Forget You

For Lent this year, I thought I would (attempt to?) give up saying bad things. The root of this is primarily work-related negativity; however, it carries into all areas of my life. Just try cutting me off on my drive to work . . .

Which brings me to the fact that I grew up in a house where swearing, or even using phases that smacked remotely of cursing, was verboten. No room for negotiation.

So today's Casey Kasem long distance dedication goes out to my wonderful mother because every time I hear it on the radio (which admittedly is a lot lately), it reminds me of my proper upbringing. Sorry for the lapse mom.

My Day of Atonement

Years ago, after the hubby had his wisdom teeth out, I rented Beaches and some other horrible chick flick like Fried Green Tomatoes. Kick 'em when he's down, I say. He's never quite forgiven me.

I finally atoned for that sin during Yom Kippur by getting sick, staying home for two days, reading a boring book and watching three films -- all of which left more to be desired. The worst of the lot was Adrift in Manhattan starring Heather Graham. The only thing that could have saved me from interminable boredom during this "drama" was if I were adrift in Manhattans but alas I'm deep in the heart of my pseudo-Lenten, non-drinking period. Next up was Grace is Gone with my main man John Cusack. Not bad; not great. Touchingly so so.

Hands down, the best movie of the three was Burn After Reading which was disappointingly not up to par with other Coen Brothers films. But here's what I really want to know: how did they get John Malkovich to play the part of the jilted agent/husband? Did he read the script before signing on? He, of course, was fantastic (as he typically is) but his character spent the entire film saying and/or asking "What the f*&^?" in a million different, highly expressive ways. I'm not sure he had many (if any) other lines but he delivered each WTF with a new, fresh intonation while stressing different words. Impressive. I guess that's acting. The hubby's guess is that he needed a cash infusion to renovate his kitchen.

Oh well. I think it's high time to put my movie picking to rest and let others select films for me from now on. It's no wonder I'm not allowed to touch the remote.

Lenten Sacrifice

My brother recently sent me to the site This is why you're fat which boasts the tagline "where dreams become heart attacks."

Too bad it's a Friday in Lent. I could really go for a loaf of ground Spam cubes with a Velveeta cheese center topped with a layer of hot Velveeta. Or the McGangBang: a McChicken sandwich inside a double cheeseburger. Mmmmmmmmmm.

For now, I'll have to pass on the Porkgasm and the Meat Cake. Maybe we can save the latter for my birthday.



Festive, right?