Posts Tagged ‘movies’



November 22, 2011

I feel like I am still on a rollercoaster, emotionally, but the dips and hills are not so crazy-wild as they were before I received my lay-off news.  I’ll feel fine one minute and happy to distract myself by immersing myself into the play that I’m producing, and then the next moment, I’ll feel inexplicably sad. Things that make me sad:

  • The HR person who’s supposed to be holding my hand through next steps knowing ZERO answers to very reasonable and foreseeable questions;
  • going to court with a long-time pro bono client, knowing that I won’t be around for the next review date;
  • wondering when we will next be able to travel.

But for the next several days, I’m going to be home and enjoying the holiday.  Monday will start the huge push toward the job search, but first – Thanksgiving.

The girls are going to the Middle of the Country this year.  WD and I thought about taking a trip at the same time, but our time was too short and prices were too high.  The girls leave on Thanksgiving morning, at some ungodly hour, so we won’t even drive to see my parents.  Instead, we made reservations.

Last year was the first year that we had a really nice meal out on Thanksgiving. Only, we weren’t at home.  The menu wasn’t so different from this year’s.  WD had the turkey, and I went with the lamb, thinking I was being adventurous.

Instead, I missed having turkey.

So guess what I plan to eat this year?  Yep.  Turkey.  It’s gonna be delicious!

Other than the meal out, WD and I have no plans for our long-long weekend.  I will probably spruce up the resume a bit more, and maybe do some job searching.  I may prompt him to do the same.  I’m sure we will watch movies.  I would like to watch The Shining again – haven’t in a long time.  I’ve been on a horror movie kick since we saw Rosemary’s Baby with Lemon recently.  That movie was outstanding.  Then came American Horror Story, and my old appetite for creepy is rejuvinated.  But it is creepy that I like – not slasher.  And there’s less out there that fits my requirements, as opposed to sheer “scary guy waiting behind the door with a big knife” crap.  The psychological aspects of my kind of creepy must be well-developed.  I want some intelligence in my creep.

I also plan to exercise a good bit over the long weekend.  Some running, some strength.  Would like to firm up a bit before I start the interview circuit.  Although I have a lunch with a partner at a firm on Monday, and I’m not sure there’s much I can do about the lack of firmness before Monday.



Harry Potter – With Spoilers – Why I Still Hate Snape

July 25, 2011

I started this post on Friday.  But work got busy – I didn’t even leave there until 7:30 p.m.  Then I came home to no power (and yes, it was still 100 degrees).  Saturday was … busy?  I don’t remember what I did on Saturday.  But I think I was busy.  Yesterday was beach day no. 2, this time with family.  Lemon spent most of her time on the beach, listening to A Very Potter Musical on her iPhone, and reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.  Every now and then she’d pipe up to share with me little tidbits that stood out at her: “Mom!  Snape just took one point from Gryffindor!  One point!”  (WD, who hasn’t read the books, didn’t understand why that was remarkable.  Lemon and I thought everyone knew that, duh, it’s always like 100 or 150 points being taken away by the end.)  So, Harry Potter lives in our house (as the chalkboard in the kitchen says:  JULY 31:  POTTERMORE!!!).  And is still something we share.  So excuse my obsessiveness here, and please know, I could be worse.  I could be like my daughter.

Last Friday, I stayed home from work.  Things have started to pick up, and I was very busy on Wednesday and Thursday, but was still able to be at home on Friday.  Which was good, because I had to take Lemon to the doctor to check things out in light of an extreme dizzy spell she suffered from on Wednesday.

The night before, Lemon went to see Harry Potter.  Not the midnight show – that was sold out.  Instead, she went to the 12:09 a.m. showing.  She went with 3 friends and one mom.

It never occurred to me – or the other mom (who was, incidentally, also Wednesday’s beach buddy) – that I would want to go, too.  I’ve never gone to a midnight showing (she has).  I read the books, but only saw the movies because my kids did and I was in the room (sometimes).  I’m not 100% certain that I have seen all of the movies.

But on Thursday evening, with all the buzz on twitter, facebook & blogs, I wished I was going.

On Friday morning, I found myself with a sleeping 15 yo, a 13 yo at camp, and some time on my hands.  So I read 1,000 reviews of the movie, including this amazing review/retrospective in my local paper.  I sobbed through the reading of it.

I must admit, I was caught off guard by the emotions of it.  Miss Zoot’s peeks backward also had me choked up.

So I went into my weekend in the Berkshires with Potter on the brain.  Lemon spent most of the day on Friday giving me some of the rundown, and her parental escort was with us on the trip, so she also had some feedback to give (all positive).

And we chatted a bit about the books/movies/story line.

And we debated.

Because 2 of my friends said they “love Snape.”  Whaaa?  Severus Snape?  (snape, snape, severus snape)

“The whole story happens because of Snape!”

