Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Part II

JJ had another rough afternoon at daycare today. But tonight at home was much better. She was back to using her manners, back to listening, and, thank goodness, back to using her big girl words. That screeching just about did me in. On the whole, she is generally a well mannered little girl. She gets excited from time to time and certainly in new situations but what 3 year old doesn't? For whatever reason, she has had a bee in her bonnet for the past few days. I think she is on the upward swing. I have an issue that I need to bring up with her teacher tomorrow regarding naps. It's minor but hopefully it will make the difference.

Tonight we did our first "acts of kindness" as JJ calls them. We had a bag of treats and we stopped at a few places. We hit my aunts place first. I called ahead to ask them NOT to answer the door. JJ got out of the car, ran to the door, left her treats on the step, rang the door bell and ran like hell. The whole time she is giggling and talking a mile a minute. I stood by the car and took photos of her. We went to Jay's next but it wasn't a ring and run. JJ had this big plan that she came up with on the way there. She was going to ring the bell and shout "Happy Wednesday!" when Jay answered. But she forgot all about the when she saw Lukey and Sunny. All she cared about was the dogs. Finally we went to my parent's house. She left candy at the front door, rang the bell and then ran to the backdoor to go in the house. She opened the door and promptly yelled "Nana, Grampy go get your candy!" The whole adventure was hilarious! My aunt called and said she could hardly stand not peeking out the window at us.

Every night after I tuck JJ into bed, I turn off the lights and we talk for a few minutes. Sometimes we make up stories, sometimes we sing, and sometimes I ask her about her day. It's really the only time she'll talk to me without any distractions. Tonight, I told her she was such a great girl, that I had alot of fun with her this evening, and that I was very impressed with her manners. I asked her what her favourite part of the evening was and she said "Doing the kindness, Momma". And that one single sentence, my friends, makes it all worthwhile.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

I Don't Wanna Be Punched

JJ has been a bit of a hellraiser the past few days. Sunday was frustrating beyond belief. She didn't listen to a word we said, she screamed rather than spoke, and thought pushing and hitting was all of a sudden acceptable. I thought she had cabin fever from being at home for 4 days.

It turns out she had an awful day at daycare yesterday too. Her teacher said she wouldn't listen, she was screaming, pushing, her friends, used one little boy's head as a drum, and was out right defiant with another teacher. Last evening wasn't much better. JJ experienced multple time outs last evening.

Today, her teacher said she had a much better day. However, the minute we started walking to the car at daycare, she was screeching at me. It didn't go over well. We got her in the car and she asked for a hug. I gave her a few hugs and then got in the car. As we started to drive away, she starts fake crying and whining that she wants a hug. At first, I tried to explain that I couldn't reach her and it wasn't safe to take off my seatbelt. She continued and finally I told her that I was done talking to her about it. She had a choice to make. She could stop crying and get a hug when she got home or if she chose to keep crying and whining I would punish (new word for her) by taking her Dixie Chicks CD when we got home. She turn off her fake crying and says "But I don't wanna be punche, Mommy." Oye. It took me awhile to clarify for her because I was laughing so hard.

I have to make sure to explain to daycare tomorrow incase she tries to tell them I was going to punch her. What funniest about this is that I have *never* hit her. I have never even tapped her hands if she went near a stove or something. Kids.

Here's a little side note, she is currently screaming at the top of her lungs because I just took away the CD. I've been asking her to lay down and go to sleep for over 30 mins now. Fun.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Try It

Have you every Googled your own name before? Try it some time. I was watching a show (W5 or Dateline or something of that nature) and they suggested you try Googling your child's name. The suggestion was especially for parent with child old enough to use a computer by themselves. The idea is to see if perhaps your child has given out personal info online.

I Googled my own name earlier and here is one of the top 4 results of my search:

*Insert my real name here* is a model who worked with Playboy in the mid-to-late 1990s.

[edit] Appearances in Playboy special editions
Playboy's Sexy Girls Next Door Vol. 1 March 1998.
Playboy's Nudes December 1998 - pages 12-13.
Playboy's Nudes December 1999 - pages 22-23.

Great, porn. Isn't that what everyone wants to see attached to their name? Nothing says hot like a good dose of pink eye.

