Photohunt 3/8/08: different

White Death

… otherwise known as snowflakes (or snow, for short). 

Sure, they look innocent enough twirling down from the sky– each flake donning an original, one-of-a-kind, pure white dress.

Just don’t let the dress fool ‘ya… (wolf in sheep’s clothing, fo sho).

Book Review: I Heard That Song Before

Sorry, can’t give a good review. 

So predictable.  I guessed the ending very early on (very early). 

And, while I love a good romance, the sugary-sweet-goodie-two-shoes relationship between Peter and Kay was B-O-R-I-N-G (made me want to puke).  Peter– with his “woe is me attitude,” and Kay– with her soup sipping and china dusting.  OMG, kill me already! 

I actually found myself secretly hoping Peter would “off” Kay during a sleepwalking episode.  I mean, c’mon!, ANYTHING for some action.

Title should have been, “I Read That Book Before.”

Monday’s Nun: 3/3/08

Movie Review: No Country for Old Men

Strange little movie.  Almost as strange as Pulp Fiction.  Almost. 

Sure, I was a little late in seeing this one– but it was worth the wait.  Certainly kept me entertained.  Never a dull moment.   Must admit though, from the title, I was expectin’ an old-style western. 

Old-style it is not.  However, like most good westerns, this movie serves up one hell of a sawed-off-shotgun scene. 

Contessa says– go see it (if you don’t mind blood).

This movie was: 
(-) infidelity
(+) puking– take note during the “border crossing” scene.

A sample of what’s being said over at Rotten Tomatoes:
 The film is as lean and mean as a barbed-wire necktie, darkly funny and much deeper than the average crime thriller.  –Minneapolis Star Tribune

Photohunt 3/01/08: Party

3 Days in Heaven

and by heaven, I mean Ponte Vedra, Florida.

So, how did I spend my three days in heaven?

Well, I got some really good runs in, saw some fantastic sunsets, drank enough lemonade to keep a small army satisfied, and basically spent the afternoons draped on a wicker lounge chair soaking up the sun while reading a book.

Told ‘ya… heaven.

Say What You Need to Say

Why can’t you be more loving?  Why don’t you think to share?  Why am I not important to you?  Can you see me? 

(I think I might just hate you… )