Untraceable or something....

Movie: Untraceable
Starring: Diane Lane
Emotion: Pain and discomfort

If you are the type of person who likes torture and watching other people suffer, this is the movie for you. I have to tell you, I, on the other hand, am not. Now, mind you, I do not mind seeing the bodies on CSI. I don’t even mind the scenes where they show the wounds and the insides of the victim. You know what I am talking about…the scenes that make your husband say “Whoa.” Untraceable stars Diane Lane, who I actually like. I have no qualms about her ability to portray the leading lady in this Jodie Foster, Julianne Moore type film. Lane plays Jennifer Marsh, an FBI computer hijacker, ahem, analyst. She is a single mom living with her mother and her soon-to-be eight year old daughter. While doing her everyday job, Marsh and her loveable single computer friend, Griffin, stumble upon a disturbing website. On the website, someone is streaming live a video of a cat being slowly killed. This bothers Marsh, and she takes it to her boss. Her boss, being the typical FBI boss stereotype, comments “It’s just a cat”. Well, come to find out, it is the beginning of a string of attacks, and not on animals, but on innocent and seemingly random people. I do not really recommend this movie to anyone. There were several times I said “Oh my word. That’s awful.....Oh! That's really gross.” Not just like that, but you get the idea.

Blisters or Comfort?

I am trapped. I have reached the point in my teaching career where I am considering buying not-as-cute-but-very-comfortable shoes. I swore to myself I would never reach this point. I will not be the teacher wearing crocs (product placement) as dress shoes. I will not be the teacher that looks really dressed up until you see her tennis shoes sticking out from under her dress. (Oh trust me, it happens.)

But I still have this problem. Some of my heels are just so cute. But just so painful. I have tried to trade off. I wear heels one day, then flats the next. But as we enter the summer time...I have noticed all of my dressy sandals are heels. This proposes a dilema. Do I buy the ugly brown sandals and walk on air? Or do I ice my feet, suck it up and pretend I am on "Sex in the City"?

I just don't know.

Get off your cell phone!

Driving in Dallas is quite interesting. People are crazy and just plain dumb. There are crazy drivers, bad drivers, and just really wreckless drivers. But to the already horrible driving, we add one awful, damaging thing. A cell phone.

Don't get me wrong, I love the cell phone. I talk on it....I text. I am down with the cell phone. But I do NOT talk on it when I drive. If I have to, I pick it up, tell the person I will call them back, and GO BACK TO DRIVING.

Driving recently, I can tell who is on their cell phones by their driving. They are the ones driving 55 and swerving. They are the ones going 60 in the fast lane. They are the ones driving half-way on the shoulder with their left turning signal still flashing. As I drive past them, I can see they are on their cell phone! And if its not a cell phone, it's a cigarette in one hand or a small dog in their lap. I mean really. Really? You might get in a wreck because you want your dog to see out the window? That is just silly.

Every once in a while, I am wrong. I say to my self "she is on a cell phone". And when I drive by there is not one...so I think "okay, just an idiot."

Yes, I still care.

My sister asked me if I was coming to Spring Sing to see her Miss Piggy show...and I wanted to, so we came. Ryan and I were due for a trip to Edmond, and Spring Sing weekend was the perfect opportunity. Plus, I wanted to come see Gamma and see old friends....and see Ryan yell during the "Kappa Snaps". So we went. Kelsey was adorable, the show was great, and I only missed being a part of it a little. (Really, only a little. I know. I was surprised myself.)

Two years ago, I directed my own Gamma show with the beautiful Amy Hubble. Two years before that, I directed the Freshman show with Joe Thurman. I know what it takes to be a director.....blah blah. I was really rooting for Gamma! Not just because I had been in Gamma....but because I could tell they had worked the hardest.

When they announced Gamma as the winners.....I think I peed a little. What a great moment! And my sister was up there! How perfect.

Love. It. :)

Where's my lunch?

The past few days I have been sick. I have a sinus infection and bronchitis. We went to the Doctor on Sunday night because I almost died. Not really. But if you were around, you would have thought I was dying. However, this is not my point.

On Monday, my Husband took a few hours off work to take care of me. He was great. At about lunch time, he decided to go back. I said from the bedroom: "Ryan, take the stew in the fridge for lunch...." Did he? No.

On Tuesday, Ryan left to go to work. I said from the bedroom: "Ryan, take the stew from the fridge or the pineapple chicken for lunch...." Did he? No. Later that night. . .

Me: "What did you take for lunch?"
Him: "Nothing.. I had to eat at the cafeteria."
Me: "Ryan. Look in the fridge. Look! There are TWO meals in here!"
Him: (sheepishly) Oh.

And then...Ryan discovers that the mail has not been picked up in a few days. Why? Because I get it everyday. Goes to show: he makes the rules, but I get the job done.