Dancing Without Rhythm

So, I just got back from watching Ella Disenchanted The Devil Wears Prada with my niece. I left with a few thoughts. One of the thoughts I didn't have was "Wow, I had so many favorite parts!" I didn't dislike the movie. I just couldn't help but think for the entire length of the movie, "If Anne Hathaway is fat and frumpy then I am the love child of Nick Nolte and Sideburns Lady." That just doesn't feel good, even in stadium seating with adjustable arm rests and a 3 inch recline.

Then, on the other hand, I absolutely loved the supporting actors in the show. Boyfriend and Rich Successful Temptation were both just very enjoyable to look at. I know, I know, that objectifies men, but it is what it is. And the male coworker was a great actor. And, well, let's face it, Meryl Streep could stand on her balcony dressed as a cheese wedge shouting out yoga poses and I'd pay money, buy popcorn, and be enthralled. She is just an incredible actress. Of course, that's just my opinion.

So I enjoyed the movie, but it's hard to get sucked into the importance of fashion when I'm wearing the levis I've been wearing for the past 3 days and my favorite black top from Wal-Mart. I mean, I think I have some things to contribute to the world of fashion, it's just not apparent to the nak#d eye.

While I was gone Benja stayed home with Aunt Sara. Aunt Sara is a channel flipper. It's like watching tv with a wire short. After just a few minutes of the excessive channel changing this conversation ensued.
B: (looking around determinedly, as he was sure something was wrong) Where is that thing?
AS: It's right here.
Benja sits quietly for a few more minutes while more flipping occurs.
B: Give me that!
Sara gives it to him and he promptly begins flipping the channels. He finally rests on a channel.
AS: This channel is boring Benja.
B: You're boring.

A little while later I was laying down with Benja and we were talking about the day. I had decided I wanted to start working with him on memorizations since his mind is so ripe for that kind of stuff right now. And the only things I still have memorized are the things I learned when I was very young. So I said, "Say this after me Ben, We believe in God...." He said, "No, I'll say this 'What-thuh heck!"

And cut. It just all sounds so different when a 3 year old is saying it.

I went shopping with Avee today and she was feeling particularly social. She said "hi" to every person who came within her sight. It's a very charming "Iiiiiiiiii...." that starts off very enthustiastically and then just tapers off sing-songily. She got a lot of responses. Not like this other place where I lived where all the kids are considerably cuter and more charming and more noteworthy than my own, so nobody stops to smell the roses anymore because they're too busy pruning, plucking, and primping their own. I'm just saying.

Anyway, there were a couple of people who didn't respond to Avee as she had hoped. Like, for example, the nice Indian man (geez, I talk about Indians a lot, don't I?) who was restocking the mangos and was bending over with his head in a box---he didn't respond and Avee screeched "AAAACK!" at him. It is an alarming sound, particularly from this sweet little, nearly-bald, smiling, angel-face, and so he did pop up to see what the problem was. To which she reiterated, "Iiiiiiiii....."

As we were walking out of the store she raised her tiny little hand, with the roll of fat at the wrist and did a perfect Miss America wave. She grinned, waved, and sweetly threw out her "Iiiiiii's" to all those we passed. I am amazed that kids come this way.

I'd like to leave you with some images of the Queen. This was Sunday while Dad was making dinner. She feigned to be interested in assisting him, but I caught it on camera what her REAL motives were. What gets me is, she is a 15 month old "baby" sneaking cake, who uses knives?

Posted by Angela on Thursday, July 13, 2006 at 7/13/2006 | Permalink