A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
We were not in the theater to see “Revenge of the Sith” on the weekend it opened. I wasn’t feeling well, and rather than drag me anyway, Michael suggested we wait and see it some other time. As a result, he was shamed by his fellow geeks at work and now feels somewhat less of …
The Village offered up a few surprises and a nice little love story to boot. Go see it. Now. My inner dialog during this movie: “WTF?” “Oh, that’s sooo sweet.” “Oh my god! NOOOOO! I can’t frickin’ believe this.” “No, don’t let her go!!!!” “Damn. I jumped pretty high just then.” “WTF!?” “WTF?!”
Today I have a V.C. Andrews headache. I haven’t picked up one of Andrews’ books for about fifteen years. (If you are doing the math on how old that makes me, you can stop right now dammit.) Well, if you want to be technical, I have picked her books up but always quickly put them …
I just started reading The Thorn Birds. It’s the book that inspired the steamy 1983 made for television mini-series of the same name. I haven’t read much of the book yet, but I adore the mini-series. The first time I watched it, I remember being afraid my mom would come into the room, catch me …
We just saw Matrix Revolutions. I guess I liked it better than Matrix Reloaded, which I didn’t like at all. If I had to sum it up in one word, my word would be, “Blah.” But, the one thing gets to me about this movie – and all the matrix movies, really – is that …
I don’t hit my kid. But I’m here to tell ya – that Damien boy needs a spanking! There are some misbehaviors that merit more than a “time out.” “Don’t try to kill your mother, Damien. That’s naughty.” See? It just doesn’t ring true. A good ass whipping is what’s called for in this case.