“Snape was the bravest, most loyal of them all!”

“Snape was the most  complicated and developed character in the whole saga!”

To which I said — bullllllshit.

But while calling bullshit, I had a wee bit of a hard time recalling the intricacies of how things ended with Snape.  So I thought it was highly likely that I’d end up back pedaling in the end.

But then I re-read the chapter that gives his back story.  Then I saw the movie.

And I still call bullshit.

Maybe not on the idea that “the story could have never happened without him” (but I think I’m almost there …) but I can definitely say that he was not the bravest, he was not the most developed character, and he is not someone I would have ever, ever named a baby after.

I really don’t care that he loved Lily Potter back when she was still friendly with her sister Petunia.  His love for her didn’t make him a better person.  It didn’t keep him from becoming an evil follower of Voldemort.  And the only reason he went begging to Dumbledore  (and therefore became a ‘double agent’) was because of a selfish plea to save a single person that HE (Snape) was attached to.  Not because he saw that it was wrong to kill innocent people.  Not because he decided Voldemort was vile.

So, yeah, his murdering of Dumbledore wasn’t as horrid as it potentially could have been.  He was saving Draco Malfoy from the scarring experience of murdering someone he respected.  He was fulfilling Dumbledore’s own wishes.  Dumbledore was going to die with the year, anyway.  But none of that means that Snape was good.

Snape was never good.  He was nasty, bitter, jealous, and two-faced. Even after he started helping to “protect” Harry.  Look at what he did to Hogwarts when he was headmaster?  There is nothing good about that.

And I do think the story could have happened without him.


(All of that said – Alan Rickman is No. 1.)


Harry Potter – A Week Late & Ill Advised

July 22, 2011

[I was going to write about the actual movie in this post.  But then I rambled about how I shouldn’t have gone to see the movie, and how I’m a bad adult and a bad parent and am ashamed of myself.  NEXT, I will talk about the movie.  And Snape.  With Spoilers out the wazoo.]

Mouse and I went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 (or, as I like to call it “HP7b”), last night.  Before I discuss the movie, I’d like to talk about what an idiot I am.

I went to the beach yesterday, like I said.  I had a great time with a great friend.  I swam, I sunned, I ate, I burned.  And come 4 p.m., when we got home, I was exhausted.  Just absolutely tuckered.  I knew that Mouse and I had talked about going to the movie, but I believed at that moment that it was a Bad Idea.  Not only because of the exhaustion, but also because this is the day that WD comes home after 10 days up north doing writerly things, and the house was a freaking disaster.

Also, the child has a cough.  It started on Thursday, but I kind of didn’t see her on Thursday.  Or Friday.  She went to a friend’s house after her day camp on Thursday, and they drove out to the Berkshires ahead of me on Thursday night. When I came across her on Friday night, she was coughing up a lung.  “Why are you coughing?”  “Because I’m sick, duh.”  On Tuesday night, the cough kept her up until close to 1 a.m.  She woke up for camp the next day (yesterday, the day of the movie negotiations) feeling like complete shit.  Whining, complaining, coughing, pouting, almost crying.  I said, “Mouse, you must get to bed early tonight – and I will enforce it!  I mean by 9!” [god, i feel like such a horrible mother/adult for not having actually enforced it …]

Also, did I mention I was exhausted?

She came home, “let’s go see Harry Potter!”  I told her the movie time didn’t work, and would make dinner almost impossible; she had to go to bed early; she had flowers to water; we had a house to clean.  She said, “I’ll eat a good snack and eat a light dinner when we get home and then go STRAIGHT to bed; I’ll help you clean the house; I’ll water the flowers on the way home!” [Clearly, I wanted to see the movie, since I didn’t bother to piece all of this together to see that it would never, in a million years, without a time-turner, fit prior to 9 p.m.]

In the meantime, Lemon is texting me that she needs to bake cookies for a “Secret Santa” [Yes, she realizes it’s July: “duh, Mom, that’s kind of the point”] and needs chocolate chips and containers in which to pack the cookies.  It’s important, she tells me, that the containers be something she can decorate.

Mouse made me feel bad, saying we already put the movie off twice. She reminded me how much I wanted to see the movie.  Which was very, very true.  She swore up & down she’d help me clean.  She made cute faces.

I said yes.

Regret, it runs deep.

I took a nap – went to lie down at 4:30.  I told her to wake me up at 5, and then after waking me up and while I got ready to go, she’d have to go water the flowers.

I slept hard for that hour.  What’s that you say?  4:30 – 5 is not an hour, but rather a half-hour?  That would be right.  But she didn’t wake me up at 5.  She woke me up at 5:30.  She “lost track of time.” I’m guessing on the computer.

I guess this would have been the perfect opportunity for me to say “this can’t work.”  But instead, I thought, “Harry Potter!  Harry Potter!”  You know, like this:


God, I love that.

