Monday, February 18, 2008

Antisdel - The new Ebert?

Prepare yourselves. I have become a movie critic. Well, not really, I just totally loved the movie Brad and I went to on Friday. So much that we had a half bag of popcorn left over at the end. Whoa.

"Definitely, Maybe" is probably one of the best romantic comedies/drama's I have seen in a very long time. If you're a boy, don't go running for the hills and digging yourself a trench yet. Though this could be considered a "chick flick" I don't know one guy that wouldn't like it, for the following reasons:
Ryan Reynolds is good to watch because he motivates you to work out and try new hair gel. Isla Fischer is gorgeous, and Abigail Breslin is probably the cutest kid ever and will make you want to have children just like her. See? It's a win win.

Seriously, this is a great movie for anyone who has ever dated more than one person, had a kid or been in love. Pretty sure that accounts for 100% of the populations. I'm not going to give you details on what it's about - that's what the internet is for. But go see it without even knowing what its about. You'll laugh, you'll probably cry and most of all you'll reflect. And you'll want to get your hair done just like Ryan's. It's all Brad talked about for the first 10 minutes.

Okay, so movie critic aside, the rest of the weekend was pretty good. No baskets for Kayla, but she did shoot a few times and got close. Brad did his designer thing up in Iowa and work on Janette's house should commence in a few weeks. Woo hoo! The girls are truly concerned that Grandma is going to starve to death while her kitchen is being demolished. They asked her with intent worry, "Grandma, what are you going to EAT?"

Oh yeah, the blizzard. If ya'll think you got one down here this weekend, think again. Iowa was the place to be if you wanted to feel like you were in the Arctic Circle. Blowing, heavy, wet snow blanketed the Des Moines area and covered the highways. We knew a snow-in was inevitable if we waited too long to head home, but I-35 was a disaster. In the end, we opted to drive 1.5 hours to the west on I-80 to Council Bluffs, and then south on 29 to home. It added an additional 2 hours to the trip home, but at least Brad didn't have to white-knuckle the steering wheel all the way home. Only half of the way.

Like everyone else, I am over winter. I am so ready for cute pink and green handbags and flip flops. For jacket-weather and sunshine. For new swim suits and sunglasses. Most of all, I am ready to play outside on the jungle gym's with the girls and go to the park. I'm ready for long walks and even longer amounts of daylight....we're so close, and yet so far away. But it's coming. It's coming...

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