Good Grief! This was the top result when I Googled the Littlest Princess' name:

*Insert L'il Princess' name here* is an American model. She was Playboy's Playmate of the Month for March 2005. She landed her gig with Playboy after appearing on The Howard Stern Show and posing for test shots, taken by members of the Stern crew. This occurred soon after graduating high school in the town she grew up in, Washington, Missouri.
She had a memorable presence on the Howard Stern show in 2004 and 2005 (as a topic of conversation and in her appearances/call-ins) largely surrounding the crews correct predictions of their perceived "corruption" of her and her stereotypical fall-from-innocence. This included, most laugh-inducingly, that she had had a series of sexual interludes with comedian
Pauly Shore. She also mentioned more in passing that she previously dated 7th Heaven actor David Gallagher for several months during one of her later interviews.

What have I done to her? That's it. Tomorrow we officially change her name to Littlest Princess. I have no other option.

I ran Mr. Princess' name too. No porn references for him. Only Littlest Princess and I. Aren't we lucky?

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Pink Eye

I have freakin' pink eye. I woke up in the night and my left eye was crusted shut. I got up to look in the mirror and sure enough it's is glowing red. I went back to bed and when I woke up and 7 am I had to ge a hot cloth to get my eye open. Gross. I hate pink eye. Now that I think of it, my eye was a bit itchy before I went to bed.

As soon I as was done prying my eye open, I disinfected everything I could have possibly touched. I don't know where I could have picked this up. JJ and I have been home sick since Thursday. She seems fine. We went to a party at McDonald's yesterday afternoon but PE doesn't incubate that quickly does it? Dammit, I'm not happy. This means I miss yet another day of work. This dose is bad enough that I need antibiotics and that can't happen until tomorrow.

Just so you know, I'm going to put about this all day...maybe longer.

Friday, February 23, 2007


Here are a few headlines that have caught my attention lately:

CNN this morning - "Roaming death squads litter city with bodies" I didn't even open the article. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. I'm thankful, as always, to be Canadian.

Capital FM News on Tuesday - "Prime Minister Stephen (just don't call him Steve) Harper has committed $110 million to AIDS research and philanthropists, Bill and Melinda Gates have committed $20 million" Okay, I have a few things to say here. Obviously I think AIDS research is important but $110 million? I have to ask, with our crumbling hospitals, dying medicare system, lack of doctors and chronic shortage of nurses, just who is going to administer the treatment when they find a cure? We can allocate $110 million to AIDS research but we can find a few hundred thousand to fund a few more seats at med schools? Now, I*know* these are separate federal and provincial issues. However, our health care system is in trouble across the country. Alberta already has somewhat of a two-tier healthcare system. Provinces fight over nurses. Pierre Trudeau's medicare system is, in my opinion, dying. Cancer patients wait almost a year to start treatment in some cases and that is after the ridiciously long wait for a diagnosis. Okay, I'm done now. Not because I have said everything I have to say but because my brain is being taken over by meds now.

Can't remember the source - A late night television comedian refuses to use Britney's latest situation as material. He says it's not a laughing matter. Oh c'mon, you knew I was going to comment on her in some form. It's about damn time someone realized this girl is ill. I think that girl is suffering from post partum and/or is manic depressive. I'm certainly no expert but it plain to see she is very ill. Kudos to this comic for taking the high road.

JJ and I are home sick again. She has a terrible cough...much worse than yesterday. Me, I'm just hoping my head doesn't explode from sinus pressure. I'm thinking seeing that happen as a child would leave long lasting trauma. ;)

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Sick Day = Crafts

JJ and I are home sick today. She has a very runny nose, a cough, and is generally run down. I have a sore throat and sinus headache that just won't quit. We've had a pretty laid back day. A few movies, a few naps and, of course, crafts.
JJ loves her crafts. For the last few week she has been working on her own scrapbook. She is very particular about picture placement, embellishing, color etc. I was sitting at my scrapbook table doing some easy things while she scrapbooked at her table. She saw me pull out some rub-ons and said "I'm right her if you need my help, Mom." Not 30 seconds later she was over helping me with my rub-ons. She only started using rub-ons earlier this week and informed me that she was an "excellent popsicle stick user"...LOL. Little does she now that is a precision application tool...right KimMartha?
I'll have to post a few pictures of her scrapbook. She is very proud of it and wants to take it to daycare tomorrow to show her friends. She was on the phone talking to her Nana earlier and told Nana that she was taking the Sbook to daycare tomorrow but was only showing it to the people who like her. Hopefully, that means everyone.

