there.) I even put some of my favorite running songs, which might be a little hard for some of you. If it gets annoying, just click on the pause button :)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

We love our mice

Status: Out of town for a couple of days. Writing here I come!
What I'm listening to: The hum of the hotel fan

I never thought I'd be dependent on a rodent, but yesterday when the mouse for our computer died (it would only move up and down in the center of the screen - and there aren't a lot of things you need to click right in the center of the screen) I was very distraught. I ran to the store and bought a new mouse, only to find out the instructions involved downloading drivers from the internet, which is hard to do WHEN YOU CAN'T CLICK ON ANYTHING!!

Lucky for my sanity and all you readers, we got it figured out and once more have a mouse residing on our computer desk. It only seems appropriate to list this as one of the things we love.

Things We Love #10
Our mice.

And here's a gallery of mice.

This one's pretty darn cute. You can find it here. Along with a lipstick flashdrive.

A little bit of Hello Kitty (find it here).

What about this one here?

And perhaps the ugliest mouse on earth.

This pic is from an article about how the mouse will be gone in 3-4 years, and replaced by touch screens.

So soon it will Bye Bye Mousey. We'll enjoy you while we can...

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

In which Jaime tries out the life of a groupie

Status: Sick kid on the mend--maybe
What I'm listening to: "Tell Me Why" by Jakalope

A few weeks ago my sister (awesome musician that she is with her various other awesome musician friends) called me. We chatted for a bit about this and that and then she said, "Oh, by the way. My friends in the group Mackintosh Brown are playing a gig nearby tonight. Do you want to go?"

Did I want to go?! I've always harbored the secret dream to be a groupie. So, yeah I wanted to go! And, lucky me, Jason actually didn't have to work late that night and took over the kidlets and the home front so I could go hang with the band.


Of course, I didn't actually *know* the band. I'd never heard of them or their music, and when my sister explained who they were in terms of bands I did know, I was still confused. But it was a gig, and she mentioned a group that I love called Another Cynthia, which may or may not have had some of the same band members. (I told you I was confused. Don't worry, I brushed up on all the pertinent info. later so as to be a successful groupie.)

The band had traveled from Seattle and would be playing up in Park City the next night to the tune of much more $ per ticket. So, being the poor groupie that I am, opted for the cheaper show. And it was *fraught* with character. Absolutely dripping with character, in fact.

I spruced up with a pair of my tighter-than-sweatpants jeans, a semi-fancy sweater, and a pair of my sparkliest $10 earrings from Walmart. I also did my hair and makeup and wore snazzy boots--groupie-gear, you know.

The band was playing in a place neither my sister, her best friend, or I had ever heard of. And all of us have lived here for a while. Mapquest assured me that this place did, in fact, exist. So we agreed to meet there at 7:00 when the doors opened, even though the show didn't start until 7:30. *Groupies always arrive early to giggle and adore while the band sets up.*

I didn't worry until I got lost in an industrial section most definitely on the wrong side of the tracks. I locked my doors as I drove slowly down the street, re-reading the directions. I didn't realize the street I was looking for was really an alley next to a janitorial supply store. I drove down the alley past a sign that was my second clue that my initiation into groupie-dom was going to be interesting.

Obviously I didn't take the wheelbarrow sign's warning that there wasn't any parking seriously enough, because I drove past it and there wasn't any parking. But as I turned around I did get to see the front door of the "club" (and I use that term in the loosest of ways).

They did do the nice arch thing with the rope Christmas lights. You know, if you don't have a disco ball, go for Christmas lights.

So I backed out of the alley and parked (doors still locked) and called my sister to see how far they were because I wasn't getting out of my car until they got there. I'm ashamed to say my resolve to be an awesome groupie wavered a little until the reinforcements arrived. We paid our $6 (and I still think that might have been a little steep, but that's what it said on the whiteboard marquee) and wandered around to check things out.

We visited the "One and a half legged" girls room in the car shop down the alley (which was the restroom location for the "club").

Checked out the courtyard with the meditation shed...

...and this sculpture...thingey.

You can't forget the Monster Room just off the courtyard (again I use the term "courtyard" loosely since I think it was originally the driveway into the "club" which was just a 2 car garage with a stage at one end).

But perhaps my favorite slice of "character" was the large animal pelvis nailed over the door.

I couldn't make this stuff up (and I'm a writer!).
I quickly took off my Walmart earrings because it was apparent I was overdressed.

The super-friendly kitty we met and decided to name Kilby was pretty cute. Even the little muddy footprints he left all over my groupie-pants just added to the experience.

Here's the stage lighting for the, I mean... club.

And the stage (um, raised plywood platform with a backdrop of siding).

The first act was a group I'd never heard of. We bailed on them (sorry whoever you were. . . something to do with silt, or runoff, or something) and hung out in Donna's car to listen to the CD of Mackintosh Braun that they gave us (because we were, after all, their groupies). Also, that meant that I'd have a clue what music we were in for.

It started getting late (for me, after 9:00) and I began to get a little silly (just a little bit).

Then Ian Mouser took the stage for a brief acoustic set that was, frankly, pretty rockin'. *scream!*

(See! Here I am being a groupie. I was born for this!)

The three groupies.

Then *our* band took the stage.
I give you-- Mackintosh Braun!!!
**roar of the crowd of 30 people in attendance, but how many can you really fit in a garage, after all?**

They were really, really good. I liked them better live than on the CD, actually. They also told us that they just got news that one of their songs was picked up by the TV series "Chuck." They were stoked! They kind of have a European, 80's, electronic, sorta feel. Check them out here. And they totally rocked the, I mean..."club!"

Yes, that is me with the band. And yes, that is Mike Braun right next to me, the one and only drummer for the world famous group Hall and Oats!

Yeah, Baby! Take that! I know you're all writhing in jealousy. Who didn't grow up singing "Maneater?" (Oh-oh, here she comes) Watch out boy she'll chew you up (Oh-oh, here she comes) She's a maneater...

Mike was pretty cool, and very, very good. He's also the dad of Ben Braun, the dark-haired one in the center. Then the other band member is Ian Mackintosh, and a really cool guy, too.

Here's another "hanging with the band in true groupie fashion" pic. Of course, I'm not in this one. The show ended about 10:30 and that was waaaay past this groupie's bedtime. I called it a night and went home, missing the further hours of groupie fun.

Maybe I'm not cut out for groupie life, after all. But if they've got another gig nearby at, say--DAWN--I'm there!!