A Serendipity-Style Date

Last Sunday, Allan and I celebrated our 12th anniversary.  Twelve years, really?  Wow.

For our anniversary, I wanted to plan something different other than dinner and a movie.  So when I stumbled upon this idea from The Dating Divas on Pinterest, I knew this was the date to plan for us.

Allan and I love the movie Serendipity.  Since the way we met happened by chance or nearly met a few times before our first encounter, we love any and all romantic comedies that revolved that theme, however, Serendipity holds the number one spot.  (You can watch the trailer here.)

Basically, the two main characters meet by chance in a department store when trying to purchase the same pair of gloves and then spend the rest of day together.  At the end of the day, they try to exchange phone numbers but fate steps in so they decide to test fate by writing the numbers on a five dollar bill and in an old book.  If either item crosses their paths again, then they’re meant to be together.

When Allan and I celebrated our tenth anniversary in New York City, we tried to replicate Serendipity movie moments, like ice skating in Central Park.  Next to our wedding day and our honeymoon (and the birth of our children, of course) that weekend in NYC was the best time ever.

So for our Serendipity-style date, I recreated those special NYC moments with a Tampa flare.  I started with an invitation hidden inside the Serendipity DVD case.  With snowflakes embellishments and typewriter font, I created an invitation that cleverly outlined our date.

“The best time to ever be
Was our time spent in New York City
And how each moment
Was like a scene from Serendipity.
So let’s relive that date
With some ice and some skates
And lunch at Datz Deli.”

We began the date at Datz Deli.  The restaurant was so busy that the only available seating was at the bar.  We were all right with that.

To stick with the NYC motif, I ordered the Rockin’ Rueben, but Allan ordered a BBQ Brisket sandwich.   I couldn’t eat the whole thing, but I knew I would be hungry again after ice skating.

For the past two holiday seasons, city of Tampa has erected an ice rink at Curtis Hixon Park in the middle of Downtown Tampa, appropriately named Tampa’s Downtown on Ice.  Although the rink is small and on this particularly Sunday, very crowded, it filled the bill for the ice skating portion of our date.

Unfortunately, it was hard to hold hands as we skated as we had to swerve around small children.  I even fell on my knees at one point, which made me laugh so hard.  No matter how small the rink was, we still had huge fun and we left a Serendipity sign to let others know we were there.

Since Allan and I worked up quite a thirst ice skating, we popped over to Taps across the street from Tampa’s Downtown on Ice for a quick pint.  We drank to a fun date and toasted twelve great years.  Here’s to many more of them!

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A Northern Sky, a Cool Yule and a Miracle

Does any else feel like Christmas threw up on them?  That’s the ugly metaphor I’m choosing to describe the Christmas chaos I’m feeling.  You should see the state of my house.  I think the tree is finally decorated, but I still have a gazillion cards to post and a pile of last minute gifts still yet to buy and of course, tons of wrapping to do.

However, all of that will be put on hold, because today I am chaperoning a field trip to Legoland with Allana’s class.  I plan to write some cards on the bus on the way, but with how car sick I get, I could literally puke Christmas.  I may need to rethink that plan.

Anyhow, this Music Monday post will be a little light today because I’ve got so much to do, like blog about our anniversary date in the midst of the Christmas madness.  Yesterday, Allan and I had a fabulously fun Serendipity-style date, but I’ll explain all that in great lengths in another blog post.

While you wait for all the details, I’ll tease you with a movie clip from Serendipity set to Nick Drake’s Northern Sky.

If you didn’t know already, I have this thing for movie soundtracks and I absolutely LOVE the Serendipity soundtrack, so I have to include the song even though it’s not a Christmas song.  It’s a very fitting song for our anniversary because my Allan comes from a northern town in England and of course, like I said, a perfect way to tie in a tease about our Serendipity-style date.

But Christmas music has been the Music Monday (and Xmas Dolly’s Monday’s Music Moves Me) theme for the past month, so I’ll share a Christmas song from Serendipity.

And since tomorrow night is the first night of Hanukkah, I’ll leave you with some Matisyahu.  Besides, it will take nothing short of miracle to help me with all this Christmas chaos.



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Just Wild About Harry

A set of Harry Potter hardcover books sit on my bookcase like trophies on a mantel, my pride possessions.  Back in my teaching days, I read the series to my students.

When Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone hit the big screen, Allana was an infant, only a couple weeks old and we dragged her along to see it.  By doing so, we created her Harry Potter obsession at a very early age.

A few years ago, Allan began reading the books to Allana.  I believe Allan enjoyed having an excuse to read children’s books.  Of course, they loved them as much as my students and I did.  Allana loved the books so much that she began rereading them again to herself once she was capable of reading the books on her own.

Then, a couple of years ago, she dressed as Hermoine for Halloween, which also happened to be the same year she requested a Harry Potter birthday party.

Of course, being huge Harry Potter fans, we had to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 on opening weekend.  Allana wore her Gryffindor robe to celebrate the occasion.

Before The Deathly Hallows: Part 2, The Sorcerer’s Stone had always been my favorite movie because I loved watching the magic of Harry Potter come to life.  However, this weekend, The Deathly Hallows became my favorite Harry Potter movie.  Perhaps it was the action or the many great lines which I kept quoting afterwards but more likely I enjoyed witnessing the closure for a great epic hero.

On screen, we’ve had ten years of Harry Potter, the same age as Allana.  She was a fan from the start.  I should have named her Lily Hermoine.

Come on, Tom! Let’s finish the way we started… together! –Harry Potter

The Gun Show

My daughters always roll with laughter whenever they hear me say the following narrative to these photos.

 

“Hey Baby! Check out the gun show going on over here.

 

BOOM!

 

 

BOOM!

 

 

Firepower!”
-The Thinker, Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

 

Stay tuned for more beautiful baby pictures of Liam taken by the talented, Kelly Noel minus my corny childish comments. Well I can’t guarantee that, but the baby pictures are certainly beautiful!

 

I’ve Got the Beach in Me

This past weekend, my family and I saw Toy Story 3.  What a great movie!  I laughed.  I cried, but my poor little sensitive soul Emmalynn wailed worse than she did we saw Where the Wild Things Are.  After the movie, Emmalynn said in a sad sniffle voice, “I love all my toys, Mommy.”  And when we returned home last night, both girls gave their favorite toys a little cuddle.

 

In the movie, Buzz Lightyear is reset to the factory default demo setting.  The toys try to restore Buzz back to his old self again, but accidentally set him to Spanish mode which leaves Buzz with some interesting new features and moves.

 

 

I’ve never been a Randy Newman fan, but I love the Gypsy Kings’s version of You Got a Friend in Me.  After hearing their version in the movie yesterday, I dusted off out my Gypsy Kings CD.

 

 

 

On another note, we’re heading to the beach this week.  I’ve had the sand and surf on my mind for weeks now and I can’t wait to soak it all up.  Of course, any Bob Marley or Jimmy Buffet song will put me in a beachy keen kind of mood.

 

 

But lately, Nick Drake’s From the Morning has been featured in an AT&T commercial which has been making me long for lazy days at the beach even more.

 

 

We can’t get to the beach soon enough.

 

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Musical Monday: Lump

Thanks to the Juneathon, I’ve been feeling less like a lump these days. It was just the inspiration and motivation I needed to get moving again.

 

Since about 28 weeks, I haven’t been able to run or wog (walk/jog) and I’ve downgraded to walking, but even still there are good and bad walking days. On good days I can walk and complete a ton of tasks around the house. On bad days, I can barely move and when I do attempt to walk, I have to cradle my belly for fear that my uterus may fall out if I don’t.

 

And as if the fear of losing my uterus wasn’t enough, there are times when I feel like Dr. Kane with an alien life form trying to burst through my gut…

 

 

…because apparently Baby Run DMT #3 likes to stretch his feet against my sciatica and push his back against my stomach. Perhaps with all the prenatal yoga I’ve been doing, I’ve inadvertently taught him yoga in utero. Truly he’s learned yoga through osmosis because his downward dog makes me want to scream mercy.

 

Although mentally I feel less like a lump, physically my big ol’ baby bump looks more like a big ol’ lump. On the surface, you can see a hard lump across my abdomen and this solid, hard mass pulls people in like a giant magical glowing orb. No one can resist my precious and they simply have to touch it. Groping and prodding the lump forces Baby Run DMT #3 to switch positions and pretty soon there’s an elbow or a knee scraping across my belly.

 

Lump’s sudden and painful repositioning causes me to cry out every time.