On another note, I went on a sleigh ride with the daycare yesterday. I popped by the daycare on my way to the sleigh ride to see if they needed me to take anything. Carla had extra room in the van and invited me to ride with she and the kids. We had a great time!

Monday, February 19, 2007

Is It Time For Bed Yet?

Unfortunately, it's not even close to supper time yet. I'm sooo tired and it's going to be a long afternoon. The littlest Princess woke up last night around 2:30 am. She said she wasn't sick or anything. She just couldn't sleep. I can relate. I've had that problem a few times in the past few weeks.
I asked her what I could do to help her sleep and she said the "cowboy song" would help. So at 3 am I'm scouring the house for a Dixie Chicks CD. I would have run around the block if would help her get back to sleep. I finally found the CD and left her room. It wasn't long until the "cowboy song" came on and I was laying in bed listening to her sing "Cowboy Take Me Away". It's her favourite song lately and I love to listen to her sing it. But not so much at 3:15 am.

At 4 am, she called out that she needed to be covered up. She also informed us that it was snowing outside. The little bugger had been standing on her bed looking out her window. I rolled over and grunted to the Mister that he is now on duty. He got up and tucked her in. Only about 20 mins go by and she is calling out again because she has lost her polar bear. Eric started to get a bit frustrated with her but then she pulls this out of her bag of tricks..."But Daddy, it's the polar bear YOU gave me and I love him and I need him...sniff, sniff." Hee hee....that's MY girl. Of course, he crumbles and searches frantically for the bear.

The poor thing finally fell back to sleep around 5 am. We have to wake her up at 6:30 to get ready for work. I just couldn't do that to her after only having been asleep for 90 mins. So I let her sleep until she woke up (8:30) and Eric came to get us when he could get away from the office. I got to work at 11:30.

Okay, so I've never been at daycare at lunch time before. Our kids eat in a diningroom at a table just their size. There is another table with the bowls, utensils, food, cups, and milk. The kids serve themselves!! JJ's class was done eating when she arrived so I had a bird's eye view watching her serve herself. It was so freaking adorable. I wanted to cry. I usually have my camera with me but I left it at home today in the rush to get out the door. I'm kicking my behind now.

Anyway, it sparked a great idea for me. I'm going to talk to JJ's teacher and ask if she would document JJ's day at daycare if I sent a disposable camera or two. You know, a layout (or small album) that is all "A day in the the life of JJ" I'm totally excited about this. I think the teacher will be totally on board for this. I think the owner will love it too. I can't wait to mention it after work.

Saturday, February 17, 2007


Brrriiinng! Riiiiiinngg! Hey, Britney? It's Princess, again. Yeah, it's been awhile since we last talked. So, what the hell were you thinking when you shaved your head?? If you didn't look like a horse's ass before, you sure do now. Oye.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Retail Therapy Continued

This certainly has been a long splurge of retail therapy. In all fairness, I can't really call it therapy anymore. I don't really need therapy for anything at this point. NOT ONE SINGLE COMMENT FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY - who know who you it.

I made a little trek to the mall again today at lunch time. I had some great finds last week. I decided I like them so much I'd go buy all kinds in different colours. I'm crazy like that you know. I figure if you like it and it works, buy up!

What was my great find? A new bra! It' awesome! It makes it look like I have something to put in one...other than kleenex! That's alot of exclamation marks!! I don't remember the name of it but I'll find out for tomorrow night. I'd suggest you run out and buy one as soon as I give you the details. Your girls will thank you for it ;)

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Oh Yeah...

Team McSteamy - WOOT!! Holy hell, did you see him put his hand on Shepard?!? He has a heart! He's sooo awesome!

#1 (and only) McSteamy Fan over and out

Hey Niiiccckkyyy

Told you so!! I told you, didn't I? Didn't I? He's her knight in shining armour. I knew he save her.

You Think You Know But You Have No Idea

Someone made a comment to me not too long ago about my comfortable life. I think it came up in a conversation about things usually just falling into place for me. Anyway, the particular comment that caught my attention was one about my "cushy job" and how I seem to have everything handed to me on a silver platter.
I'll have you know that I have worked my ass off for everything that I have. I say this in a calm tone. I'm not irritated by it, I just feel the need to say this. I got to this point my life after a long struggle.

