I have a lot to smile about and many things crack me up. But I only have to think about my “girls” and I am grinning like an idiot ♥
#1 My daughter and granddaughters. I could really use a BIG dose of them right now.
Tanya, Chloe & PhoenixPhoenix Marie
We had so much fun at our tea party! We usually are giggling whenever we are together.
Chloe Lea
Miss Chloe’s first pigtails. I worried they may be too tight, but Tanya assured me that her eyes were so big because she is fascinated with cameras.
#2 Dogs. I just LOVE them. Especially Bernese Mountain Dogs because they are big furry people. They love people (they think they are people) and they smile a lot. Molly is gone now, but her memories are very much with us.
Phoenix with Molly
This topic could not have come on a better day. After dealing with some upsetting issues this afternoon, I needed some smiles. Looking through photos to find ones for my post really did make me smile!
It is a known fact (many witnesses/victims) that if you allow Jodi (me) to select tonight’s movie (from Netflix, On-Demand, or whatever) the odds of your viewing a “B” or “C” movie are 99.5%. Twenty minutes into the film you realize there has been a horrible mistake, but alas, you made the commitment and it’s too late now to pick another one from the list.
My sister must have temporarily forgotten this and she let me pick out a movie to watch while we waited for the Ball to drop New Year’s Eve. Hey, in my defense, the description of the movie was interesting. It starred Keifer Sutherland and not Mr. NeverHeardOfHim. It had to be a good movie if Keifer was in it!
Cast: Kiefer Sutherland, Paula Patton, Amy Smart, Mary Beth Peil, Cameron Boyce.
Let me explain why I did not like it:
#1 There is a 24/7 security force that hires Kiefer’s character “Ben” for the night-shift. What does he guard? A fire damaged, condemned monstrosity of an old building. There is no business, construction, or people near this building. I could not get over this ridiculousness. Throughout the entire film I am asking my sister, “Why the hell do they have to guard that place?” She ignored me.
#2 Ben has this large tattoo on the inside of his right arm. It looked like it could be words or symbols of some kind. We never find out anything about it, so why did he have one? Is it really a tattoo and not movie make-up? Jack Bauer never had a tattoo.
#3 I love the genre “Horror, Suspense/Thriller”. Not a big fan of “So Gross I can’t take it”. I can take a lot of gross stuff, so I went into this with no fear. Just when I am absorbed with the story (taking a break from protesting the guarding of a condemned building), I am suddenly confronted with something so heinous, that I catch myself gnashing my teeth, curling up into a ball, leaning away from the TV. My sister is actually is enjoying the movie – go figure.
#4 Ben’s estranged wife. This woman exposes her cleavage way too much for a mother of two and a coroner. Come on! If you’ve got to show some titties write in a hot girl next door or a hooker. Don’t insult real moms !
#5 The ending. Ben does not get to return to his busty wife and 2 kids. After all the horror he endured fighting against the evil thing in the mirrors, he should at least get laid.
Today is New Year’s Day. I refuse to make a list of resolutions. I disappoint myself when I do not execute them perfectly, and I have enough trouble thwarting depression as it is – I don’t need to set myself up.
I would like to begin 2011 not bogged down with guilt. Guilt for not being as organized, as adventurous, as fearless, as intelligent, as fabulous and as gorgeous -as I want to be. I want to be content and accepting of myself. I am tired of never being good enough.
If you don’t get what I’m talking about – then you are blessed. You probably don’t need a therapist, or a support group either. I would hate you, except I am too exhausted from hating myself.
Oops – did I say that out loud? On the Internet?
Last year I would have erased this revelation, or deleted the entire post. This year I will give myself permission to be flawed. I will accept my imperfectness. No more pretending to be sane, or otherwise, for the sake of appearances.