Becky's Greatest Hits Vol. II

I thought we would love this flick.  Me, because I love rom-coms and find Andy Samberg cute on SNL.  The hubs because he loves him some Rashida Jones.  But neither of those likes were enough to like this dud of a film.   Just a little too sad and not cute enough for a feel-good flick.  Kinda the same way I felt about Bridesmaids .  All psyched up for a good laugh but instead got a big let-down.

In the long tradition of television's "will they or won't they?" plot, I have to wonder how long this will go on with Sheldon Cooper and Amy Farrah Fowler?  I mean, I love this particular sitcom plot, I do!  But after Ross and Rachel, Jim and Pam and way on back to Joannie and Chachi, I'm not sure how many more I can take!

Believe in me Help me believe in anything 'Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes..... 

And on a similar note, it was a fact not lost on me at all last night when one of the Key & Peele sketches was an extremely over-the-top gay man inflicting his lifestyle on his cube mate who also happens to be gay.  Comedy Central So you see, baby girl, it takes all kinds.  And it takes patience on all sides. 

So I don't think I'm entirely to blame when I'm stuck waiting for my delicious and deadly hot dog at Sonic and this here song is playing: It's also not my fault that it is completely catchy and cute.  And that I might actually like it.  Oh, shit.

The world is loaded, It's lit to pop and nobody is gonna stop...

Aaah, Christmas music.  I love it and I hate it.  At first, it's fun to hear.  Then it becomes the never-ending repetition of hell!  I read an article that said the reason not everyone likes Christmas music is because a lot of it is so sad and heartbreaking that it brings up a lot of bad and bitter feelings in people.   Ye-aah.  That, and the fact that it plays from November 27 until January 3rd! But all of that being said, there are still some really good Christmas/holiday songs out there.  And even though I'm not religious, I still have a few picks that are both secular and non-secular. And Merry/Happy Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Ramadan/Winter Solstice/Day of Your Choice to You!!!! I'll Be Home for Christmas                                            Bing Crosby       Last Christmas                                                                Wham   (probably shouldn't admit that I like it, but I do) Santa Claus is Coming to Town                       

Boy, I'll tell you....I didn't know how scary deer could be until a big ole buck jumped in front of my car last year during rut season.  Rut season, btw, is just a hunter's way of saying "deer getting busy" time.  I learned later that male deer are so wild with the need to reproduce that they will go for days hardly eating or sleeping but simply, literally, chasing tail.  This is what makes them act with wild abandon and not always see or care about the vehicles they are leaping in front of. I do feel kind of bad for deer and other wildlife as our neighborhoods have encroached on their long-held dwelling places. I'm not a hunter, but I don't criticize others who do it and actually use the meat for food.  I could never be into it myself as I think the idea of shooting something for sport is odd and disconcerting.  And besides that, I sometimes feel sad when I see a little fawn or doe peaking from the roadside.  They do look so gentle and majestic. B

I wouldn't touch you with a Thirty-nine and a half foot pole!

With an 11 year-old boy with autism, Christmas shopping is always a little bit tricky and sometimes downright disheartening.  Last year, he played with the few toys he received, I believe, exactly twice.  I am hoping for the best this year with an Angry Birds building set and game.  We'll see what happens.....

When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existe

If there is a way not to love Ryan Gosling and Bradley Cooper, you just tell me how.  This movie was nothing like what I expected and every bit as good as I imagined.  It really makes you stop and think about how only a few choices can change lives, alter destinies and affect many more people than you ever realized. 

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.

I'm not sure how a movie with such a weird and uncomfortable plot can be so utterly forgettable, but it is.  I expected more from you, Hugh Laurie.....

In support of those living with. In support of those caring for. In support of those researching. In support of those fund-raising. In support of those educating. In support of those discussing, never forgetting, not overlooking, surging onward, moving forward. In memory of all those lost. And those particular to my heart: Tommy, Tina, David, Binky, Michael and Doug.