Painting Trim

Last week, while watching Hubby paint,  I decided to join him.   And there's been a lot less complaining, from me, ever since.

Morning Glory

"Strip Me" Natasha Bedingfield

"Who sings this song?" I ask, as the film credits to "Morning Glory," roll. "I love it!"

"Natasha Redingfield," replies Hubby.

"Bedingfield," I correct.

"I think it's Redingfield," says Hubby.

"Uh, huh," I say politely.

I must have been tired, I'm usually not polite when I'm right. Or maybe these Chinese Herbs for PMS are working.

"Oh, you're right it is Bedingfield," says Hubby.

"I know," I say.

I love the movie, too! "Morning Glory," starring the spunky Rachel McAdams, has a great message, "be yourself," and still manages to be laugh out loud funny.

McAdams plays a television news producer whose childhood dream of working on The Today Show isn't panning out, when she lands a gig on a worn out, viewer-less morning show, DayBreak.

McAdams shines in her role, despite the movie's slow start, with her Lucille Ball-like comedic follies.

The film also stars Harrison Ford, as a fired, curmudgeon, has-been, top notch, television journalist, in the likes of Dan Rather. Not only is Ford surprisingly unannoying, he's actually quite good.

Diane Keaton, who looks great with blonde hair!, plays the co-anchor opposite Ford. Keaton and Ford's relationship is filled with a love-hate based tension, making for witty banter between the two.

The film naturally picks up momentum as the show DayBreak starts to improve picking up viewers with YouTube-esque stunt based feature stories. Humorous and inspiring, "Morning Glory," is my kind of movie.

Trailer for "Morning Glory"

Capitola, California

Vinny scaling the man-made wall at the Hook.


One day in Capitola.

"Hey, can we drive down to the beach and check the waves?" I ask.

Even if I can't surf, I like to keep an eye the Ocean and see how she's doing.

"Sure," says Hubby, knowing that's a statement in the form a question.

"Are you guys gonna come with me?" I ask.

"No, we're gonna stay in the car," say The Three Musketeers.

They didn't recognize my rhetorical question so I prod them with, "Uh, I think we SHOULD all go down to the beach."

"Okay," say The Three Musketeers.


Someone always gets cut out of the self-family portrait.




Look, an ankle high wave!

Haboob

"Honey, you gotta see this!" says Hubby, watching the Weather Channel.

"Holy cow!" I shriek. "That's a huge Ha-boob!"

According to Wilma Weathercaster, "The Ha-boob, a giant wave of dust, was two miles high and up to 100 miles wide in some places, blanketed the city of Phoenix."

"Can I see?" calls a voice that's supposed to be sleeping.

"Sure," says Hubby.

"I think a lot of people have learned a new word this week, if they never heard of Ha-boob, now they have," says Wilma Weathercaster.

Uh, Wilma I think we've all heard of a boob, in fact, all my friends have two of them.

"I know what a Ha-boob is," says Vinny.

"What kind of books are you reading, they seem inappropriate?" asks Hubby.

"A Ha-boob is large wall of sand," says Vinny. "It was in a book I just read, "Questors."

"Wilma Weathercaster said it was dust," I say.

"Sand, dust it's all the same," says Vinny.

And now for the rest of the night I will be hearing things like, "ha ha ha ha boob," and "I've never seen Ha boob so big!"

I'm. Not. Kidding.

Fish Sauce

Meh snorts fish sauce.


Meh drinks fish sauce.