I know the person who made these comments has no idea that it took me over 8 years to get my degree. I did the first 2 years of my degree as a full time student. After that, I accepted a job with a different gov't department than where I am now. I worked full-time there. At the same time I worked Tuesday nights at a local pub from 8 pm until 3 am..only to get up for my day job 3.5 hrs later. I also worked Saturdays at the same pub. While working these 2 jobs, I finished my degree by taking 3 courses per semester as well as taking classes during intersession and summer session. Did I mention I hated that full-time job? It was wretched and I cried almost daily. Somewhere in between working 2 jobs and attending 3 hour classes 3 evenings a week, I had to find time to study and complete assignments. No to mention, see my husband, eat, and sleep. Oops, I forgot to add driving time to that too. Oh, and showering and household chores too.

All told, to get my degree etc it took me 9 years to get to my "cushy" job. Oh and for the record, I like my job but it's not cushy. So, how's that? I just handed it all to you on a silver platter. Should I feed it to you with a silver spoon too? ;)

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy V-Day to Me!

Awhile back I wrote post about people might perceive me having only read this blog and never met me. Well, that has gone a step further today. It's all harmless but it made me laugh. I was walking down King St at lunch time and I was approached by two completely separate people. The first girl had a basket. She handed me something and said "Happy Valentine's Day". After I walked away I looked in my hand and it was condom. As you can see it is in an appropriate red wrapper. I chuckled about it...I'm sure it was a safe sex/HIV activist and it's no big deal to me. Next I go to Read's Newsstand to get a magazine. As I'm paying, one of the employees behind the counter (not the one waiting on me) hands me a package of mints and says "Happy Valentine's Day.". Now take a close look at the photo...enlarge it if you must. Look at the name of the mints - MAKEOUT MINTS!! Hot diggity!! A condom and makeout mints from complete stangers on Valentine's Day. What more could a girl ask for?!?!
As I'm giggling about my good fortune. I start thinking about my Princess charm and my Sarahdipity - all in good humour of course. I must ask, why me? Do I just look approacheable? Do I look like a hussy? Do I look like I need to get laid? Maybe it's because I look like Lorelai Gilmore...LOL . Hmm...maybe if I head outside and stand still for a minute someone will offer me a "good time". Hey, I'm just looking to round out my other 2 gifts.
I have people approach me all the time. Anyone who spends any amount of time with me with back me up on this. My mother said this even happened when I was a child. One day I was telling her that old men, puppies, and babies seem to be drawn to me. I was semi joking because it is actually somewhat true. She said that has always been the case and she wasn't kidding.
Oh well whatever the reason, it's shaping up to be a good night ;)

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Crazy is Crazy

I work downtown and tend to meet up with the crazy folk on a semi-regular basis. In my mind, most of the people are harmless. They may seem a bit crazy at first glance but I'm relatively confident it is just an air...a defense against the harsh world if you will. I also think some probably need to be medicated for mental health issues but are again relatively harmeless. But every once in awhile, someone crosses by path that I am convinced is completely crackers! Nuts, alot of cards short of a deck, completely unhinged and crazy!

I was having coffee with a friend at Tim's today and just before leaving I noticed a man sitting close to the door. It would have been difficult not to notice, really. That fact that every time someone walked by him he put his arm straight out, made a gun with his fingers, made a firing noise and then said "I'm going to fucking kill you!" kinda made it hard for him to go unnoticed. I tried to look cool and told Paula about him. We decided to leave at that point. We headed to the exit furthest from him just has he got up and walked toward the same exit. We quickly changed direction and left through the other door.

Once outside, I told Paula I was walking with her as far as I could. I normally walk back to work through an alley. I thought it best not to take that route with Mr. CrazyPant roaming around. We were waiting at the corner for the walk light and he walks up behind us. I immediately move so my back is not to him and I can see him. Rule #1 about crazies - keep your eyes on them!! The whole time he is standing at the corner with us, he is talking to himself. I kept hearing say stuff about "the fucking goverment" and "gonna kill you". Paula crossed the street and I'm left alone with him until the light changes. Paula didn't took her eyes off of me until my light changed too. I walked back to work just as fast as my short stumpy legs could take me. I didn't even turn to see if he was behind me.

I was really afraid of this nutball. I don't scare easily when it comes to meeting people. The nature of my job has me knocking on stranger's doors day in and day out. But this guy was scary. I hope I don't ever knock on his door, or meet him in the alley, or on the street. Hell, I don't want to see him across the corner. Creepy.

