Today, officially marked the first day of spring...in the book of Christi anyways. The sun was shining brightly, and the warm breeze begged southeastern Wisconsin to come out and play. Along the roads, convertables flew by with their tops pulled down (including my own) and motorcycles rumbled by each other giving nods and waves of recognition at the comodarie that a motorcyle represents on the open road. On the sidewalks, children pedaled by dressed in their bathing suits while dog owners happily walked their "best friend" amidst the sound of what can only described as, the sound of Spring.
I think we're really lucky here in Wisconsin, although during the winter months, we may not be able to see that luck manifest itself. But without those cold, grueling winter months, we wouldn't enjoy these warm spring days as much as we would. They would become just one more thing in the world that gets completely taken for granted of: like walking, or blinking!
While I can't say I would complain if I suddenly were forced to move to San Diego and enjoy 75 degree days while sipping fruity drinks on the beach, I can say that for the time being I truly enjoy living where I do. With the seasons constantly changing, we constantly have something to look forward to. And thanks to the snow and the freezing cold we've endured lately, I couldn't be more excited for what this 80 degree Sunday has brought us.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
I Actually Liked This Chick Flick
Okay, so I lied. I really thought that my next post was going to be about the Justin Timberlake concert but then I realized there’s really nothing to say. He’s hot. That’s it. Instead, I wanted to make note of the fantastic movie that I saw last night – The Holiday.
There are two things to make mention of here first.
Number one, I never write reviews. I unfortunately am just not that opinionated of a person and even deeper than that, it’s really hard for me to delve into something and figure out WHY I liked something, or didn’t for that matter. I’m probably just lazy though. I’m sure I could come up with a few reasons if I really sat down and thought about it, but I don’t care enough to. It’s kind of like the question “What’s your favorite band”. A question that some can answer at the drop of a hat, or a coin, or whatever phrase you choose to describe a quick thought, but one that requires a bit of thought on my part. But that annoys me. So I’ll usually just give the cop-out answer of John Mayer or something...whoever is most popular at the time…and that will usually merit a smug comment from those that are above pop-culture and feel mainstream music is something to look down upon (since it’s those people that always seem to ask the “favorite band” question in the first place) and then I find myself in an argument trying to stand up for the over-played artists that I love. It’s exhausting. I’m tired just thinking about it.
Second, I LOATHE chick flicks. For whatever reason, I was not born with the girl gene that loves sappy movies. Actually since we’re on the topic, I didn’t develop a lot of the other girl genes: I’ve never pre-planned my family life (including the names of my future children), I don’t eat chocolate…not even when I’m PMS’ing, and I personally would be much more satisfied with life if Celine Dion would just stop singing…forever. She’s great don’t get me wrong, and I’m sure she’s a fabulous person, but when I hear her sing I want to put a pencil through my eye. Actually come to think about it, (No I didn’t put a pencil through my eye) I once lost a really great hat because of Celine Dion. Yes on I-94 actually, right here in Milwaukee. My best friend had begun blaring one of Celine’s intolerable songs and I over-dramatized my dissatisfaction towards her, sticking my head out the window to block out the sound and WHOOSH, off went my hat. I blame Celine. I loved that hat. Now I’m sad…and off topic.
Back to the movie.
As I said, I’m not a huge fan of chick flicks. I actually find myself really bored most of the time, and partially annoyed at how self-indulgent and whiney the girls in those movies can become. I put out enough self-pity into the universe; I don’t need to see it on the big screen as well! However, for whatever reason The Holiday really truly made an impression on me and as the closing credits appeared on the screen, I found myself unable to hold back the massive smile that was beaming from my face, nor could I hold back the ridiculous number of tears that were falling from my eyes. I was just warmed, in every place of my body. Warmed in that girlie sort of way that makes you love the thought of being in love and makes you appreciate all of it that you have in your life. Sure the movie isn’t an Academy Award winner, and there’s really no artistic depth to it, but sometimes it’s nice to see a movie that is put out there for the sole purpose of entertaining.
It absolutely succeeded in doing that.
There are two things to make mention of here first.
Number one, I never write reviews. I unfortunately am just not that opinionated of a person and even deeper than that, it’s really hard for me to delve into something and figure out WHY I liked something, or didn’t for that matter. I’m probably just lazy though. I’m sure I could come up with a few reasons if I really sat down and thought about it, but I don’t care enough to. It’s kind of like the question “What’s your favorite band”. A question that some can answer at the drop of a hat, or a coin, or whatever phrase you choose to describe a quick thought, but one that requires a bit of thought on my part. But that annoys me. So I’ll usually just give the cop-out answer of John Mayer or something...whoever is most popular at the time…and that will usually merit a smug comment from those that are above pop-culture and feel mainstream music is something to look down upon (since it’s those people that always seem to ask the “favorite band” question in the first place) and then I find myself in an argument trying to stand up for the over-played artists that I love. It’s exhausting. I’m tired just thinking about it.
