Number Crunching Saturday

No, that's not a breakfast cereal. It's how I've spend my Saturday. Being a graduate student is hard. And a bit boring.

Hope everyone reading this is having a better Saturday than me.

Late to the SATC Party

I know I’m a little late to the party, but I just finished all 6 seasons of HBO’s “Sex and the City.” Of course, I saw the movie with some friends without having ever really followed the show. And after seeing everything SATC has to offer, I’m very glad I waited to catch up. If I’d watched as an unmarried 20-something, I think my whole idea of life would’ve reached levels of unrealism only previously achieved through Disney movies.

On its own, it’s real entertainment. These fictional women live lives revolving around dramatically interesting men, fantastic clothes, and shoes that might make even Imelda Marcos jealous. If you dig a little deeper, you realize these fictional women face many of the same day-to-day challenges we all do. They get pimples, gain weight, break up, make up, and want to fit back into their “skinny jeans.”

But I guess that’s my point. Who really ever fits back into their “skinny jeans?” It’s impossible to believe a life of revolving men (and shoes) is possible. Personally speaking, I’m thankful my life doesn’t revolve around shoes and men. Granted, my life revolves around my iPhone these days, but I’d rather live vicariously through SATC than try to emulate it.

A Night at the Movies

I spent my Saturday night at our local movie theater. We saw the Will Smith film “Hancock.” I know reviews were not necessarily kind to this film, but I confess to being entertained (which is all I ever ask for in a movie). 

That being said, I don’t understand why parents feel they can bring their 2-7 year old children to adult-themed movies. A family came in 10 minutes after the film started & was forced to split up because the place was packed. That created havoc as the kids wanted to switch the parent they were sitting with throughout the course of the movie. They got up & moved around at  least four times during a 2 hour movie. This resulted in constant movement & talking & my feet getting stepped on. The seemingly youngest child would not sit down & kept grabbing the chair in front of him & my husband’s knee to steady himself.

 And Mom’s response? Priceless. “Oh, I’m so sorry. My kids are all over the place!”

 Pretty sure I knew that already.

 So here’s my thing: children don’t belong at adult-themed movies. If you don’t have a babysitter, then Blockbuster is just going to have to do for the evening. It’s not fair to the rest of the movie-going community who paid money to see the film to be forced to listen to your children and have their collective feet stepped on. 

And that’s my night at the movies.

Finally Active!

Yes, I'm finally getting my act together & starting this whole blog thing. It's probably going to be pretty boring to most people...just my rants & observations about life. Not that I'm all that exciting, but I figure "the internets" are full of people, so why not me? I'll also be adding twitter as soon as I can figure out how.  This is one of my dogs. Her name is Hermione; she's a total imp.