 

Ow! OwOwOw! Owwwww!

 

Whenever his two big sisters hear me howl from the pain of an elbow jab or alien belly burst from Baby Brother, they howl with laughter and their beautifully evil laughter makes me giggle which I believe causes Baby Boy to giggle too. Oh yeah. My pain is a real gut busting, knee slapper for him. Good times.

 

This giggly kickboxing yoga loving lump better not get too comfortable in there.

 

 

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The Lost Boy

Until the recent death of Corey Haim, I hadn’t given much thought to the two Coreys in nearly twenty years.  As the media uncovers more and more stories and photos of Corey Haim in the last days before his untimely death, it breaks my heart to see yet another Hollywood star burn out too soon. Somewhere deep inside a broken and destitute nearly 40 year old man, hid the young Corey Haim that so many girls from my teen days loved and although I never had a teen crush on either of the two Coreys (Corey Feldman and Corey Haim), I prefer to remember them as they were back in their heyday.

 

 

Most girls back in the 80s crushed over the two Coreys in License to Drive, but my favorite films featuring them were The Lost Boys and Dream Little DreamThe Lost Boys, an iconic 80s film, had teen girls swooning over sexy vampires well before Edward, but Dream a Little Dream, haunted me for years far greater than The Lost Boys ever could.  Dream a Little Dream introduced me to a unique fantasy plot and a story line that I have since seen played over many times again in other films and novels, but since that first introduction, these twisted, body switching, time traveling tales attracted my attention into my adult years.

 

More than creating a love for fantasy genre, both films also reinforced my love for movie soundtracks.  (As I mentioned in earlier posts, I’ve always loved movie soundtracks, thanks to John Hughes and other directors making careful consideration when selecting music to match scenes.)  Echo and the Bunnymen’s version of People are Strange from The Lost Boys opened my music world to The Doors.

 

 

But I attribute Dream a Little Dream bringing me Into the Mystic and discovering the world of Van Morrison’s music.  Until Corey Haim passed away, I had completely forgotten about this movie, which is where I first heard Into the Mystic and the song how moved me way back when.

 

 

As the news agencies delve deeper into the reasons behind Corey Haim’s death, an uncanny irony unfolds as we learn how this poor soul became a true lost boy who got caught up in the crazy world of drug addiction. Although we may never know the root of Corey Haim’s addiction, Hollywood and its walking undead resembles the town of Santa Carla more and more.

 

 

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A Week’s Worth of The View

A Week’s Worth of the View: Week 1

If you’ve noticed the nifty little new badge that states “I’m a The View Brand Ambassador”, you may have wondered what that wee widget means.  Basically, I was selected to participate in a program where I watch The View and share my thoughts about the show on my blog and in variety of social networks, such as Twitter and Mom Central.

 

Admittedly, it has been years since I watched The View.  Organizing my moms group and attending several play dates a week leaves little time for daytime television. My most recent knowledge of The View was from satirical sketches on Saturday Night Live.  But here was my opportunity “to take time to enjoy the View” and see what I’ve been missing all these years.

 

Unfortunately, I realized that I hadn’t missed much, but I did learn that the cast of SNL does a FANTASTIC job of impersonating the cast of The View and Kristen Wiig’s impersonation of Elisabeth Hasselbeck is spot on.

 

 

I tuned in Monday to hear all the Oscar buzz, but according The View’s panel, the award show was a bust.  Joy Behar called it “boring, stiff and constipated”, but she felt that Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin really complemented each other.  Although I missed the Oscars this year, it seemed that the two hosts worked well together based upon the highlights of the award show I watched on-line.

 

The panel also mentioned that Kathryn Bigelow (The Hurt Locker) won for Best Director and noted that she was the first female director to win.  I was surprised by this fact because I had sworn that Sophia Coppola won a few years ago for Lost in Translation, but later realized she won for Best Screenplay.  The ladies complained about the music that accompanied Ms. Bigelow’s exit off stage (I am Woman. Hear Me Roar). They felt the music selection was inappropriate and tacky, however, I disagree.  I found it funny and charming.  There are few female directors in the film industry and their work is rarely recognized with only four female directors ever being nominated. So good for you, Kathryn!  YOU ARE WOMAN!  It’s about time the Academy orchestrated a symphony for a woman’s roaring performance!