Second, I LOATHE chick flicks. For whatever reason, I was not born with the girl gene that loves sappy movies. Actually since we’re on the topic, I didn’t develop a lot of the other girl genes: I’ve never pre-planned my family life (including the names of my future children), I don’t eat chocolate…not even when I’m PMS’ing, and I personally would be much more satisfied with life if Celine Dion would just stop singing…forever. She’s great don’t get me wrong, and I’m sure she’s a fabulous person, but when I hear her sing I want to put a pencil through my eye. Actually come to think about it, (No I didn’t put a pencil through my eye) I once lost a really great hat because of Celine Dion. Yes on I-94 actually, right here in Milwaukee. My best friend had begun blaring one of Celine’s intolerable songs and I over-dramatized my dissatisfaction towards her, sticking my head out the window to block out the sound and WHOOSH, off went my hat. I blame Celine. I loved that hat. Now I’m sad…and off topic.
Back to the movie.
As I said, I’m not a huge fan of chick flicks. I actually find myself really bored most of the time, and partially annoyed at how self-indulgent and whiney the girls in those movies can become. I put out enough self-pity into the universe; I don’t need to see it on the big screen as well! However, for whatever reason The Holiday really truly made an impression on me and as the closing credits appeared on the screen, I found myself unable to hold back the massive smile that was beaming from my face, nor could I hold back the ridiculous number of tears that were falling from my eyes. I was just warmed, in every place of my body. Warmed in that girlie sort of way that makes you love the thought of being in love and makes you appreciate all of it that you have in your life. Sure the movie isn’t an Academy Award winner, and there’s really no artistic depth to it, but sometimes it’s nice to see a movie that is put out there for the sole purpose of entertaining.
It absolutely succeeded in doing that.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
A Post, Not Necessarily About Daytona
The part I hate most about sitting down to write a blog post, is figuring out how to start it. The second thing I hate most about sitting down to write a blog post, is figuring out how to combine two weeks worth of experiences into a post that won’t bore the pants off of anyone reading it. So this is where I sit right now. No idea how to begin describing my two weeks in Daytona Beach, and no desire really to recap two weeks worth of happenings!
A friend of mine once wrote about how irritating her blog can become as it forces her to sit down and recap the experience she just had. At the time, I couldn’t understand how she wouldn’t be able to find joy in informing the world of her life, but as I sit here today – irritated – I am beginning to understand exactly what she was talking about.
I just don’t feel like doing it.
It’s easier to list off things that I loved about it: the ocean, the diversity, the really cool motorcycles, the free drinks all week; and it’s fun to recap the things that sucked about it: the rain, not seeing Katie, the male comments…but what good are random lists to someone who doesn’t know the story behind any of them.
So alas, my two weeks at Daytona Beach Bike Week will go undocumented, at least on this Weblog. I’ll post some pictures as soon as I have those all compiled and at that point, you can create your own story for my time there.
I’ll be back in a bit with a post about something a bit closer to home, and a bit more interesting to MOST people reading this blog…the Justin Timberlake concert. Now that is something I wouldn’t mind recapping over and over again.
I must go daydream now.
A friend of mine once wrote about how irritating her blog can become as it forces her to sit down and recap the experience she just had. At the time, I couldn’t understand how she wouldn’t be able to find joy in informing the world of her life, but as I sit here today – irritated – I am beginning to understand exactly what she was talking about.
I just don’t feel like doing it.
It’s easier to list off things that I loved about it: the ocean, the diversity, the really cool motorcycles, the free drinks all week; and it’s fun to recap the things that sucked about it: the rain, not seeing Katie, the male comments…but what good are random lists to someone who doesn’t know the story behind any of them.
So alas, my two weeks at Daytona Beach Bike Week will go undocumented, at least on this Weblog. I’ll post some pictures as soon as I have those all compiled and at that point, you can create your own story for my time there.
I’ll be back in a bit with a post about something a bit closer to home, and a bit more interesting to MOST people reading this blog…the Justin Timberlake concert. Now that is something I wouldn’t mind recapping over and over again.
I must go daydream now.
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