So, we went and got on the T.

I loved the movie.  Mouse loved checking to see if I was crying.  Then she loved flipping her head upside down to put her hair in a pony tail, missing very important facial expressions.


I guess there’s a reason why the child put the series down in the middle of the 7th book.  “It was so boorriiinnnggg, they were just wandering around in the woods and stuff for WEEKS!”

So, the movie [which will be the topic of another post] ended, and she had to pee, and I had to find containers and chocolate chips.

We went to Bed, Bath & Beyond, which is between the theater and the T stop.  She peed, and I found out that they did NOT have the containers that Lemon wanted.  So I bought other containers, knowing she’d be upset.  I was just starting to have thoughts like, “why is this MY job?  I’m not the one doing Secret Santa in July,” and “why is she telling me what she needs the night before?” and “shouldn’t she be using her allowance for these kinds of purchases?” creeping into my head.  But I went to Staples anyway, and bought a giant-ass set of Sharpies.  There were hundreds of colors in that package.  It was quite orgasmic.

Then we waited for at least 10,000 hours for the T to finally decide it was worthwhile to travel down the tracks and carry people from one place to another. The thoughts of irritation and regret were starting to take over.  Mouse was getting cuddly (on a very warm night, standing on a train platform), and I was getting decidedly UNcuddly.

The train finally comes, and we walk the several blocks to a large Walgreens to get chocolate chips.  (This is where the “why the fuck did I let WD take the car with him?” thoughts start creeping in.  So now I’m irritated with everybody.)  I know this walgreens carries sugar, and ice cream, and canned vegetables, and sour cream.  So chocolate chips seem likely.  If not, well, Stop & Shop is only several more blocks up the road (and in the opposite direction of our HOUSE).

Guess what Walgreens does not carry?  Chocolate chips.  They have honey, they have marshmallows, they have unrefrigerated chocolate chip cookie dough, they have flour.  They have VANILLA!!!  But no chocolate chips?

So I’m just about starting to lose it.  I’m texting Lemon, and she’s all “sorry you have to walk to Stop & Shop, mom.”  And I suggest that Mouse go home and shower while I walk to Stop & Shop.  But it’s after 9 at this point, and dark, and she doesn’t want to walk alone. I don’t blame her, and am not at all inclined to push her, but I don’t know what to do, and I think my head may pop off.  All I want is my car.  And I want it to be 5 p.m.  And I want Mouse in bed, and to stop coughing.  And I don’t want Lemon to have cooking-baking in front of her.

And none of us had any dinner, and there weren’t many choices in the house in that department and I was freaking out.

And then it was 9:30.

Mouse said, “Mommy, maybe she can use M&Ms instead of chocolate chips?”

I text Lemon.

“That would be great! Sure!”

The tension leaks out a little bit, and I thank Mouse for her creative problem-solving.  I’m feeling better.  Stop & Shop averted.  M&Ms bought. We walk home.

It’s late, so I can’t defrost and cook the ziti WD had left behind.  So I think I’ll make Trader Joe’s fish nuggets (they’re very good), and some perogi’s.  I turn on the oven, start to boil water, and SHIT!

Mouse hadn’t watered the flowers.  She’s being paid obnoxious amounts of money to keep our dear friend’s garden alive during her 2 week vacation.  And we’re in the midst of a heat wave:

Mouse hadn’t been to the garden the day before, and the next day was going to be just as hot.  She needed to water those flowers.

But she was starting to feel tired, her cough was acting up, and she was tired.  “Mommy, I can’t do it.  I’m so hungry, and I have to shower, and it’s dark! I can’t go there by myself in the dark!”

Tipping point reached.

I thereabouts start to yell.  I put the fish nuggets back in the freezer and SLAM the door shut.  Lemon looks at me with giant eyes as I’m saying “too bad! you can’t blow this off!”  I turn the oven off, I take the water off the burner, I put my flip flops on, and I slam out of the house with Mouse trailing behind, head down.

Then I feel bad.  It takes me a good chunk of time to get her to relax after the tension I infused into her.  I apologize for getting pissed.  I tell her that I made bad decisions, that we should have never gone.  “But you wanted to see the movie, too.”  We water teh flowers [it’s 3 blocks from our house].  We go home.

I made the fish nuggets while Mouse was in the shower.  Scrapped the perogis. Cleaned the kitchen. Lemon made cookies. I straightened the house.  Mouse went to bed.  I took very, very deep breaths.

And realized that I really needed my second adult.  I don’t like being a single parent.  Because while Wednesday night was chaos, Tuesday wasn’t tons better, and really, either was Monday.  Last week, my first without WD, went smooth.  Not too much chaos.  But this week?