Monday, February 12, 2007

The Mickey Mouse Watch

The kindergarten layout that Jay posted yesterday sparked a very vivid memory for me. We went to the same kindergarten but we went 3 years apart. Upon seeing Jay's class picture, my own kindergarten class picture filled my mind. I was then immediately transported back to my kindergarten graduation. I can remember it all so clearly. I know what I was wearing, I can see my parents in the audience and most of all I can remember the awful, sinking feeling in my stomach. I was so sad to be leaving Mrs. Coyle that I cried the whole way through. I'm sure most parents thought I was just upset because of the people. In reality, I was devastated to be leaving her. I can even remember Mrs Coyle whispering in my ear when she came over to give me a hug to make me feel better. I can remember Natalie and Amanda sitting beside me.

The thoughts of my kindergarten graduation and being so upset actually bring forth an even stronger and deeper memory for me. When I think of that day, I immediately picture the watch on my arm.

Before I go any further, there are two things you need to know about me 1) as a child I was obssessed with Mickey Mouse 2) I was extremely close with my grandparents and they were everything to me. I say were because they have since passed away - that's a story for another day.

Like I said, I loved Mickey Mouse as a child and I has always wanted a Mickey Mouse watch. I remember asking for one over and over again. Keep in mind this all take place when I was no more than 5 years old. I distinctly remember telling my grandfather how much I wanted a Mickey Mouse watch. One Saturday morning, he and my Nana came to town to visit. I was standing in the kitchen and Grampy said he had something for me. He handed me a watch and told me it was a Mickey Mouse watch. Looking back now, this watch was not pretty nor was it really a Mikey Mouse watch. It had a black strap, a white face with black numbers and a wide plastic rim around the face. But I was beside myself with glee. Grampy told me that it was a Mickey Mouse watch but that this kind didn't have a picture of Mickey on it. That was good enough for me. If my Grampy said it was a Mickey Mouse watch, I believed him whole- heartedly.

Fast forward to the morning of my kindergarten graduation, I remember begging my mom to wear the watch. It was huge on my wrist and certainly didn't match my blue dress. But I couldn't possibly go to my graduation without my Mickey Mouse watch. It was my most important possession I even remember fiddling with it during the ceremony and how heavy it was on my arm.

I no longer have the watch. I know it was thrown away when I was still small. The watch memory is one of my favourite memories. I called my mom earlier and asked her to take a look for one of my kindergarten photos so I can scrapbook this story. I wish I still had the watch.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Winterfest II

So I was a little negative about Winterfest yesterday. No one has said anything but I feel a bit guilty about my bitching. Let me clarify that my complaining about WF had nothing to do with the event and everything to do with me.
My brilliant idea of walking over there with my 3 year old didn't pan out. The fact that I'm lazy as hell and sooo not in shape didn't help matters at all. After a bit a reflection, I really didn't plan my attack on this event well or take my physical abilities, or lack of, into account.

Today I can't even touch my biceps let alone lift anything and my knees are killing me. What was I thinking??? Winterfest is great for older children. I'm just not sure I would drag my 3 year old along for the walk again. Taking a sled was not an option. As I mentioned yesterday, there was not alot of room for cars and pedestrians on the path to the site. Having JJ in a sled simply would not have been safe. The good news is that she loved the slides.
I drove past at 5:30 tonight and the heavy equipment was already tearing everything down. So long till next year....if I've recovered.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Winterfest - Ouch

JJ and I ventured over to Winterfest this afternoon. I was all gung-ho to go this afternoon and I was looking forward to going again with my cousin and her family tomorrow. We live very close to the Winterfest site. In fact the entrance is pretty much at the end of our street. Boy is that deceiving. Oye. It was a loooooooong, difficult walk from Sunset drive donw the the actual site. There wasn't alot of room for pedestrians so it wasn't very safe. The walk there wasn't fun but the walk home plain ole sucked. Sucked hard.

We had a great time on the slides and in the snow mazes. JJ thought it was great! There were alot of peoploe there so the lines were long. But the lines for the snow slide moved pretty quickly.

The walk home was all up hill. JJ was really tired by then so she wanted to be carried. I put her on my back for awhile and then on my shoulder. I just have to ask...Do any of you know how difficult it is to put a 43 lbs child all dressed in winter gear on your shoulders??? I'm sure the cars driving past me have a very good idea. By the time I got home, I had my mittens off, my coat unzipped, blisters on my feet, and I was sweaty.