 

On Monday, they also touched upon the Oscar tribute to fallen stars, but how some stars were omitted from the tribute, such as Farrah Fawcett.  Since I hadn’t seen the Oscars, I didn’t understand the reference, but this Hot Topic would be discussed further later in the week.

 

On Wednesday, the ladies discussed the Oscars “In Memoriam” in more detail and shared their outrage with the stars that had been omitted.  I have to agree that the Academy committed a huge faux pas by not recognizing such stars as Bea Arthur, Richardo Montalban and Farrah Fawcett and their bodies of work.  I would much rather memorialize Kahn than the King of Pop.

 

The ladies briefly talked about the John Hughes tribute.  Elisabeth had been quite moved by the tribute and after watching the video on-line, I have to agree with her.  John Hughes films were our teenage anthem in the 80’s.

 

Also during the Hot Topics segment, Whoopi expressed her outrage with Shock Jock Howard Stern’s rude comments about Gabourey Sidibe, the star of PreciousStern’s comments suggested that Ms. Sidibe would not find any further work in
Hollywood due to her looks and size.  Whoopi was clearly more annoyed that Robin (Howard Stern’s sidekick) did not defend  Gabourey.  I also feel Howard Stern’s remarks were rude, but that’s Howard Stern’s schtick.  That’s what he does and he’s been doing it for years.  I don’t value his opinions any more than I value Rush Limbaugh’s opinions.

 

American Idol also came up during the Hot Topics piece on Wednesday’s show.  Joy commented on the judges being too “wacky” this season, particularly with Kara’s tearful reaction to St. Pete (Whoop! Whoop!) resident Michael Lynch’s performance of A Woman’s Work. I thought that Joy’s comments were wacky, because the original version by Kate Bush has moved me to tears on more than one occasion.  The lyrics in A Woman’s Work are so powerful, and like Kara said, when an artist connects with the words and the emotion of a song, that connection is felt by the audience.   So cry on, Kara and pass the Kleenex!

 

Joy also brought up “Boxershorts”, better known as Crystal Bowersox, and how she had “star quality”.  I definitely agree.  I believe Crystal out performed Tracey Chapman this week with her own rendition of Give Me One Reason.

 

Jesse Ventura appeared as a guest on Wednesday’s show to promote his new book, American Conspiracies. I had previously seen Jesse Ventura on the Today Show so I was familiar with his new book and his theories.  Truthfully, I don’t know if I necessarily believe all his theories, but I prefer to keep an open mind and entertain the idea of a great government conspiracy.  However, if I had only seen this interview, I would have been highly annoyed with the panel.  Those ladies wouldn’t shut up and let the man speak!  And if I only saw this one interview, I would have thought Jesse Ventura was a madman!   After a few short minutes, he appeared frazzled with wild flyaway hair and he soon resembled Riff Raff from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

 

On Thursday’s show, tabloids were a Hot Topic more than once, because publications such as the National Enquirer are now eligible for a Pulitzer Prize.    From a journalist whose career spans over four decades, I sensed a sarcastic tone in Barbara’s voice.  She felt “checkbook journalism” would discredit real journalists.  Barry Levine, CEO of the National Enquirer, disagreed, of course.  He stated that his reporters check sources and facts before running stories and although their pieces may seem like fabrications, his publication has done an excellent job of reporting real news first, such as the Jonathan Edwards affair and the Tiger Woods sex scandal.

 

Real news or checkbook journalism, I honestly don’t see much worth in any tabloid.  Sure, I like to glance over the headlines while at the grocery line check-out, but I really don’t give those publications much more notice or credence than that.  Pulitzer Prize or not. Incidentally, I use a similar method when reading USA Today through the glass panel in corner newstand.

 

But then, I don’t see The View as real journalism either.  Maybe I should use this same method when watching The View?  I’ll just pay attention to the Hot Topic headlines and nothing more. There’s not much substance beyond that.

 

And now for the legal mumbo jumbo…

“I am a participant in a Mom Central campaign for ABC Daytime and will receive a tote bag or other The View branded items to facilitate my review.”

Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues

Much like the movie Road Trip, our camping trip had some very funny bizarre silly memorable moments, but I’ll tell you more about our camping trip in another post.  In a nutshell, the company and the weather made for another fun time in the forest and I even squeezed in a 5 mile trail run.

 

Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day.