Skip to main content


Showing posts from August, 2012

Movie Review: The Odd Life of Timothy Green

This movie has been showing previews for ever a year. I've been excited to see it since I first saw the trailer last year. I love fantasies that happen in the "real world," so I thought this would be right up my alley.

Before we continue, the  trailer:

Like reviews past, I won't be divulging much plot, because I believe to experience a movie, you shouldn't know what happens. I'm also an avid reader of TV show spoilers, so I don't practice what I preach, but I digress.

I honestly felt for the Greens, Cindy and Jim (Jennifer Garner, Joel Edgerton), a working-class couple who exhausted all resources to having their own child, and after a night of wine and list making, they bury a box of the features they want in their child. Later that night, a little Oliver Twist-looking urchin is running around their farmhouse. He explains that he's their son. He's a very matter-of-fact child, asking no questions about who they are. He knows. He was sent to them.

Our Husband by Stephanie Bond
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I'm actually really surprised how much I have been enjoying mysteries lately. They seem to be at the top of my reading list, and I get them done relatively quickly (for me, anyway).

"Our Husband," by Stephanie Bond, was another enjoyable mystery. It starts off with Dr. Natalie Blankenship Carmichael treating patients and going about her day, thinking about her husband, Raymond, a prosthetic limb salesman who travels a lot. They seem to have the perfect marriage that helps both their careers and their libidos (absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?). On her last patient of the day, Natalie encounters Brian Buter, a gruff pawn shop owner who is owed a lot of money by Raymond, and he's come to Natalie to collect.

Later that night, after being thoroughly put off by Butler, Natalie gets a call that her husband has been in an accident and is going to the hospital. She drives out there and discovers he has not only …

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

As a huge baseball fan, if someone asks me if I want to go to a game, I almost always say yes (there has to be serious illness involved for me to say no). Last night at Werner Park, located in Papillion, Ne, my parents, aunt, uncle and I met for a game, our Omaha StormChasers against the New Orleans Zephyrs.

Well, it had been rainy and drizzly all day. I spent most of the day with my friend, Sam, hanging out, learning to play SongPop on my phone, and we went to go see The Odd Life of Timothy Green (Review to come in a later post). Good movie. Not as sad as some led me to believe (My Girl (1992) is sadder!), but still heart-wrenching.

I made it home at about 5:15, and my dad wanted to leave at 5:20. Just made it. It was still pretty drizzly, but we hadn't heard anything about the game having been cancelled, so off we went.

There were lots of people in plastic ponchos and carrying umbrellas. I wasn't aware we could have umbrellas in the park (At Rosenblatt, our now demolished fo…

Age Ain't Nothin' But a Number

The cousin whom I considered to be a younger brother turns eighteen tomorrow. It makes me feel so old. I still remember when he would cuddle up to me to watch George of the Jungle and I would teach him Looney Toons impressions.

I'm feeling a bit nostalgic about it, but I realize that he needs to grow up. *sigh* Love that kid a lot.

It did get me thinking about my own age. When I was 21, I NEVER got carded. It actually kind of pissed me off. Did I look old? Before my time? It was actually pretty discouraging at the time. I was a sophomore in college, I was doing what all college kids did, but I didn't get carded? What was THAT about?

Here, six(ish) years later, I'm almost 27, and people confuse me for someone much younger, like...21. Let's compare, shall we?
Now, tell me. Do I look 26 here? Or do I look the 21/22 that the people I work with seem to think I look? It's got to be a combination of lots of water and being a nonsmoker, because my eating and exercising h…

Oh, computer issues...

So, I honestly have been aching to blog for about four days. Ever since Sunday afternoon. I've had so much to say, but sadly, Tosh, my laptop (named for Toshiko Sato of BBC's Torchwood, a Doctor Who spin-off),  started acting all kinds of wonky, and I couldn't get it to start for ANYTHING. As bummed as I am that I lost almost all of my music (whatever wasn't on my phone), I was able to back up my pictures and documents, so it's not all bad. Now my computer is naked, and looking decidedly corporate. If I wanted a boring desktop to look at...well, I'll just leave it at that.