Finally, a Fun Weekend

November 20, 2010

Sort of my first weekend without work.  Except that I got up at 8 and worked on finishing a project until noon …


But now!?  VACATION!!


I am very excited.

Kicked it off with a fun lunch out with the Mouse, to celebrate her Straight As Report Card.  Go Mouse!  We went to our favorite Vietnamese restaurant, and ate too much food.  We chatted about school, the movie we watched last night –

Defiance, with Daniel Craig.  WD and I didn’t expect her to watch it with us – she came home from a dance when we were more than half way through.  She’s pretty good at knowing when something is too much for her, so I thought she’d be leaving the room soon.  movies about Jewish refugees hiding from Nazis, starving and barely surviving in the forests of Eastern Europe, sprinkled with occasional battles and death (thanks, Nazis.  Jerks.) didn’t seem her speed.  But the movie was awesome, and pretty powerful, and she ddin’t leave.  And then we talked about it for 15+ minutes at lunch today ….

And she told me that yesterday was the best day ever.  Because (1) she had a presentation in History, and it went well, and it was a lot of stress leading up to it, so it’s a great relief; (2) she had two quizzes, and felt that she did well on both;  (3) she broke up with ____; and (4) she had fun at a dance with her friends.

Kinda funny that breaking up with a boy is mixed in there as something that was making for a great day.  But the poor kid is 12, and found herself “going out with” someone she didn’t really like.  But she did like him as a friend, and so didn’t want to hurt his feelings.  And he wasn’t in her classes, and their activities don’t overlap, so she just …. let it sit.

For 6 weeks.  They texted now and again, but never spoke, never saw each other, never nothin’  (poor boy)

Finally, just before the dance, she had a face-to-face conversation with him, and told him that she thought they were better off as friends.  His response?  “Will you still be my friend?”  She said yes, and told me she thinks she really will.  Poor kids.  Life is tough.

After lunch, we came home to grab Lemon, and went off to see Harry Potter.  That was fun.  I liked it.

Then we came home again, and had a mad dash to clean [most of] the house, because Lemon is having People over.

New people.

People I hadn’t met before.

Now that she’s a freshman, her class is comprised of 500 students, instead of the 60 that were in her 8th grade class.  She’s been spending time more and more with a larger circle, and today is the first time she’s had non-regulars over.

And what are they doing?

They’re watching the Hangover.

That is a Rated R movie.

Lemon has seen it already – with WD and I.  Honestly, I didn’t even squirm that much.  The movie was funny as hell, and I know from conversations with her that the jokes were not going over her head.  (Usually, when I express concern that she gets certain references, her response is, “Mom, seriously?  I learned about it in health class!”)

But I was a little nervous.  I don’t know these girls, and I have no idea who their parents are.  Or if they even have parents.  Maybe they don’t? But what if they do?  What if they have super-protective parents?

I tried to casually mention to Lemon that I would like to email the girls’ parents, just to make sure the rated R movie was okay.

She balked.  Like crazy.  “MOM!  One of them is bringing HER copy of the movie over!  Obviously it’s okay.  Everyone has seen this movie.  I was the last one!  You do NOT need to call their parents.”

I thought about it a bit. And I decided it’s important to me that the kids come here.  I don’t want to do something to prevent it in the future.  I know things are safe here.  I know WD and I are home, and that we won’t let things get out of control.  And none of the parents asked to meet me, to talk to me, to ask me what the girls are doing (and 3 of them are sleeping over ….)

And so I am letting it go.

For the record – while it may be true that they’re going to watch a Rated R movie with multiple references to drugs, alcohol and sex … they’re currently singing nursery rhymes.  I’m comfortable with the balance.

Most frequent words spoken in this house:  “Mom, we’re FRESHMEN!”  [as if she is saying, “mom, we’re 40 year old executives!”]  We all know how mature and grounded FRESHMEN are.  So I’ll just stop worrying and thinking and, you know, parenting!


Confession Time.

October 27, 2010

Last Friday?

We watched Rocky Horror.

No, I do not mean “WD and I watched Rocky Horror.”

I mean, “The entire family watched Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

No, not a sanitized version.

The real thing.

Proof?  Mouse is singing in the shower right now …. she’s singing “t-t-t-touch me, I want to be diiiirty!”

Ya. She’s 12.

Maaaayyyybe I forgot just how … advanced. that movie is.

But I didn’t turn it off.

I sat there, slightly squirmy, thinking about how I was educating my kids about tolerance.  About people Who Are Not Them.

And I let it go, and I enjoyed the movie.

So then, when we watched Glee last night, the girls had a blast.  They got the humor when Meatloaf and Barry Botsworth showed up.  They enjoyed the contrast of Mercedes as FrankenFurter.

We had fun.

And we didn’t freak out that a boy was in bed with a boy [okay, man, whatever].

All kidding aside, I think that’s valuable.