We had fun while we were there but getting home kinda ruined it for me. To be honest, a few slides down the snow slide were not worth the effort to get there and home. But I won't tell JJ because she loved it.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Official Card Carrying Member

I'm now an offical card carrying, antannae wearing member of the Cricut Club thanks to Melanie. I just know the rest of you are soooooooo jealous.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Anna Nicole Smith is Dead!

If you watched any TV since late this afternoon you've heard the news. Anna Nicole Smith was found unconcious in her hotel room in Florida. She was pronounced dead at 2:49 pm (that's 3:49 our time). This information leads me to the next logical step...

Let's take guesses on causes of death. Morbid? Yes. Inappropriate on my part? Most likely. A sure sign I need to find another hobby? Absolutely. Am I at all deterred? Nope.

Let the guessing begin! I'll go first.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Random Acts of Kindness

Alright, when I had this stroke of genius, see previous post, I really wasn't thinking ahead as to how I would explain this concept to my sweet, sweet daughter. I started by asking her if there was anyone who had been especially nice to her lately. She gaves names of the usual suspects - her buddies at daycare. I decided to go in another direction after that. Next, I asked her if she knows what kindess is. She does and I knew this and she replied yes. So, I told her that we were going to go the store and buy some treats. Then we would take them to someone's house, of her choice, and leave them as a surprise for them. She was really excited and thought this was a fabulous idea (her works exactly). In fact she wanted to do it right that minute. We couldn't because we were on our way to dance class.

So she's all geared up, we're both excited about the idea. It's time to make a list of people we will surprise. I asked her "Who do you want to leave treats for?" Her reponse? "I want to treat myself, Momma!" She 3 years old...of course she wants to treat herself! What was I thinking?!
I tried to get her to name people other than herself but she wasn't giving in (she gets that from me...LOL)

I'm thinking tomorrow night we will go get some treats and start ringing door bells. Now, if I could just figure out how to photograph our first hit, I mean act of kindess, I'd be all set!

Monday, February 05, 2007


Okay, here I am by popular request. I wasn't in much of a mood to write anything these past few days. I've been in a bad mood up until now. However, one hug from my adorable daughter, one chocolate bar, and one hour of retail therapy later and I'm good to go. I've made a decision to be in a good mood starting 23 minutes ago.

I was in such a bad mood yesterday that I shovelled the driveway to blow of steam. The neighbours must think I've come unhinged because I was loudly talking to myself while I was shovelling. The fact that I shovelled the driveway should be an indication of how pissed I was. There are only 2 things I refuse to do around the house 1) shovel the driveway (I have no good excuse...I simply refuse) 2) mow the lawn (I'm very allergic and it could kill me). Oh wait, three things - I do NOT scoop dog poop.

In the car on the way back to work (not the source of my mood btw), I was talking to myself (see a pattern here?) trying to psych myself up for the mood change. I started to think about kindess and I've decided to start teaching JJ about random acts of kindness and paying it forward. Starting this week, on a warmer day, I will attempt to explain the concept to her. I will get her to pick someone and we will get a treat for them, leave it at their door, ring the bell, and run like hell. If nothing else it will be a good laugh. Especially for anyone who sees me trying to carry my 43 lbs kid while running.

So if your doorbell rings in the next little while it might be JJ and I leaving you a little something. Please give me a minute to make my get away. If you see me sprawled out at the end of your driveway just pretend not to see us and call 911. Oh, and if you live out in the boondocks I wouldn't bother waiting by the door.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

JJ and I are sitting here watching the new version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I love the book and the original (?) with Gene Wilder. I could watch it over and over. However, this new version doesn't do much for me. It's too dark. The story has a dark undertone and even movie itself is visually dark. And Johnny Depp, who plays Willie Wonka? Well, he just looks plain creepy.

Does anyone who live in Nasis growing up, remember going to the Junior High school on Wednesday afternoon to watch the movie in the theatre? The cost was $1 and the place was usually packed. I lived for the times they showed Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I remember sitting there and feeling so sad that the movie was going to end. I was in my own fantasy land while watching it.

Okay, I just noticed that Violet Beauregard is that the factory with the over-bearing, pushy, barbie-doll mother. What's with that? She's suposed to be with her schmuck saleman father. DOH! Stick to the story.
Oh, and the Oompa Loompas are supposed to be orange! I must find the original somewhere for JJ to watch. I must.

Hmmm...clearly Tim Burton directed this movie because dolls just caught on fire. This is a bit warped. Violet Beauregard had better turn into a blueberry, dammit :)