Anyway, I've tried a few new things and I wanted to share some of them. Writing wise, I've found a group to review Sugar and Spies for their blog, The Indie Bookshelf (Have I mentioned I'm on and adore Goodreads?), and one of their readers started the book yesterday. I'm pretty excited to have someone read it who isn't related to me, and who I've only met via email. I …
The Diary of Darcy J. Rhone by Emily Giffin
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Darcy is just the kind of girl I would've been (and WAS!) friends with in high school. At that age, there are the people you're friends with because you've known each other for so long that if you stopped and actually looked at who they were and what they did, you would be appalled, which is why so many friendships don't last past high school.

Knowing the type of girl she is (though, I admit I only knew because of the movie version of "Something Borrowed"), I was pretty sure I wouldn't like Darcy. Not on the page, not in the real world. I've known too many Darcys in my life, and their drama is best kept on the page, bothering fictional characters. She's the stereotypical cheerleader: beautiful, popular, overly dramatic, wonders why everyone doesn't worship the ground she walks on. I honestly don't think you're supposed to like Darcy. It was HARD to like her. I didn…

How to recover from what you hate most.

I don't like people. As I get older, I realize that while there is a lot of good in most people, there are those select few that seem to spend their time terrorizing those that simply want to do their jobs, make their money and go home.

Or is that just me?

I used to have a great deal of faith in people. I thought people were ultimately good, and I still do. But put them in contact with those working in customer service, and it's like a caste system. People are horrible to those in customer service positions. I've been working in the industry since I was fourteen, and I've been on the horrid end of some entitled shopper insisting they know my systems and sales better than I do.

Having heard for the millionth time this summer that my agents are idiots, the company I listen to knows nothing and doesn't care for their customers, I'm about ready to rip my hair out. Now, my agents might not be of this country, but the fact that they can speak a language other than th…

Lee G. Simmons Consvervation and Wildlife Safari Park

Growing up across the river from Omaha, Nebraska, I feel like I've had some of the best and coolest opportunities afforded me. There is the Henry Doorly Zoo, one of the best zoos in the country (and actually beat out Disney World in a best for families vote), the Orpheum Theatre, where I feel like I grew up (had many an opportunity to explore it as a child, and also sang there in high school choir), several museums, including my favorite, the Durham Western Heritage Museum (they have trains. I love trains. Just call me Sheldon Cooper), and it's also the home of the NCAA College World Series!

Anyhoo, I never really appreciated it until I left and went to college, where there wasn't nearly as much to do so close (Had to drive two hours to either KC or STL to do anything nearly as cool as the stuff we have in Omaha). One thing that I didn't realize we had nearby is the Lee G. Simmons Conservation and Wildlife Safari Park. It's a drive-thru park with areas that you can…

Olympics: Better Late than Never

Okay, so PLEASE don't lynch me for this, but I haven't been following the Olympics like almost everyone else in the country (heck in my own house!). It's not that I'm not patriotic, but most Olympic sports don't interest me. Racing? Meh. Swimming? Not so much (though, I kind of wish I'd seen the synchronized swimming). I don't know why, but I've never been super interested in most of the athletes. The ones I DO like (Summer and Winter) are Gymnastics, Diving, Figure Skating. Call it a desire to see a story played out (Figure Skating) or sheer amazement at what the human body is capable of doing (Gymnastics).

Right now, I'm watching Women's Gymnastics and the uneven bars and the first one I saw, from China, did an amazing job. Seriously. How can ANYONE move and fly so quickly? The next one I saw, a little blond from Russia, she was doing fantastic until her foot hit the shorter bar before attempting her dismount. She was crushed.  The one I just…

Movie Review: "The Dark Knight Rises"

I don't know about the rest of the country, but after the tragedy at the Aurora, Colorado theater on the opening night of The Dark Knight Rises, I was a little wary of seeing this movie right away, as originally planned. After viewing it with my friend, Ryan, today, I'm glad I waited a couple of weeks. There were a few scenes that would've been hard to watch if I'd actually been closer to the tragedy (I have dear friends in the area, but none of them were actually at that theater, thank God).

I loved Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy. They paved a new path for superhero movies that I don't think has been met by any other superhero movie out there right now. Batman Beginsstarted a whole new generation of the beginnings (Spiderman totally doesn't count. Not even close!). Even with next year's Man of Steelis following suit. Up until Batman Begins, I'd always thought of Batman as a comical, cartoony superhero. Blame it on Adam West. Christopher Nolan …